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Sparkyxox Sep 2018
Along the riverside.
Tweeting of birds, joyously they sing.
Rushing of water, crystal clear.
The whistling wind speaks, the waving leaves answer.
The scent of nature. Indescribable.
Up in the sky, the eyes of baby blue.
Snow white clouds above greener lands,
they speak of a language we do not understand.
The riverside is one of my favourite places to imagine. I've never been to one before, but it my head, I can still see, smell and feel the surroundings of the riverside.
Samreena Lodhi Sep 2018
Trust on the road,
walking by the riverside,
crossed some trees,
and sat on the pile of rocks.

He saw loyalty walking by,
and out of curiosity asked her,
what made you visit this site?
what made you to be here?

Loyalty replied
"no matter how i am crumbled or twisted,
my devotion won't ever wither away,
i came here to soothe my mind and soul,
not to let you alone and ever to troll"

Then the trust gave a smile,
mustered up his courage and said
"I am not fragile.
I lost my way in agitation.
I became a bait to misconception.
i was thinking as a broken trust,
where i should have followed Satisfaction."
tranquil Jun 2017
Your sacred place is where you can find yourself again and again. The great attractor. On a Sunday morning, near the river bank, soaking in sun rays filtering through wispy clouds that peek through tall oak trees, you sit on fallen orange leaves. Hint of chill still present in the early spring breeze. Calm water talking only through the language of small waves brought by soft wind. You see smoke coming out of a cabin chimney not too far away. Breakfast will be here soon. You feel excited to share sandwiches and simple joys of this morning with your soulmate. The conversation between nature and your silence only to be interrupted by the sight of your love. Radiant and natural after a great night's sleep, those glistening eyes gaze at the shimmering surface of water. You eat and you soak all scents of nature. You hum an old song. The urge to live the moment is just too strong. You want to scream out of uncontained joy but don't. Because it feels silly. Then out of nowhere he/she screams loud. Amazed, you laugh greatly and shout too. Both join in a song. Time stands still, lying with us together on dried orange leaves. Maybe that is why you find yourself here again and again. Because time slept alongside both of us lying down on the earth in embrace.
A quick write looking at the painting in my room.
aj May 2016
Rain falls like a lead sheet beating
ages on my back. The water rises,
but through the muddiness of the dividing sea  
your light stands clear. You stand 
beyond my riverside,
the birth of Venus before my eyes.

Skin like seafoam and eyes
like amber coax my hands into fists, beating
ripples into your image that not even the riverside
rain and my own reflection could rise
over. As the waves ripple across your cheeks, I stand
to remember you are also across this sea.

Caught between this love like religion, the sea
breeze makes poetry of your hair in the wind, and my eyes
have never been drowned deeper. I have never had to stand
a love so murderous; even your mirror image gives my soul a beating.
All the while, the water rises,
crashing against the riverside.

Across the riverside,
your gaze is resolute and colder than the sea.
The sun rises,
to find her light breaking the horizon with her eyes
that held back whirlpools, beating
my soul with crashing waves of division, which I can no longer stand.

Too deep to stand,
dangers of the divide bound my desire. A prisoner to the riverside.
The chains of star-crossed lovers crash with the waves, beating
my sense into sea.
Pain is no stranger to your eyes.
The beauty of the sea would always rise.

Hurricanes beat you into perfection and you rise
and stand
above the ordinary eyes.
Storm-beaten and Tempest-tossed on this riverside,
A godly daughter of the ominous sea
has overcame a beating.

Beyond the riverside,
across the sea,
my heart is beating.
Eloi Apr 2016
Run to the river, and take off all of your clothes,

no one is there to see that you're only made of skin and bones.

Doesn't it hurt not sleeping, and starving yourself every day?

Run to the river, and wash all of your pain away.

Down by the river by the boats
Where everybody goes to be alone

Where you won't see any rising sun
Down to the river we will run.

I walk to the borders on my own
To fall in the water just like a stone

Chilled to the marrow in them bones
Why do I go here all alone

I can tell by the pain in your eyes, you never go to the riverside.
I live in the valleys in South Wales, growing up I had some psychological disorders, and I would go for long walks to clear my head. There was this little bridge over a river, and I would sit there for hours drawing and writing poetry, I just felt free there, I've never forgotten that feeling.
Kalarav Apr 2016
Flowing, gentle water by the sand and silt.
Glowing moon reflected by the river.
The splashes and  the soothing waves,
like music to the ears.
The voices of crickets.
Cool breeze  pushing her hair off her face.
Sand and stones pricking her soft palm,
feet dipped in water.
All worries forgotten, washed away,
as she sat by the river side,
gazing up, towards the heavens.
While everybody was fascinated by the city lights,
she wondered about those twinkling things in the sky.

A calming presence, away from the crowds.
A prepossessing sight she'll never forget.
Nocturnal hours by the river.
The beauty of life captured in a few moments.
An admirer of the Creator, she is.
Nabishka Oct 2014
Weighted down by the fear
Under the courage of the sun
I waited down by the river
For you to come
Under heavy haze
I see your ways
A jolted memory cast away
You deserve my praise
Use this disguise
To hide you're streetwise
Cover your intention
Make them believe you're full of pretention
Floating through time
The memories remain
You were in your prime
And had so much to gain
Paint me an everlasting winter
Could you be more sinister
Steal away your cold stare
So I may see your evil flare
In the eye of the beholder
You were sorry for your mistake
The wind blowing in the branches
In the trees down by the lake
No-one wants to remember
What you did in vain
The images are silvery
That's all that will remain
I can see you thrive
You feel so alive
When you contemplate
Your thoughts I sedate
Faded through time
The images remain
Livings not a crime
There is so much to gain
All in good time enemy
Don't expect my sympathy
Deluding my state of mind
I can pretend you are my kind
Down by the river
It shines silver
Silvers more precious than gold
Sir you have me sold.
Open to your own interpretation.
Wedge Aug 2014
I can recall so clear that sunny day in June
Little did I know that my life would change so soon
The most amazing girl my eyes would ever see
Came out from nowhere and sat down next to me
We sat there really close talking for quite a while
That's when she looked up at me and showed her pretty smile

And now
I sit and wonder why I didn't ask that day
How could I have been a fool and let it slip away
There's not a moment that the thought will let me be
The day there at riverside will never ... leave me

She told me all about the people in her town
I said it sounds like fun she said well come on down
We can cook out, have fun, and stay up really late
I said well honestly that sounds really great
She told me all about how she lived nearby
How I wish I could have known that lie

And now
I sit and wonder why I didn't ask that day
How could I have been a fool and let it slip away
There's not a moment that the thought will let me be
The day there at riverside will never ... leave me

The last day we camped I went back to the riverside
I joined her sitting there and we said our good-bys
She said there's something from you that I really need
I want you to be able to come and find me
And I truthfully don't live anywhere near your town
But find me where I truely live or my heart will surely drown
I put my hopes up high and began to really look
I hope that maybe someday I'll find what she took
She took my heart away and I know without a doubt
Finding her will be my only safe way out
It's been so long ago all but one memory has died
And that's the one of the girl I met at riverside

And now
I sit and wonder why I didn't ask that day
How could I have been a fool and let it slip away
There's not a moment that the thought will let me be
The day there at riverside will never ... leave me

The day there at riverside will never ... leave me
(July 3rd, 2010). I came up with the lyrics for this while camping in Yosemite California. As soon as I returned from vacation, I went to my computer and typed it up. Enjoy

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