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
Running... read more »otteri selvakumar
99.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
In the river
You flow into him
The beautiful moonlight, read more »Po Po Pisces
101.Oh! Ganga Maiya
River, no its not River,
It's Ganga Maiya.......
Origins from Himalaya,
From that top of Himalaya, read more »J S Shankar
102.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
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.Song, There Flows The River Volga... - translation (rus.)
The original singer is Mark Bernes
The most popular is Lyudmila Zykina
1. And from afar longly read more »Lyudmila Purgina
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