Riverbed Poems - Poems about Riverbed

Puffy white clouds Like pieces of Floating cotton Shifts silently across the blue sky Birds of morning Sing songs in the distance Fish swim in crystal water River flows gently Fisherman paddles a canoe Here I sit Nature and I...

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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 hush. November 11, 2022...

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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 hot sun uphill With blue moths and orange Californian poppies To have all day to freely roam within a stones throw of...

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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...

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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 create communities that work. Together we must play cat and mouse. The police our only predators. A task force of eight...

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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 out her breath Revealed a sorrow unknown With the edge of elegy, she sung A celestial kiss of tone Heard angelic gentle melodies And had...

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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 branch. Miracles will happen again when the prince manipulates the throne. The dust melts in the local crowd. Amid droughts there was a rivalary to...

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

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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 branch. Miracles will happen again when the prince manipulates the throne. The dust melts in the local crowd. Amid droughts there was a rivalary to...

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

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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 refusing trust Standing strong but still alone Bleeding me Attempting life before I know My dying heart will grow Circles take my eyes Breathe through me Condescending,...

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