river
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I remember when I took a train to the city
Half way through the journey the train stopped along the Hudson.
And just for a moment I looked out on the empty expanse of water
The rippling reflection of the sky
I don’t understand how you can just stand there
Standing beside the river I cried
Skipping stones off my tears to watch how far they’ll go
As if my brokenness is a wishing well you have been waiting to use
Stretching between the sheet of blue,
Clouds spotted the bright blue sky,
The river glided, twisted and flew,
The birds, too hot in the sun to fly,
As the wind spun tufts of bright red dust,
ℭ𝔲𝔱𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔪𝔶 𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔰 𝔬𝔫 𝔰𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔰
𝔄𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔯𝔶𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔫 𝔰𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔭𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔩𝔰
𝔏𝔬𝔳𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔶𝔬𝔲
ℑ𝔰 𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔭𝔭𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔟𝔞𝔯𝔢
ℑ𝔫𝔱𝔬 𝔞 𝔤𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔡, 𝔟𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔶 𝔯𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔯
𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔞𝔫 𝔬𝔶𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔟𝔢𝔡 𝔣𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔯
I am always in the room with you.
Regard the mirror angled on the shelf for you to look in and see me.
I write words on the mirror-
you will see them if you know me and I know you.
I am always in the room with you.
Regard the mirror angled on the shelf for you to look in and see me.
I write words on the mirror-
you will see them if you know me and I know you.
The hand which has touched my heart
Should have been my healer
Gone are the days, years, minutes and seconds
When your name was synonymous with mine
The whole universe seems thirsty
His thoughts stole my heart
a sky of blackbirds and blue jays
does never cross my mind
as much as deserts and cacti
all be in short supply.
and though i of the sea proclaim
the safety of my heart
I hear the sound of water,
gurgling, flowing, breathing with life
The sound of water slapping stones,
pushing past the verdant reeds
I hear the water join the song of a child,
they say that nothing gold can stay
but what about the other metals seen as precious
in the eyes of man
you are my silver lining
I have steeped myself in red wine
Drank from a cup that held stardust,
Buried myself in the earth,
Let the shore consume me
Sturdy over water
Flowing fast and free
Moonlight shines below
You let me stand above
A spectacular view
Peaceful
Beauty
Free
The water rushes
The lights shine
Dear former self,
I’m writing you from the other side of that place
Where the two rivers meet
You haven’t seen it with your earthly eyes
But have with your soul
You haven’t a memory of it
The return of the rain heralds ages of growthwhere leaves left forgotten to their last ending goeth.
The return of the rain hails the heel of old firesmakes moss meet to grow on tall boreal spires.
If only you could see,My favorite place to be.A place where I can rest Is nature at it’s best. The water ripples near So loud it's all you hear.A secret place to be, A spot made just for me. In shallow waters still,To touch would send a chill.A sh
Dana Gilmore said it best when she said "you can cry me a river you can cry me a sea"
And Yellow Rage asked "what do you know about being Asian? "
But I am asking you. What do you know about me?
Water over crashing rocks,
my troubling thoughts won't soon be forgot.
Thoughts in my head buzz like bees,
for a moments rest is all I plea.
For time to stop and trouble to fade,
There's a river I know,
in the land of the dead,
where many call home,
and others may dread.
There's a city I know,
where the parties are gold,
where the liquor is silver,
I am a river
working hard
always moving
changing everything around me,
while accepting change, myself.
Sometimes I am calm
sometimes I am restless.
No matter,
for I am a river.
I walked towards a doorWhich opened to a river glinting under the starsThere my feet sank unto the bed of earth
Down by the river
in the holly hocks,
two kids open an old tin box.
They swing their poles
and string their hooks
all in the noon-day heat.
But the only bites
they get all day
No Laughing
No Screaming
No crying
Not even a sound
Climb up the rail
Its summer
So the water isn't too cold
But its night so the water looks black
How deep is the water?
I flow river, the river flow me.
Yet where the river meets the ocean,
My depths never flow free.
Salt-coated sweetness is what I may find,
But never - no, never - will I see,
Pure essence and gentle meek.
Well girl its been a whileSince I've seen that beautiful smileand I just can't go on like thisspending another night without your kiss
The raging river moves on
With its endless song
But the words get lost
In the rapid beats.
The beats get faster
But your life gets shorter
Strength is the river;
Though it seems to conform
To the limits of the earth,
With diligence and patience,
Even the most stubborn stone
Will obey the current.
Cages thrown deep into the Hudson
The fishermen smoke stogies on the pier
I fear- that I might get sick
for the air is thick with the stench of smoke and chum
It stabs at my nostrils on my morning run
Water rushing through the mountain valleys dragging every stone not firmly rooted,
drowning just to resurface in an unknown region.
And before long, the current sweeps the few, back under its brute force again.
A river, cheery and merry,
Is a picture of perfect happiness.
It laughs as it trips and falls,
Crashing into obstacles in its way.
Never angry nor upset,
"Play the game" they say. "Just play the game." The only way to get ahead in life is to play the game. The rules are simple they say; bow, kneel, bend, but dont break. Kiss ass, tell people what they want to hear.
OutsideThe entirety of my resolve runs with the river of tears thatTrickle, thenAfter a brief moment of suspenseBreak free, carvingCruel lines down my ravaged cheeks, a howling flood letLoose. My eyes are
Change
It happens
We don't see
What used to be
What exists right now
Or what will be
Nothing permanent
Change can happen
In less than in a minute
Or more than a millennia
I am a baby blue bird, drifting to the soft sands of Rio de Janeiro, while lying dead on a dilapidated raft with all cares in the world left forgotten by my bedside.
He stood alone,
Because he was empty.
His head tilted up to the path of grey sky,
The roar of the river in his ears,
Bouncing off of the canyon walls.
The river flows, so sweet and blueFrom the mountain snow, the stream dose comes,The fish are swimming, the children run.Forest shelters those who are true. But few are children, they come no more.They are within, their love unknown.Their sacred pl
Down by the cabin where the apple trees dropped
The sweetest honeycrisps
I’d ever sunk teeth into,
Amid earth and Skye,
I view the world from between.
Torn by reality.
Fallen like the Rain,
Weight directed his descent.
He remains stagnant.
Lira, Lira by the river
Does it yet reflect the sea?
Your ears can hear the softest whispers
Do they hear my quiet plea?
All I love is in the river
All you know is out at sea
There once was a river that flowed downstream,
It wished and it washed itself into a dream,
It wanted to make itself into a clean,
Huge flying aircraft machine,
It was impossible to say the least,
In times of trouble
the river flows beside me
Comforts me, soothes me
Leads me to exicting places
The river carries words
and fits them together
in little crevices by the rocks
The overwhelming feeling of exhaustion drives her to the river- where she will sit on a cold grey stone until - over time - she finds peace.
Our life is like a river,
Bending and Twisting, but always flowing Forward
From the spring from whence we are born, we flow.
As we flow, we learn
As we flow, the run-off from our environment is added to us
Turtles are gods
On fallen trees, looking up.
Surveying the wild green
Water I approach without grace.
The turtles fell, as little gods fall,
Soft, and without diameter, into
Death, is a jealous fellow
he has no age, grace, nor liking
it considers not woe, nor sorrow
he displays a complete arbitrary arrival
he does not consider survival
and lingers with denial
Little stream through the woods
How sad and lonely you must be
Tired too though many can’t see
You fight and fight to make it through
And one day when you finally do
In the big ocean you will be
The river embraced its one true form
To travel its depths through hail and storm.
Through the village and through the town
Through the kingdom that once was crowned.
I write poetry to ease my mind after a long day's work
I use rhyme scheme so my words would lurk.
It's more emotion based, than anything else.
Not usually about people, but more myself.
River flows by
Like years of my life
A school of faith
Where someone showed me why
The words flow like water
Water of forgiveness
Flowing faster and faster
When the mind's just a mess
To the lakes,
Oceans,
Waterfalls,
Oceans you fill with purity
The fish and sea creatures swim
You give us all you can give
To the waves that move on your surface
Down riverbanks you flow
I want to feel the ocean breeze,
I want to feel the light of the moon
As we lie together on the sand,
I want to hear nature's melodious tune.
Above the river's bank
rising slowly in the sky,
casting a reflection upon the water.
Saving the world from total darkness
the moon finds its place among the stars
We walked by night, dropped our troubles
As though the water we tried to avoid cleansed us,
But it didn't, did it?
We walked on in conversation or in silence,
And either way I felt privileged to be by your side.
It seems
There runs a river, fierce and strong,
Between your outlook on life and mine.
While clear to me the "i" in failure,
The warmth in Hell's destructive flames,
The delight in want for a slower revolution;
The trees, hid her from everyone around
The water, flowed beneath her tiny feet
For nothing more beautiful could astound
Like the pleasant river beyond the street,
The river washes everything away
All the evidence
The remembrance
Of things that happened in the past
It doesn't worry about the mass
Amount of people
That it erases
Come down to the river
Come watch with me
See the ripples and the flow
Of the water as it goes
As what goes?
Your mind
Set it free. Find peace
Peace where?
Out there, on the rocks;
On the dark cliffs full of shadows
The river is rushing, the water crashing
Headed towards the inevitable fall
