Water Poems
#water
Poems about water, one of the simple classical elements. together thought to explain the nature and complexity of all other things. Water, on one hand the ultimate source of life, and on the other a great destructive power. Water poems includes poetry about fountains, springs, lakes and oceans, and poems about rain water, drought and flooding. Also, poems about water as a feature of modern convenience.
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The Journey
Viscous is the pain
That remained the same
For custom of term is the world we love to yearn :
People are placed into a world that holds them captive in their reality. Whereas a call is so close away to the high end, we see the lower nature of man/kind ever penetrating us into the reality of pain/Rejection. It is to my sum that i have witnessed strength that penetrates through this pain, and Altho i wish all to feel the love that conquers all thing's. It is in pain that we are perfected through weakness; Because of the sum of a core, the hardened heart breaks; but the...
That remained the same
For custom of term is the world we love to yearn :
People are placed into a world that holds them captive in their reality. Whereas a call is so close away to the high end, we see the lower nature of man/kind ever penetrating us into the reality of pain/Rejection. It is to my sum that i have witnessed strength that penetrates through this pain, and Altho i wish all to feel the love that conquers all thing's. It is in pain that we are perfected through weakness; Because of the sum of a core, the hardened heart breaks; but the...
#motivational
#clouds
#water
#humankind
#LifeCycle
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Tears of The Sky
The blousy clouds
Burst
The tears then tumble down
Accompanied by a myriad others
As they fall
Creating puddles, and ponds
Soaking the soil
Drip dropping
Splashing
Silver globules
Jump for joy
As they bounce
Then fall into each others arms
Like long lost lovers
Such intimate embraces
As together, they trickle down hills
Off leaves of trees
An array of journeys
As they all meld together
Like a long lost friends
Soon they are freely flowing
Bleeding along arteries of rivers
Feeding...
Burst
The tears then tumble down
Accompanied by a myriad others
As they fall
Creating puddles, and ponds
Soaking the soil
Drip dropping
Splashing
Silver globules
Jump for joy
As they bounce
Then fall into each others arms
Like long lost lovers
Such intimate embraces
As together, they trickle down hills
Off leaves of trees
An array of journeys
As they all meld together
Like a long lost friends
Soon they are freely flowing
Bleeding along arteries of rivers
Feeding...
#rain
#water
#nature
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SAND 1
Sand comes in many forms
we’re most acquainted with the yellow
warm stuff found on picturesque beaches
but it can also be volcano black
or dusky purple
or not quite fully processed
yielding beaches of sharp, tiny bits of shell or little stones
But all sand is
is shells and rocks and dirt and bone
crushed and refined for millennia
by the aching ebb and flow of the tides
We all become sand
no matter how hard
we resist the ocean’s movement
but like sand, we are
beings of change
constantly sifting and...
we’re most acquainted with the yellow
warm stuff found on picturesque beaches
but it can also be volcano black
or dusky purple
or not quite fully processed
yielding beaches of sharp, tiny bits of shell or little stones
But all sand is
is shells and rocks and dirt and bone
crushed and refined for millennia
by the aching ebb and flow of the tides
We all become sand
no matter how hard
we resist the ocean’s movement
but like sand, we are
beings of change
constantly sifting and...
#sea
#beach
#water
#humankind
#LifeChangingMoment
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The River Arun, West Sussex
Flowing by the wetlands of Arundel
Overlooked by a castle up on high
Ptolemy first called it the Trisantonis
Is the River Arun running by
Also known as the Trespasser
A Southern Celtic Brythonic interpretation of the word
An indication of its tendency to flood
For centuries, this has been observed
Part of the Arun, was rumoured to be called the Arnus
Brythonic for run, go, or flow
And that Arundel may mean Arno-Dell
Or where the Dell of the flowing river did go
Remains of Iron-Age forts
To Roman ruins, signs of...
Overlooked by a castle up on high
Ptolemy first called it the Trisantonis
Is the River Arun running by
Also known as the Trespasser
A Southern Celtic Brythonic interpretation of the word
An indication of its tendency to flood
For centuries, this has been observed
Part of the Arun, was rumoured to be called the Arnus
Brythonic for run, go, or flow
And that Arundel may mean Arno-Dell
Or where the Dell of the flowing river did go
Remains of Iron-Age forts
To Roman ruins, signs of...
#river
#water
#nature #historical
#nature #historical
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Water Babies
Mother ocean
Her veins stretch inwards
As her life blood
Leaks into rivulets
Of rivers
They are her water babies
by Jemia
Her veins stretch inwards
As her life blood
Leaks into rivulets
Of rivers
They are her water babies
by Jemia
#river
#water
#nature
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WATER
Hot and pouring
Where it shouldn’t be
Steam changing
Our atmosphere
Thickening the air
And seeding clouds
Inside our minds
Yes
This is the time
For us to think
Pressure relief
It makes total sense
Keep trying everything
We’ll run it dry
If we have to
Too much pressure
Broken valves
Ain’t that the way
These days
We are all
Hot and pouring
Where it shouldn’t be
Steam changing
Our atmosphere
Thickening the air
And seeding clouds
Inside our minds
Yes
This is the time
For us to think
Pressure relief
It makes total sense
Keep trying everything
We’ll run it dry
If we have to
Too much pressure
Broken valves
Ain’t that the way
These days
We are all
Hot and pouring
#anxiety
#water
#pandemic #NaPoWriMo2021
#pandemic #NaPoWriMo2021
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Pragmatism - LOG 2 - Written Contour: The Ever Curse CONduCted
I Write "Follow the Path!" The Written Descend of the Every Breadth. Of Which Speaks Word for Word, Every Syllable it become Absurd. But that's the Given Way, A Word Touches the Breath: (In Which you) Might Stay/Say the Cause of all the Names, in Which Virtue is Defined in all it's Place, We Hold The Random to the Cause in Which we Set the Word in it's Syllable and Pause. | Written Contour:
I Have Seen Myself from Writing Complexed Written Contour to the Way in Which is Comes Close to the Sewer, Because of all the Cause; The Newness of a Place that Awe's...
I Have Seen Myself from Writing Complexed Written Contour to the Way in Which is Comes Close to the Sewer, Because of all the Cause; The Newness of a Place that Awe's...
#earth
#fire
#water
#Taoism
#morality
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Cherry Pie Delight
She's my cherry pie
sweet and tart
with cinnamon
in every crevice
of her crust
which is causing
my mouth to
water because
she taste so
damn good
That I have to
gobble her up
until every piece
was up into
my soul
sweet and tart
with cinnamon
in every crevice
of her crust
which is causing
my mouth to
water because
she taste so
damn good
That I have to
gobble her up
until every piece
was up into
my soul
#women
#erotic
#water
#food
#dirty
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blood & water
1
blood
is thicker
than water,
they say.
that's because
they haven't seen
my wife and me
since we left
our parents' homes
and cleaved
to each other,
closer than a mother
or father
or sister
or brother.
for now
we are thicker
than blood;
we
are
one.
2
when the murderer
slew my brother,
his blood flowed thick
upon the pavement.
but hosed water,
powerful
beyond a fault,
washed it away,
leaving ...
blood
is thicker
than water,
they say.
that's because
they haven't seen
my wife and me
since we left
our parents' homes
and cleaved
to each other,
closer than a mother
or father
or sister
or brother.
for now
we are thicker
than blood;
we
are
one.
2
when the murderer
slew my brother,
his blood flowed thick
upon the pavement.
but hosed water,
powerful
beyond a fault,
washed it away,
leaving ...
#forgiveness
#death
#water
#LifeChangingMoment
#redemption
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SPRING WEATHER
This is the weather I shared with you
When we sat with sweaty shirts
On burning concrete and staining grass
This is the weather where
We lamented the warmth we shared with and for each other
Steaming, but refusing to let go
This is the weather I shared with you
Reddening in the sun
Swilling lukewarm water and lying in the dirt
This is the weather where we fell in love
But now you’re gone
So what am I supposed to do now?
When we sat with sweaty shirts
On burning concrete and staining grass
This is the weather where
We lamented the warmth we shared with and for each other
Steaming, but refusing to let go
This is the weather I shared with you
Reddening in the sun
Swilling lukewarm water and lying in the dirt
This is the weather where we fell in love
But now you’re gone
So what am I supposed to do now?
#love
#grief
#romantic
#spring
#water
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If A Goddess Watched Us
Darling of the ocean
your stars sing brightly
through the trees
traveling past kingdom doors
beyond the moors,
to a place where the heart
no longer beats
The wind sighs~
Beloved of gentle tides
whispering into
my daughter's hair
I reached for her,
stricken...
And she became air
Floating above the ships,
she followed you
to a place daughters
can await their mothers
and bloodlines of tragedy,
of cruel, senseless cycles
are shattered
and our shackles
are...
your stars sing brightly
through the trees
traveling past kingdom doors
beyond the moors,
to a place where the heart
no longer beats
The wind sighs~
Beloved of gentle tides
whispering into
my daughter's hair
I reached for her,
stricken...
And she became air
Floating above the ships,
she followed you
to a place daughters
can await their mothers
and bloodlines of tragedy,
of cruel, senseless cycles
are shattered
and our shackles
are...
#grief
#sea
#water
#fate
#spiritual
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By water
Love is a fiendish, ferocious thing,
at least has sawn in me,
rivers running hell for leather
I washing
down to sea, never knowing
whether I wanted to lie
on rapids wailing
or 'av' gentle run
I suppose I'll know only
when I am lost at sea
but I remember
your hue in the leat
and wonder if your liquid runs
with me, while I flow,
winds blow hard
and peat comes racing off the Moor.
at least has sawn in me,
rivers running hell for leather
I washing
down to sea, never knowing
whether I wanted to lie
on rapids wailing
or 'av' gentle run
I suppose I'll know only
when I am lost at sea
but I remember
your hue in the leat
and wonder if your liquid runs
with me, while I flow,
winds blow hard
and peat comes racing off the Moor.
#identity
#water
#nature
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DU Poetry : Water Poems