Rivers Poems - Poems about Rivers

Written: May 27, 2025, for contest by Brian Strand ************** [ s~t~r~e~a~m~s rush t h r o u g h u ...

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The sea refuses no river, Even if it could, it never Showed resentment I learned how to hide my feelings, The emotional game became a contest, I start with a genuine smile, My pearly whites, my body postures, I have given my oppressor over the years Inner satisfaction, they thought that they had won Because the counting was yet done We have learned...

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this world, connected by signals cell phones, towers impregnated by vibrations mild colors, flames rising from the hopes hues stolen by the edges of a heart, who hears the wind in the trees, the struggle the need of raindrops, poignant stroking the last of the moments before Helene spoke her war with creation a war that left time off its foundation –...

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Households unhitch, clapperboard hulls creaking - the sound of storm-lashed rigging, as washing lines and telephone wires twist netting loosening foundations. Where we once believed roots gripped bedrock, planks bob in the swell, chests and their drawers billow and fill. Bed-springs gape, cupboards turn inside out, what surfaces is the face-up exposure of our everyday innards. Even as mailboxes are torn away, we refuse to believe that...

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In the depths of my heart, where thoughts flow like underground rivers, a rosebud, dried and pressed between the dusty pages of time, awakens from its old slumber, like a dream that remembers its own story. It does not bloom like flowers opening their petals in the dawn of spring, but like something once lost, yet not forgotten, recalling...

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Perhaps in this world, we are descended from celestial rivers that never cease, with sweet hope gifted to souls like a divine blessing, oceans of love and burning desires embrace us with the fire of passion, beautiful ladies, we thank the gaze that discovers you in all your splendor, we leap into the hottest flames of love that consume...

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In the depths of consciousness, where thoughts flow quietly like the rivers of time, an unnamed envelope waits, hidden in the shadow of unspoken destiny. Whoever touches it first becomes the master of a silent curse, a burden that changes nothing, for the fate that follows remains unwavering, arranging destinies in silence, without anything. The sender knows this but...

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I look at them, at the lines on my palm like rivers flowing through secret deserts, Wondering if they truly tell fate, if the future hides in the mist, Or perhaps they are just lies spreading like fire igniting dreams that burn. I look at them, hoping to see something, a whispered word among the lines of silence, But...

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The map etched deep, a cryptic, skin-worn chart, No oceans blue, but valleys of the heart. These lines of palm, a whispered, ancient script, Where fate and chance in subtle shadows slipped. A lifeline's curve, a river flowing slow, Or jagged breaks where sudden currents go. A head line's path, a mountain's rugged crest, Where thoughts ascend, or in deep canyons rest. The...

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I wish to weave my veins with yours, like two rivers joining their destinies under the eternal sky, to let my blood flow through the corridors of your craters, carrying with it a song of life, to drive out the deeply embedded poison, to show you how it is to breathe without the demons that tear at...

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Canvassers of the word, from the fireplaces of Pregnant minds let us, with ebullient enthusiasm, Pen flaming words to melt away the dismay in a world Wrought with war, bigotry, injustice, hate, and loss hope:- Let us not merely pen-paint entertainment, but more importantly, Let us vision awareness, inspiration, confidence, determination, And ever burning faith in ability to work and...

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Canvassers of the word, from the fireplaces of Pregnant minds let us, with ebullient enthusiasm, Pen flaming words to melt away the dismay in a world Wrought with war, bigotry, injustice, hate, and loss hope:- Let us not merely pen-paint entertainment, but more importantly, Let us vision awareness, inspiration, confidence, determination, And ever burning faith in ability to work and...

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Pool, Lake, .... River's Sea's, Over To Hold, .... Victories!...

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There I was bobbing up and down trying to keep afloat or I would surely drown, thinking of all the things I should have done and what I disallowed. The water was deep and this I know cause I couldn't touch the ground. The current was very strong because it had just rained. I...

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