Riverbank Poems - Poems about Riverbank

Working in a bookstore gives me a unique perspective which I never had before. I get to see the world through the people who come in and out the store. It’s like I’m on a riverbank…where the ceiling is the sky and where I get to glimpse at all the people floating by. I’ve seen every size and shape...

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trees in blossom lined up one by one along the riverbank ...

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RIVERBANK The river of life flows fast toward the weir This scene is now reality, not a pantomime So smile for the ferryman as he draws near Is that sweet music that you can now hear It is calling softly with a melody so sublime The river of life flows fast toward the weir There are now only memories to hold dear As...

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I sat by the riverbank today and wondered How long it takes the water to get to the Gulf Considered things my inquisitive mind ponders Like what is so enjoyable about playing golf? Save for an afternoon stroll, I see few merits Especially since my back has developed kinks My bag of clubs, the works, my son will inherit While I spend...

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A Yorkshire scene of old on river's bank… This detailed painting tempts my yearning soul. It takes me on a sweet nostalgic trip when time lingered near water’s lazy flow. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Picture 2 A Double Tetractys 8 Poetry Contest Sponsored by Eve Roper ...

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The river perhaps a place to contemplate creation's plan. The river perhaps a place to question the existence of woman and man. At the river I left city behind And rid many creations within my mind. Its waters an invitation to see the unknown Its shore an inspiration and a comforting home. And while by the riverbank my mind became still, completely blank. An...

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A rose resting by the riverbank, Tickling my toes in the evening sun, As I muse in the breezes and wander, Wander and dwell on my twilight run. I must take care not to crush your nighttime petals, Nor spoil the yellow rose of Texas, That I may remember my girlhood skips, In the sunshine of nostalgia....

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Washed on riverbank, pallid wrinkled waterlogged. Mud cloaks where you sank....

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Flowing river’s beating drums Open up all of mind’s doors Overwhelming internal spurts Give rise to verses of sentimental words Big and small rocks in the river Show foundations of natural graceful water structures Snowy foam on surface of water Resembles glossy silvery stirring pinnacles Golden rays of mid afternoon sun Sparkle nearby vegetation Bushes appearing near rocks of the...

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grey heron stalks prey a silent assassin poised ... sun breaks through dark clouds Writing Challenge 3, May 2019, Nature Haiku Poetry Contest Sponsored by Dear Hear 5/24/19...

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Seashells oh seashells laying on the riverbank You fill my eye's with content The way you lay there looking all mighty As the breeze brushes over your shell Flowing water dance's on the riverbank As the cranes fishes for a bite The sound of waves beating against they beaks Can creates melodies that'll make you feel relief Crabs marches out...

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I sit by the riverbank. I watch as days go by. I lean against this old oak tree. I gaze up to the sky. I sit by the river bank. I enjoy this tranquil bliss. I get lost in age old thoughts. I sit and reminisce. I sit by the riverbank. I wish that you were here. I know that you...

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Down along the riverbank Crawling through the sand Walk carefully and keep quiet For danger is at hand You hope to find a place to hide But who you meet is much worse She's evil and she's grotesque She's wicked and she's cursed The restless soul of someone dark She brings only misery and death She lures the unsuspecting So she...

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Orphaned Christmas conifers heap'd Side by side Assiniboine bank Native green and vertical felled Blackened aboriginal limbs White Man gasoline chainsaw teeth....

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A pretty girl stands On the riverbank in a windy day Under the noon sunshine She follows the water way A gentle gusty disarranges Her long black-silk hair From her face and eyes She takes hold of the flair The gust tears her hair scarf away, Twisting in the air Fluttering and chuting On the water surface with...

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