Riverbed Poems - Poems about Riverbed

A POEM TITLED: RIVERBED BY ASMA'U SADA Puffy white clouds Like pieces of Floating cotton Shifts silently across the blue sky Birds of morning Sing songs in the distance Fish swim...Read the rest...

While gazing at wonders of star gleams, listened to wild quail as they cooed dreams. Up and down dry riverbed came cries of night birds exploring darkened skies. Warm-blanket sounds to erase day's rush Slowly sounds fade, night deepens to...Read the rest...

Light green leaves, wineberries on brown stems grow in New Zealand's native bush Sally drinks a glass of red wine each night laughing Forest of tall trees awesome in their backyard The mystery beyond an endless river chasing...Read the rest...

Love On The Riverbed He pitched a tent on her banks Her teeth clenched as pegs dug deep Campfire sparks, heat's erecting The winds howling in lost flight connie pachecho 8/3/17...Read the rest...

San Diego Riverbed, our home. It has an allure for total fools. Homeless people who are not allowed. We risk jail to stay near her water. To toxic to drink unless treated. A lovely place to live, no rent due. We...Read the rest...

On the silent riverbed, she stood Where the softer wind had blown Against the ground, she glistered star's light And eclipsed nature's splendor grown Yet beauty tempted not my interest Though her allure gleams upon thrones But a sorrowful sound...Read the rest...

A randon creation convulsed by grief. Death of a pendant was not able to recall the cleavage. Kosher scream, the grandchildren will not know the fakes of reality show, pure as honey, then the scratching starts: look the tiger was sitting on the...Read the rest...

Branches falling from the trees, Falling on the banks, Little bridges for the animals of the wild, Across the stream of the rocks....Read the rest...

A randon creation convulsed by grief. Death of a pendant was not able to recall the cleavage. Kosher scream, the grandchildren will not know the fakes of reality show, pure as honey, then the scratching starts: look the tiger was sitting on the...Read the rest...

Branches Falling From The Trees Falling On The Banks Little Bridges For The Animals Of The Wild Across The Stream Of Rocks...Read the rest...

Circles form the stream Reflecting me But the waterfall I see Ascends the lonely breeze Intentions of a ghost Take from me This dead and dying host Please just take me home The thunder, rain and dust All I see Intentions, pain and lust Lost and...Read the rest...