River Poems | Examples of River Poetry

"In the echo of silence, the whispers of the Divine are heard." By Rumi I entered the winding path into the captivating vale Surrounded by ice-capped mountains and ancient trees Firs, larches, redwoods, spruce, and ash, all grand I shouted in glee: “I’m here!” All around some Echo replied. A repetitive Echo, always vibrating and mesmerising. What a singular sound...

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O, to grow up wild and free to roam the meadows and fields Down by the river what sights to see O, to grow up wild and free ...

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As this river gives, not giving a damn Emptying out the lake of hate, I am This ecosystem dies, but was it alive? Just surviving on dreams that I kept inside Confusion fills me, deep as this hole The sinkhole depths mirror my soul No reflections to see, nothing left to find Just hollowing cries, and thoughts unkind Saturated tears, muddled in fears A...

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Insanity and back again Somethings got to give Whatever you do Please don't shout my name It calls up the demon In me We partied when we were young Had to stop the world from turning We ran as fast as we could and then faster You lived for the minute and never thought it all would be gone Crushing killing Creative aptitude Not even thinking of...

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severe summer drought river* water level low treasure trove revealed *Mississippi ...

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Is it not simple These words I portray Leaving one in thought To pass the day away I watch the raging river Sunlight glisten Upon the leaves Reminiscing A day so long ago Of a child young And free Of all the stones gathered Piled high to conceive A fortress of golden light To Fulfill a yearning need Of lemon yellow blossoms Lavender frills And a beautiful Song The lofty hills consider Twinning...

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blessed maiden by the stream weaving raiments from the stars apple of her father's eye full of charm and grace there lived one across the bank across where the princess weaved steering oxen through the grass able, strong and brave the weaver and the cowherd crossed paths by the Milky Way a glance, a nod, and a wink love then swept their feet lost within each other's...

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I hope I don’t fall short I fall oh so tall and I’m in appall As I long for your comfort Through it all, through it all… Pieces of me has fallen Into the deep end again Pieces of me has fallen Into the deep end again Don’t fence me in With your love again Press your heart against my own If you could,...

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Meet me at the freshet Where there is a gathering - A swath of pilgrims wait For to find eternity - Where there flows an old hope And God's love is evergreen - Where His deeds are retold Of which move our hearts to sing. Bind His words to your mind; ...

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m o o n y river, eyes that e b b and f l o w. h o p s c o t c h stones, leaping u n d e r t o w s. moonbow s t r e t c h e d o u...

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THE PERSIMMON LADY just beyond the sagging gate Mrs. Bodine’s old house stands, empty. in the back yard weathered persimmon trees stand guard over the garden’s remnants. leaves rust-red in October, ochre and bronze scatter down from the persimmon’s hard slender limbs. copper leaves slowly...

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A confluence formed by the little creeks Like serpentine, it takes myriad twirls Leaping down as cascade from the high peaks Reaches the barren plains as rolling pearls Flows with mesmerizing voices of lilt Phosphorous lather as floating white clouds Settles at the foot of hills with fine silt Becomes a lifeline and the gift of crowds Reflective brow of the crystalline lake Shoots...

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Cry me a river! Cry me a river! CRY ME A RIVER...

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Blood of gems crosses the tides a fractured tremor of a weary river fog of marrow diluted by tremors spines chained to the edges of a coral sinking deep stones upon a shore that quivers and the body hears only a wave mute that carves....

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Morning, the river belongs to the geese Who congregate on the bank Poke about in the grass Run, take flight, and land on the water Heave their wings to skim the surface Noisy and honking, splashing As they inhabit their domain Afternoon, the river belongs to the people Who gather as families and friends Lying on the grass Swing out on a rope and land...

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