Rivers move in many ways, taking the form of trickling streams, bubbling brooks, flowing channels, and raging white waters. Whether they ends up sinking into muddy cracks and crevices, or deep diving into beautiful blue lagoons, a river always knows its way back – to thesky or the sea.
Here are eleven moving pieces of poetry about rivers to inspire you to move with the flow of life and accept your journey along the way.
Poems about rivers
1. The River - Steven Poplawski
As I sit and watch the eagle soar, And wonder to myself Where’s the river taking us To the north, or to the south.
Are we going to hit the rapids, Or sail on to the calm, Are we going to hit a waterfall, And never see the dawn? Well, that, my friend, is the river of life, And a ride all must journey on.
So search out for those rapids, And search out for those calms, Someday your life will piece together, And nothing will go wrong.
So watch out for that eagle, As his wings span out with life, And his everlasting spirit lives, Through every day and night.
It is a rare night, down along the river, a sheet of glass repeating “I am water.” The lights upon it do not dance, but strike and go down forever. This river has forgotten, the way to the sea, it will wander the earth like a liquid sleep walker, stopping people on the street and asking, “Have I arrived?”
It was at her disposal. The almighty force, above, below and within. Her divine direction, the precursor, the lover, the mother. Heaven almighty knows, what form she may take. But she took form, flooding every river, with her eternal water. Blessing every mountain, each valley, and every forest, with her almighty power. White and blue, she swept.
The river flows down to the sea, Without me, Without me. Take me with you O’ mighty river! Take me along upon your adventures as your waters rush and run, Leap and gurgle, And frolic along their way. Show me where the fish swim and the birds nest, Where the trees wave and the children play. Whisper to me the secrets of your life and your people, For if I cannot go with you, Let me sit here by your side and listen to your stories.
If hope was a river I will embrace it, and Accept it Cause sometimes I Cannot change it Life still flows Scars are made Sometimes caught in The current, or pulled under But sometimes Redemption comes
Hope for the best But the outcome I cannot change But to have the strength To carry on, on Down the river With your head above water
When you see water in a stream you say: oh, this is stream water; When you see water in the river you say: oh, this is water of the river; When you see ocean water you say: This is the ocean’s water! But actually water is always only itself and does not belong to any of these containers though it creates them. And so it is with you.
Frisky all around us splashing impetuous, the river sings andante, then adagio, then scherzo, flowing always affirmative, and who are we to say no?
Maybe by the bank an eddy turns in thought, but then sweeps on into the gathering for entropy, and we are in it with our plans, our intentions, fears. But the river says yes.