Category: Niagara Falls Poems

  • The Hon. Wm. Hamilton Merritt by George Coventry

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    Andrew Porteus
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    Born July 3, 1793 ; Died July 6, 1862, Aged 69 Years If, in thy wanderings o’er this beauteous earth, ….A solemn thought should contemplate the doom Of minds inheriting intrinsic worth, ….Go mark the spot where Merritt lies entombed ! An active life, the path he sought aright ….For his adopted country ;—through each…

  • Niagara, Powerful Splendour by Honey Novick

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    Andrew Porteus
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      Rainbow at the Brink of Niagara Falls Photo by Jason Ng on Unsplash    Mine eyes have seen the glory that lies beyond the horizon. It is called Niagara, the pot of gold lying At the end of the highway ribbon named for Queen Mother Elizabeth. Oftentimes, there is a rainbow gracing the skies…

  • My First Visit to Niagara Falls by Wayne Ritchie

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    Andrew Porteus
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    The forest is so quiet and I don’t know why. Yes it’s all up to the man in the sky. I’ve heard the water but I never saw it fall. Now I know why humans come for the thrill of it all. The animal kingdom keeps saying the world’s lost its cool. The whole human…

  • Niagara Falls, I Do Not by Scott Manley Hadley

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    Andrew Porteus
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    Staring at the waterBeside the top of Niagara FallsThinking about throwing myself in. My sister is visiting and I am exhausted byPretending I don’t want to dieWhich makes me want death more. I imagine my body smashing against the rocksOrBeing pummelled under by the water. I see myFatBaldSadBodyFloating down the riverOn its backDisgusting the otherFatBaldSadBodies…

  • Morning at the Falls by G. W. Cutter

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    Andrew Porteus
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    ‘Tis morning, and the vapors white Towering on high, reflect the light Back in a flood of glittering gems, ….As if the genii of the air Their baldricks and their diadems ….In hecatombs were offering there ; ‘Tis morning, and the foliage green, O’er that gulf is deck’d with silver sheen ;  A pearly shower as softly lies, ….As bright, as sweetly there reposes, As ever fell from summer skies ….Upon an orient vale of roses. The cedar twining o’er the rock As if ‘twere conscious of the shock ; The earthquake of that ocean tide, ….That, pouring, rushing evermore, Like rolling avalanches glide ….And foam along the shore, Bears on the emerald crown it wears, ….Gems brighter than have ever lain Upon the young and tender leaves ….Where softly fell the gentle rain ; When Flora’s lovely censers fling Their incense o’er the shrine of spring. It is indeed a fearful thing, ….A moment we shall ne’er forget, To stand where e’en the eagle’s wing ….Has never dared to venture yet ; To mark the volumed vapor white ….Roll up as from a mighty altar, And feel upon that dizzy hight ….The eternal rock beneath us falter,  While thousand rainbows fade and flash  ….O’er the crash’d waters as they flow, And from our very footsteps crash ….In mist and thunder far below, To know that till the Almighty hand ….Shall “roll together as a scroll” The utmost verge of sea and land, ….That mighty stream shall foam and fall ; That when our puny frames forgot  ….In death shall sleep full many a year,  Then other eyes shall hail this spot ….And gaze as…