Poems About: RIVER
Poems on / about :
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97.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
98.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
Here is the river
And I am searching it
In the map that is
On the wall of my house read more »gajanan mishra
100.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
101.Visionary Dutch Toiled Prevented Floods In Jakarta
Indonesian administrations past present have failed to prevent
floods the Dutch built dams; neglected are no longer sufficient!
to hold back rising surging flood waters, urban planning experts
proclaim Jakarta's drainage system 'is still the same as it was read more »Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)
The poet did not read much poetry
In the river which had water only once.
The river that had carried away
A pregnant woman carrying twins read more »Jagannath rao Adukuri
103.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.
104.From the Green Eye
Eye the river which is formed by why.
Eye as for the river my mind has been formed by the why.
From the green eye which is older than the last bend now strait.
Eye of the blood from one person the river of ancient times. read more »Is It Poetry
You went away without glance
You went away uttering no word
Shall we meet again or it was last? read more »BONGOKOBIDA ZAKARIA
106.The New-England Boy's Song About Thanksgiving Day
Over the river, and through the wood,
To grandfather's house we go;
The horse knows the way,
To carry the sleigh, read more »Lydia Maria Francis Child
107.Learn From The Song Of The River
Learn from the river. It flows.
It does not ever stop or stand still.
It would only be a puddle, if it stopped.
It would evaporate, dry up, cease to be, if it fell in love with a scene, staying there, never to move again. read more »Phyllis Thompson Halle
108.**Sediments of life**
Fresh and so curious
With purity and innocence,
What lies ahead, eager to know
As a stream we start to flow read more »Fasika Ayalew