Short Riverbank Poems
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by the riverbank
their paths crossed, both then turned back
eyes locked, their hearts ignited
By Zyrool
Cascade water flow
Riverbank, vision in green
Ensnared by beauty
Daydreamer, thoughts float away
Perfect happiness.
A riverbank of memories
saturates cultured minds
such succulent visuals
of precipitation
so moist, so pleasant
spines shiver in longing
howls ascend
veneration
Orphaned Christmas conifers heap'd
Side by side Assiniboine bank
Native green and vertical felled
Blackened aboriginal limbs
White Man gasoline chainsaw teeth.
White puffy clouds, billowing pillows
Light lavender skies o'er water-fed willows
Reed-grasses to breeze's breath sway
Life's fantasy, a riverbank in May
Many rose petals floating downstream on a gleaming river
They move so slowly, almost getting lost in the sun's white glare
The monks on the riverbank seem lost in idle reverie
Lie low, as the noise whizzes by
overhead, side to side, undertow
Echoes reverberate ‘cross the canyon
plunge into the bone-dry riverbank
~ Lie low, as the noise whizzes by
You need
You need your love
My life is a riverbank
It would be best if you had a guy
My life is a riverbank
You need to walk
Waiting for you
You need
Need you
Love
Riverbank
ravishing revitalized rare riverbank rainbow
sharing and showing jeweled colors that glow
tantalizing turquoise next to perfectly pampered pink
unique every time, a universal feeing and mystical link
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
a carnelian
crystal flow reflects sunset
blanket of white peace
woody specters dot
painted skies on horizon
icy riverbank
crayola color
blending in duplicity
harmonic nature
The Nile was serene
its riverbank green
Cleopatra the Queen
supervised poverty obscene
Ancient Egypt's glory?
'twas short, brutish and mean
for builders of pyramids
worn out at eighteen
As the roses
Recall their perfume
The road the end
The sea the wave
The river the riverbank
The spring the pine
The rain the lily
And the willow the garden
....
My waist who taught him how to ripple
Recall your fingers.
Near a silent riverbank
where lilies scent the air
under a blackened willow tree
sweet Josephine rests there
kept in eternal slumber
her rotting bones left bare
I'm left longing to hold her close
my heart in disrepair
(June 15, 2013)
along the riverbank
i wander and imagine
you by my side
and when that breeze
gently caresses and
kisses my cheek
i know i have touched
the spirit of your love
and you are forever with me
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
It is finally May
And I think today
Ill go out and find some flowers
To inspire my writing
To stop and smell them
Just to look at
Because life goes so
Fast that I can never do that
But a riverbank and garden
Might be my next stop
Form:
Daily God I Did Thank
Blossoms and blooms were beside riverbank;
Into a dream my mind, soul and body sank;
Birds singing;
Love clinging;
God, for all that He gave, Him I did thank.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Master of My Limericks, MML
Build your home on the riverbank
and the river will fashion sticks
build it upon a mountaintop
and the mountain will make planks
place your bones amongst the stars
and they will giggle lightly
pitch a tent in heaven
and forever shine brightly.
Emerald paints hills
Tall cottonwoods dance
Soft clusters drift
Riverbank winds laugh
Leaves endorsing orange
Skeletal branches weep
Soft clusters melt
White wonderland bows
Emerald paints hills
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A bee sipping nectar from a flower
A sparrow sipping dew from a leaf
A butterfly on his way to somewhere
Pays us a visit but it was only brief
A duck quacks out on the water
And we hear a Kingfisher splash
An elegant swan glides effortlessly by
And the dragonfly makes a dash
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.
Rowing down the riverbank;
The water is a danger,
No this is not how I begin-
Am in a four wheel ranger.
Driving on the barren road
Past can eat my dust,
Suddenly a bike appears
I must, I must, I must….
Peddling along with speed
Faster than the car,
Jumping off and now I’m gone
On a shooting star !
the sky is crystal blue
Lake Michigan the same
down the Eagle flew
to catch his game
he dropped his fish dinner
upon the riverbank
sea gulls flocked near the winner
for any scrap he did not take
as we gort a closer look
he was spooked and flew away
he perched upon the knotty Jackpine
and watched us play
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.
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© 31st August 2021
He saw the failed rescue attempt
Her whole body was white
As white as the dress she had discarded on the riverbank
He studied her still-beautiful still form
Thrilled and repelled
And cried for his bride
Kissing her fish cold lips
He crumpled the note she’d left
And watched them take her away with his dreams
For Anthony’s Whiteness contest