Poems About: RIVER

In this page, poems on / about “river” are listed.

  • 313.
    This River

    I try to call out for help
    but I'm suffocating
    in a river of pain and treachery.
    I try to call out read more »

    Heart of Ice Die Die Die
  • 314.
    Where did everyone go-Tsunami

    Down by the river the flowers
    have bloomed.The river sounds
    like soft music playing
    See a doe an her fawn playing read more »

    Jackie Kirby
  • 315.
    River

    They say the River rages
    like the finger turns pages
    some may find that the
    babbling brooks babble on like read more »

    Gregory Pickett
  • 316.
    Split open

    It’s split open like two pieces of land separated by a red river
    But the river is overflowing
    It’s flowing over the land and falling, falling down
    All the way down to the floor read more »

    Yvonne Fernandez
  • 317.
    ON THE SHORE OF NILA (BHARATHA PUZHA)

    This is river is laughing,
    with the thousands of jingles;
    the river and bay tied each other,
    but no one seen it; read more »

    I.P. GOPIKRISHNAN PISHARODY
  • 318.
    Where The Rivers Meet

    The lark upwards fly from the rushes to sing in the gray morning sky
    And gray crow disliked by sheep farmers caws on a lone poplar nearby
    And spring has brought all of her green beauty to Claraghatlea west of Millstreet
    To the old rushy fields by the railway the quiet place where the rivers meet. read more »

    Francis Duggan
  • 319.
    Listen to the Flowing River

    The fisherman used to cast his line into the running water
    And take what the flowing river allowed him to receive
    Now he’s watching as the pollutants slaughter
    No longer can he wade out from the shore, a time to grieve. read more »

    Robert Sheridan
  • 320.
    When The River Cries

    The river cries! The river cries! the river cries!
    Dastardly, dastardly, dastardly crimes
    'gainst humanity in society, down corridor of time
    Barons, tycoons, slave owners, tyrants gourge, gourge read more »

    Reginald Green
  • 321.
    River, Tide, Run

    River, Tide, Run

    Escape the conflict of the moon and earth
    Resist the need to try read more »

    Ilana Sabio
  • 322.
    Ecce Ancilla Domini.

    Behold the Handmaid of the Lord, be it done unto me according to Thy word.'
    The Angelus

    The bells from St. Mary's still rings in the twilight read more »

    r james sterzinger
  • 323.
    Thanksgiving Day

    Over the river and through the wood,
    To grandfather's house we go;
    The horse knows the way read more »

    Lydia Maria Francis Child
  • 324.
    the cord blood is strongest

    like dulcet lovers
    twins on the Aegean
    two hearts beating in time
    bis vivit qui bene vivit read more »

    Patti Masterman
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