Rapids Poems - Poems about Rapids

when pleasant pursuit of what was a lot of loot while rapids would shoot...

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My mother is a river. Not a calm, deep river, lush with fish and plants, flowing by gently and powerfully...but a thick, white rapids, furiously polishing the jagged rocks into marbles. There is no room for rest in her arms. You have to work for every ounce of her attention...or she will drown you. She is...

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There once was a man from Mozambique Who went canoeing most every week A white water battle Cost him vest and paddle Now he's really up the freakin' creek...

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Rapids Ahead I hear the canyon echo the cascading eddies volume, Growing louder as I paddle closer to run the descent, To enter the lake past water, hidden rocks and seething foam, While an eagle soaring the gorge, shrieks an impending portent. The walls are too steep for portaging the cataract in front, So either I seek another route or forge...

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6/9/23 I walk to clear my troubled mind, To drown the sound of ticking clocks That beat with worry in my ear. A running river won't rewind, And time bestows a gift that mocks, We can't relive the past we wear. But in the current’s rage, I find, As rushing waves wash over rocks Who stand their ground as they're stripped clear. I'll send what...

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Shooting sixty four rapids in the time stream Powder milk biscuits helped yours truly, a Norwegian farmer wannabe feel bold enough to weather inclement steady rain which swirled, pooled, and eddied around rolled up pant legs skinny ankles, which immediately felt cold, though frigid sensation I extolled before undertow willingly steadily, and nimbly pulled this former ace swimmer into watery fold quelling, relinquishing, and taking my...

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athletic type at the front wings of a splash, quite a slap it’s a bother to breathe, but he might catch a fish...

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The greatest performance of my life. Howard’s proud piece de resistance award on Poetry Nook for my magnum opus “Rush Amid The Rapids” in their daily member section. After endless hours of toil, tribulation, energy sapping endeavour and quite a few rejection slips of the email inbox type. One invests as I did so much...

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Well within the city limits mysteries Suburban people to the core escape Into a wilderness of houses bunched together Outside town, outside the reaches of police In giant vehicles much bigger Much larger than ordinary cars Good citizens leave congested streets For the homogenization of...

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My boy and I hung over the Elk Rapids dam railing Shirtless With lines swung in the churning water The iron hum of turbines rattling through our elbows He lands a nice Crappie And as he rescues the bass He looks not at his dad Or the helpless fish staring up in horror But watches to see if the old stern man Fishing on...

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river rapids roar like angry lions in summer suicidal thoughts [awakened in the middle of the night, May 20, 2021]...

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this was the spot where we’d come i’d shoot photos of the golden glitter as waves ran down the river bank this was the spot where we’d come we’d just sit and watch the sun as it set we were together seemed we hadn’t a care in the world this was the spot where we’d come so again today the sun faithful is at the rendezvous but this time with family and friends gathered by the...

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Rapids of the mind, moving at a furious pace as if there is no time to waste. A boat with oars... a raving raft… on all fours. In my dry suit, flapping like a seal. No way on earth I head for shore where there be bears. I flop back into the boat, pulled in by the hucksters who mock, they think this is a joke whereas I...

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It had been years since the seasons changed Then the Monarch butterflies Shook from a blue sky in July Like a box of colored confetti Re-appeared a miracle atop the sticky meadows And the day before was so hot That on my morning walk I found tree frogs glued to the pavement In mid-hop Paralyzed with eyes looking up Clay knickknacks belonging to a shelf In...

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Where a year seems like an eternity to you getting through to tomorrow is progress Never have such words rang so true You were a paddle less canoe Caught in the rapids under stress Where a year seems like an eternity to you Day after day you have to come through Fighting the white water with finesse Getting through to...

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