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.
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
12th Oct 2019 9:52pm
12th Oct 2019 9:52pm
Dream: One Tight Night Will Cure Thy Blight
Squirt the groundswell, but keep it a secret.
( sabateurs and other lightweight threats,
are emerging from corners).
Beware
the widow woman wrapped in black.
Offer no resistance. She'd be booked to board
the TITANIC, but mistakenly hopped the the OLYMPIC
(as all them StarLine tubs looked the same her).
Then was the figure of the mighty Jack Johnson.......
"And they wouldn't let Jack Johnson on board. They said:
this ship don't haul no coal, Fare the well, Titanic, fare-thee-well."
The...
( sabateurs and other lightweight threats,
are emerging from corners).
Beware
the widow woman wrapped in black.
Offer no resistance. She'd be booked to board
the TITANIC, but mistakenly hopped the the OLYMPIC
(as all them StarLine tubs looked the same her).
Then was the figure of the mighty Jack Johnson.......
"And they wouldn't let Jack Johnson on board. They said:
this ship don't haul no coal, Fare the well, Titanic, fare-thee-well."
The...
#regret
#sea
#water
#nature
#tragedy
39 reads
4 Comments
nikkimoe
Poem Published
11th Oct 2019 7:28pm
11th Oct 2019 7:28pm
Bump On A Log
I live in my marvelous head
my body weighs me down
one day I'll leave it behind
and soar the cosmic skies
until then I'm just gonna lay in my bed
and think about the freedoms of
being dead if there are any at all.
my body weighs me down
one day I'll leave it behind
and soar the cosmic skies
until then I'm just gonna lay in my bed
and think about the freedoms of
being dead if there are any at all.
#water
#sleep
#boredom
38 reads
13 Comments
OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
11th Oct 2019 1:02am
11th Oct 2019 1:02am
A STONED SPAS VISIONS TALE (9-27-19, while sitting stoned in a 105°, bubbling spa in North Palm Springs, California)
suddenly
there i was
standing
neck deep
right out
in the middle
of a swirling
spinning
luminous
aquamarine
liquid jewels
kaleidoscopic
flowing dream
fluidly rushing
everywhere
around me
yet somehow
freely
upspewing
from somewhere
unknown
unseen
here within
myself as well
in this
my only ...
there i was
standing
neck deep
right out
in the middle
of a swirling
spinning
luminous
aquamarine
liquid jewels
kaleidoscopic
flowing dream
fluidly rushing
everywhere
around me
yet somehow
freely
upspewing
from somewhere
unknown
unseen
here within
myself as well
in this
my only ...
#universe
#stars
#fire
#water
#marijuana
20 reads
0 Comments
Fiftysevenhours
.Quercus.
.Quercus.
Poem Published
7th Oct 2019 7:58am
7th Oct 2019 7:58am
Tidal Song
Haunting melodies
Longings washed at sea
Voice carried upon the waves
To settle down by shore and thee
The ebb and flow a reprieve however momentary
We are found between the merging shades of passing days
An enigmatic sound against the endless tides of time
To set a haunted fingers kiss within a whispered solace tied
Bound to be and brought to be amongst intangible reality
We stand between our haunting song and melody
For in time to pass our revelations glance
Our manifestations stance will bare to be
Its hauntings touch...
Longings washed at sea
Voice carried upon the waves
To settle down by shore and thee
The ebb and flow a reprieve however momentary
We are found between the merging shades of passing days
An enigmatic sound against the endless tides of time
To set a haunted fingers kiss within a whispered solace tied
Bound to be and brought to be amongst intangible reality
We stand between our haunting song and melody
For in time to pass our revelations glance
Our manifestations stance will bare to be
Its hauntings touch...
#hope
#water
#fate #despair
#fate #despair
48 reads
8 Comments
fieryangelsouljia
MorriganFey
MorriganFey
Poem Published
5th Oct 2019 2:35pm
5th Oct 2019 2:35pm
A Breaking of the Gods Pt. 3 Oceans
He slipped on the rocks
and fell into the ocean below
The raging tide
a fear of time
all this time suffering
wasting all his years
trying to love everything
that never loved him
beyond the shore
Maybe he struggled for a bit-
a little with himself
a little more with the darkness
threatening his aching soul,
tearing through his beating chest
And he sees Poseidon
reaching for his hands
blue and cold now
beneath the raging sea
There was a kernel of a dream there
rising with...
and fell into the ocean below
The raging tide
a fear of time
all this time suffering
wasting all his years
trying to love everything
that never loved him
beyond the shore
Maybe he struggled for a bit-
a little with himself
a little more with the darkness
threatening his aching soul,
tearing through his beating chest
And he sees Poseidon
reaching for his hands
blue and cold now
beneath the raging sea
There was a kernel of a dream there
rising with...
#sea
#water
#mythology
#pagan
#redemption
32 reads
2 Comments
Watchmybroken_heal
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2019 4:18am
2nd Oct 2019 4:18am
Live in My Water
Heart like a rock, place the rock in my water, like your body in my arms. It's okay for you to sink, I would never let her drown, I would never let you drown, no reason to skip on me. My lips on your forehead, her head on my chest, tears adding salt to my water, our waters now one. You could leave these waters, find some other waters, but the way these waters absorb you, the way I opened up to you, no such waters in the world. She leaves my water tainted, like a squid leaves trails of ink, why does the squid ink?
I offered something unchangeable for it was already changed, yet...
I offered something unchangeable for it was already changed, yet...
#love
#water
43 reads
0 Comments
Lolfukut1114
Poem Published
1st Oct 2019 8:38am
1st Oct 2019 8:38am
Spirit is majik
love yourself today my brothers and sisters may we find blessings in the places we put them. for we are gods and creators of our realm. many ways to con- science into our manipulation. Law= to build you must destroy. if you are to achieve the balance you need you must be completely broken before hand . worry not have no stress for in reality nothing really matters still all is matter. find the center of self rather than being self-centered and the world shall grant you any possibility of things. I have seen the infinite is not to be . it too is a lie . the only constant in the universe is...
#earth
#fire
#water
23 reads
0 Comments
Juvenalis66
Juvenalis
Juvenalis
Poem Published
27th Sep 2019 11:26pm
27th Sep 2019 11:26pm
Hymn to Gaea
Do you know of green fields,
poppies and flowers
that are kissed by blue skies,
caressed by fluffy clouds
of pure cotton white, that reflect
the fire of the golden sun light?
Do you know of high peaks
of pure granite, covered
by the majesty of centennial forests,
emanating balsamic scent
of deep pine, sandlewood
and wildflowers,
spread by pure air
in a warm spring night?
Do you know of great rivers,
of crystal clear waters,
thirst quenching sources
that cleanse creation
from the...
poppies and flowers
that are kissed by blue skies,
caressed by fluffy clouds
of pure cotton white, that reflect
the fire of the golden sun light?
Do you know of high peaks
of pure granite, covered
by the majesty of centennial forests,
emanating balsamic scent
of deep pine, sandlewood
and wildflowers,
spread by pure air
in a warm spring night?
Do you know of great rivers,
of crystal clear waters,
thirst quenching sources
that cleanse creation
from the...
#earth
#forest
#water
#nature
#mythology
99 reads
6 Comments
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
27th Sep 2019 5:33pm
27th Sep 2019 5:33pm
Ditsworthy
27th September, rain, high winds, high levels, cold.
We climb the rubble tracks
in hunt,
trunks of costumes, towels, hats carried on backs
and at the top admire a herd
of Devon cows
we heard across the Moor before we saw them. Calves
chase mothers dressed in the same colours
as the bracken
and I steady my breath, enjoy the descent, catch sight of the house,
hidden from any road, sinking in on himself - all unloved stone and slate,
bolted to avoid further defacing
though I'm unsure of the...
We climb the rubble tracks
in hunt,
trunks of costumes, towels, hats carried on backs
and at the top admire a herd
of Devon cows
we heard across the Moor before we saw them. Calves
chase mothers dressed in the same colours
as the bracken
and I steady my breath, enjoy the descent, catch sight of the house,
hidden from any road, sinking in on himself - all unloved stone and slate,
bolted to avoid further defacing
though I'm unsure of the...
#identity
#water
#nature
64 reads
10 Comments
nikkimoe
Poem Published
26th Sep 2019 4:57am
26th Sep 2019 4:57am
Where Will I Hide?
They cut down the big blue spruce
I was gonna hide in during
the apocalypse, I am beyond pissed.
No justice for the trees.
No place for me.
No fucking privacy.
Leaf, leaves, leave.
Branches and a stump
in a clump, on the ground.
Depressing.
I was gonna hide in during
the apocalypse, I am beyond pissed.
No justice for the trees.
No place for me.
No fucking privacy.
Leaf, leaves, leave.
Branches and a stump
in a clump, on the ground.
Depressing.
#trees
#rain
#water
#nature
#hell
45 reads
10 Comments
nikkimoe
Poem Published
24th Sep 2019 1:55am
24th Sep 2019 1:55am
Drown It All Out
Big glass of wine
blind my eyes
so I can sleep tonight
nothing but screams
fill my dreams
and I dont feel alright,
when filled to the brim
with liquid sin
I can finally drag
my ass to bed.
blind my eyes
so I can sleep tonight
nothing but screams
fill my dreams
and I dont feel alright,
when filled to the brim
with liquid sin
I can finally drag
my ass to bed.
#dreams
#water
#alcohol
75 reads
6 Comments
nikkimoe
Poem Published
21st Sep 2019 6:42pm
21st Sep 2019 6:42pm
Abstract Anxiety About Nothing
I watched the sun rise
over Lake St. Clair.
A dull blah feeling.
Devoid? Void? Numb?
It's absolutely infuriating to be wading
in the shallows of something that
wants to swallow your soul.
I tried to call for help but
the
number
you
have
reached
has
been
...
over Lake St. Clair.
A dull blah feeling.
Devoid? Void? Numb?
It's absolutely infuriating to be wading
in the shallows of something that
wants to swallow your soul.
I tried to call for help but
the
number
you
have
reached
has
been
...
#anxiety
#dreams
#universe #water
#universe #water
88 reads
15 Comments
DU Poetry : Water Poems
