Up The River Poems - Poems about Up The River

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ rain sounds are cleansing stress flows down the river and soul is replenished ...Read the rest...

Moonlight shines, silvery stains, On calm riverbanks. Cool wind mildly blows, The river flows, Moonlight shines. River streams, Heart chases stream with, silvery stains. our whispers. Of...Read the rest...

are you brave enough to discover the corners where you hid your dreams? ...Read the rest...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Almost sunset. I sit on the riverbank letting the water dribble over my toes and massaging my soles against the pebbles underfoot. I listen to the water trickling along and to the insects droning. Above...Read the rest...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ currents swirl and twirl river tilt-a-whirl, dizzy summer unfurling ...Read the rest...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ with its twists and turns, chaos, and beauty, the flow of the stream is in perpetual motion ...Read the rest...

Edward is a forest of a man and a river parting into steel. And he will never love me, until the wind blows blue Or ocean tides have melted sand - into iron soot. ...Read the rest...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ river full of waves flowing down the mountainside the great fish highway...Read the rest...

The poet hears the river’s cry In the flow of waters going by Ebb and flow, calm and storm The poet finds the river’s form In verse – in words that soothe and lift The river’s wound the water shifts...Read the rest...

I learned to love the river waves lapping ‘neath our boat Glint of sun set the scene a-sparkle as over the waters we’d float ...Read the rest...

Icicle candles sinuous laser lances chromatic gouges ...Read the rest...

All morning the river wore a thick fog along its length, until a great looming shape emerged, tall, gliding almost soundlessly towards me, becoming the bow of a ship parting the fog, escorted by two tug boats churning the...Read the rest...

Luminous miscellaneous adorn my crown, Frills and strawberries, Thorny circlet dusted with a light layer of twinkle, As my eyes hysteric with confusion muse on this loss. I gather the lumps of loaf crossing the border of...Read the rest...

Beneath the Wolf’s breath, rocks cradle my resting form. Wild rice sways, whispers— nature's soft secrets unfurl, beauty bathed in dawn's light. Note: Wild rice growing at mouth of Wolf River in Wisconsin on Menominee Indian Reservation....Read the rest...

Two streams that converge And flow inextricably Are like two lovers Meandering about who meet - Not knowing anything of what They were missing before But now having full sight ...Read the rest...