Sorrow River Poems

Alone, Looking for Blossoms Along the River 

The sorrow of riverside blossoms inexplicable, 
And nowhere to complain -- I've gone half crazy. 
I look up...

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On the shore of the river,
we used to bathe,
in the streams flowing to that river,
we used to play,
with no worries,
with no sorrows,
following the water running...

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In the depths of my being, my heart resides.
A vessel of emotions where love abides
But in moments of anguish, it often cries,
Rivers of tears for...

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Cry me a river, let your tears flow
Drown me in sorrow, the pain that you know
Let me feel the weight of your broken heart
And together,...

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I am sitting by the bank of the river,
reflecting what my reflections in the water mean to me,
the calm and serenity of the eddies and...

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A river of tears
surges into the caverns
of my broken heart...

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Just give me a frozen river
So I could skate away
Then give me a minute more
Tell you how I feel today

I live here in a verdant...

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A good friend once told me that kingfishers know the secrets of the universe 
But dear friend, what about this moorhen on the rivers verge?

And...

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Along a quiet river to nowhere were styx lean like broken crosses. The wind is gentle with a sent of quite decay or is that...

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 "The streams are my veins." 

Rivers, rather than flowing around us, deliver vitality to every cell and fiber in the body. They are the...

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My joyfulness is a fountain, overflowing with delight
for the wondrous gifts I find in Nature, day and night

Colors of dawn and dusk fill my heart...

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She fell and saw the swirling serpent of fears 
Lakes, rivers and all things flowing for countless years 
Are her tears from her eyes of...

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River Lily aligns distant shore,
 Nostalgia haunts e’ermore.
Supple petals skyscape hue,
Cruelty plucked heart askew.

Willows bow to infinitely weep,
Cleave beauty, in sodden keep.
Bloom, marred by dire...

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When suited with loneliness, sorrow is seductive.
I reek trefoils and heed we bear a deep urge to relate.
My quest for commonality steered me to a lake...

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On the hill, a mother 
is desperate to nurse babies
who have gone still and silent, 
with milk they'll never take

She knows they are not sleeping...

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