Poems About: RIVER

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

  • 85.
    For Three Whose Reflex was Yes

    Nobody I know is a god. A mother and son
    fall into the river's million hands, the river's
    smash and grab. They go under, climb the ropeless
    water up, wave, open their mouths and scream read more »

    Bob Hicok
  • 86.
    RIVERS

    Rivers are like the veins in a body.
    They carry the blood of a nation.
    Rivers are rich during monsoons
    They are poor in summer. read more »

    KEERTHANA DINESH 1998
  • 87.
    Well and river, inequitable.

    A bath in a river is soothing to your skin.
    But the river cannot replace the well.
    From well water, you sooth your throat.
    So the well has no reason to fear the river. read more »

    Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.
  • 88.
    Which River Do I Take

    Less than a mile away the Cahaba river bed does lay
    To it's east the mighty Coosa river holds sway
    To the west the great Black Warrior river
    releases it's waters through it's gates read more »

    Midnights Voice
  • 89.
    The River

    In the river
    You flow into him
    I see
    The beautiful moonlight, read more »

    Po Po Pisces
  • 90.
    The River That Murmurs

    I will ask the river, that flows serene
    I will speak to the sky
    I will ask the river that murmurs read more »

    Rani Turton
  • 91.
    Roll down, Long River (song)

    Roll down, Long, Long River to the sea,
    Call me, Long, Long River where I should be.
    Sing me a lullaby
    How to live and die. read more »

    Galina Struchalina
  • 92.
    Still Standing On You Feet?

    When first I came to Jesus
    The river was ankle deep
    It cooled me in the day time
    Yet still I was upon my feet read more »

    Frank McEleny
  • 93.
    Our Magical River

    At the break of dawn we took a stroll
    along the river of tears
    It was a wild river, with a glittering current
    To take away your fears read more »

    Dianna Nally
  • 94.
    The River

    Down through bare fields and by many a hedgerow the streams from the high country flow
    Down to join and swell the big river that into a huge water-way grow
    On it's long journey to the ocean it babbles along night and day
    From it's birth-place in the high valley saltwater seems quite a long way, read more »

    Francis Duggan
  • 95.
    Freeze Love

    You went away without glance
    You went away uttering no word
    Shall we meet again or it was last? read more »

    BONGOKOBIDA ZAKARIA
  • 96.
    Back up the Hill

    As I walked down to the river today
    I met a man with no legs in a chair
    we spoke about life and he stood tall in a way
    as I walked down to the river read more »

    Charles M. Moore
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