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.
MyEyeDelight
Poem Published
8th Jul 2020 8:28am
8th Jul 2020 8:28am
I See Dragons
The dragon is behind the curtain,
breathing his molten breath in the distance.
Hidden amongst the clouds and cloaked
against the burning sky, brilliant in its luminosity.
He paints his vision with a brush of fire and flame,
laying down ruby embers in the wind
breathing his molten breath in the distance.
Hidden amongst the clouds and cloaked
against the burning sky, brilliant in its luminosity.
He paints his vision with a brush of fire and flame,
laying down ruby embers in the wind
#sky
#clouds
#water
#nature
#mountains
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Isgyppie_
Poem Published
7th Jul 2020 4:00pm
7th Jul 2020 4:00pm
Still
Beneath the sun there
Is darkness still
Between the embers
There is warmth
Underneath your eyes
There is burden
Before death
There is still time
And between your lips
There is no lies
The birds still chirp
In mourning
The tide still
Sees the shore
Between us
There is nothing
Yet your desire
Has despair in store
Is darkness still
Between the embers
There is warmth
Underneath your eyes
There is burden
Before death
There is still time
And between your lips
There is no lies
The birds still chirp
In mourning
The tide still
Sees the shore
Between us
There is nothing
Yet your desire
Has despair in store
#death
#sun
#fire
#water
#despair
23 reads
1 Comment
nikkimoe
Poem Published
3rd Jul 2020 5:09pm
3rd Jul 2020 5:09pm
A Deep Lake Beckons
The night has whispered
many strange things into the mind,
finding a sort of depth in the shallow
destruction of impulsivity that never
really goes away.
many strange things into the mind,
finding a sort of depth in the shallow
destruction of impulsivity that never
really goes away.
#water
40 reads
5 Comments
elsiesan
Poem Published
2nd Jul 2020 1:19pm
2nd Jul 2020 1:19pm
baptismal waters
I will baptise you
With trickling water
From my rose colored vase
It willl flow
At my direction
Goosebump thoughts
Run through your head
To your skin soothed
Your being materializing
Running over
Shivered shoulders
Tidal waves
Of ancient history
Now...
Dripping down your chest
Nipples hardening
To the beauty
And, sensuality
Of being cloaked
In the baptismal waters
From my rose colored vase
With trickling water
From my rose colored vase
It willl flow
At my direction
Goosebump thoughts
Run through your head
To your skin soothed
Your being materializing
Running over
Shivered shoulders
Tidal waves
Of ancient history
Now...
Dripping down your chest
Nipples hardening
To the beauty
And, sensuality
Of being cloaked
In the baptismal waters
From my rose colored vase
#romantic
#water
#sensual
61 reads
4 Comments
joegracegrace
Joe Grace
Joe Grace
Poem Published
30th Jun 2020 8:25am
30th Jun 2020 8:25am
According to Genesis, God DIDN'T Create Life By Himself
According to Genesis, God DIDN'T create life by Himself !!
On the contrary, in Genesis 1.20,24 "God said, 'Let the WATERS bring forth the moving creature..Let the EARTH bring forth the living creature..'"
IOW, its as if God said, "Let NATURE bring forth life."
For, taken together, "the waters" and "the earth" - don't they basically add up to Nature ??
Of course they do. So God endowed Nature with supernatural(?) power.
(Or you could say He gifted Nature with divine grace.)
IOW, God overrode the laws of Chance or Probability.
After the original...
On the contrary, in Genesis 1.20,24 "God said, 'Let the WATERS bring forth the moving creature..Let the EARTH bring forth the living creature..'"
IOW, its as if God said, "Let NATURE bring forth life."
For, taken together, "the waters" and "the earth" - don't they basically add up to Nature ??
Of course they do. So God endowed Nature with supernatural(?) power.
(Or you could say He gifted Nature with divine grace.)
IOW, God overrode the laws of Chance or Probability.
After the original...
#earth
#fire
#water
36 reads
3 Comments
nikkimoe
Poem Published
25th Jun 2020 6:56am
25th Jun 2020 6:56am
Transient Vessels
Canadian geese float on
dark water at midnight
there's peace in the way
they move with each choppy wave.
I came to the lake to pray
but the stars are dull and
it's rather depressing to see
the sky mimic and mock my mood.
Insomnia sneaks up on a person
you never know when the brain
wants to go fishing in the past.
I think about my old boots
they were black, like the abyss
I gaze upon.
I can hear the wind beating the flags
chain against the pole and
it comforts me, a sort of music
that plays...
dark water at midnight
there's peace in the way
they move with each choppy wave.
I came to the lake to pray
but the stars are dull and
it's rather depressing to see
the sky mimic and mock my mood.
Insomnia sneaks up on a person
you never know when the brain
wants to go fishing in the past.
I think about my old boots
they were black, like the abyss
I gaze upon.
I can hear the wind beating the flags
chain against the pole and
it comforts me, a sort of music
that plays...
#sadness
#dark
#sea #water
#sea #water
58 reads
7 Comments
MrAlptraum
Mr A
Mr A
Poem Published
25th Jun 2020 1:52am
25th Jun 2020 1:52am
PETRI DISH
I almost forget to bring the cherry
tomato plant in for the night.
when I go out the sky has presence.
when I go out the muted plant
has 19 greenish-grey bombs.
I didn't count them but I know this
as they dangle
as I cradle the pot like a baby.
it suddenly becomes obvious
that I feel less alienated when
I have something to be fond of.
before I shut the balcony door I turn
and stop to feel something
from a night that feels like an abyss
and its synonym. the sky bursting
and empty simultaneously.
tomato plant in for the night.
when I go out the sky has presence.
when I go out the muted plant
has 19 greenish-grey bombs.
I didn't count them but I know this
as they dangle
as I cradle the pot like a baby.
it suddenly becomes obvious
that I feel less alienated when
I have something to be fond of.
before I shut the balcony door I turn
and stop to feel something
from a night that feels like an abyss
and its synonym. the sky bursting
and empty simultaneously.
#earth
#fire
#water
76 reads
1 Comment
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
22nd Jun 2020 11:33am
22nd Jun 2020 11:33am
if comes the rain
I'guess this
must be
that
blank sea'son i've heard be told
about.
The leaves, in all their greenery, have
disowned/abandoned
the trees.
The ice is quick crumbling in the north.
Politics, policy, procedures all become
lame performance 'art'.
~Only
two blind eyes per person allowed
for each/every one-night stand.~
And no refunds if ...
must be
that
blank sea'son i've heard be told
about.
The leaves, in all their greenery, have
disowned/abandoned
the trees.
The ice is quick crumbling in the north.
Politics, policy, procedures all become
lame performance 'art'.
~Only
two blind eyes per person allowed
for each/every one-night stand.~
And no refunds if ...
#trees
#rain
#storm
#water
#despair
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PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
19th Jun 2020 7:12pm
19th Jun 2020 7:12pm
The Fountain And The Border
Dedicated to Muslim women
By the fountain east of the Turkish border,
My Muslim lover waits for me
I shall be at her side before nightfall
And I shall gently brush her face
Something goes wrong with our rendezvous
The rebels abduct me unexpectedly
Somehow they think I am an informer
Here in this dark and damp cave I pray
I recall the nights I spent with my darling
We had good times at the fountain
How I miss the moonlight and my guitar
The rebels are holding me in...
By the fountain east of the Turkish border,
My Muslim lover waits for me
I shall be at her side before nightfall
And I shall gently brush her face
Something goes wrong with our rendezvous
The rebels abduct me unexpectedly
Somehow they think I am an informer
Here in this dark and damp cave I pray
I recall the nights I spent with my darling
We had good times at the fountain
How I miss the moonlight and my guitar
The rebels are holding me in...
#love
#hope
#water
#snow
#guitars
27 reads
0 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
17th Jun 2020 2:39am
17th Jun 2020 2:39am
swansong
no
quack
am i despite the
whack of
w o r d s
that f l y
a b o v e
my t hi n
h o r i z o n
line. supine
i f l o a t
i n thick
and t h i n
a feather boat
the sky above
the sea beneath
me in between.
i surf in thick and thin
a feather boat. the sky
above the sea beneath
me in between a dove
serene. my mirror is a water
wall, my destiny i’ve never
seen. the little fish -- i swal-
lowed her one gulp so
clean without detection
into the sea of my reflection. ...
quack
am i despite the
whack of
w o r d s
that f l y
a b o v e
my t hi n
h o r i z o n
line. supine
i f l o a t
i n thick
and t h i n
a feather boat
the sky above
the sea beneath
me in between.
i surf in thick and thin
a feather boat. the sky
above the sea beneath
me in between a dove
serene. my mirror is a water
wall, my destiny i’ve never
seen. the little fish -- i swal-
lowed her one gulp so
clean without detection
into the sea of my reflection. ...
#birds
#water
#nature #fish
#nature #fish
43 reads
3 Comments
Alan-S-Jeeves
Poem Published
11th Jun 2020 3:19pm
11th Jun 2020 3:19pm
The Cooling Cloudburst
As lightning bright's the meadow
And thunder dulls the air;
I feel it still,
A stormy chill,
An aura everywhere.
I wander o'er the pathway
And paddle through the rain;
My bootheels quosh
The squelchy wash
Along the puddled lane.
My face refreshed with teardrops
The clouds have wept from high;
They gently wet
My eyes and yet
They barely seem to cry.
I dance on midst the moisture
The hail sends down to earth;
I sense the beat
Beneath my feet
And sing for all I'm worth.
...
And thunder dulls the air;
I feel it still,
A stormy chill,
An aura everywhere.
I wander o'er the pathway
And paddle through the rain;
My bootheels quosh
The squelchy wash
Along the puddled lane.
My face refreshed with teardrops
The clouds have wept from high;
They gently wet
My eyes and yet
They barely seem to cry.
I dance on midst the moisture
The hail sends down to earth;
I sense the beat
Beneath my feet
And sing for all I'm worth.
...
#earth
#water
34 reads
4 Comments
Frustrated_prole
Poem Published
7th Jun 2020 5:16pm
7th Jun 2020 5:16pm
We are all Rain Drops
We are all rain Drops
Heading back to the ocean
Heading back to the sea
Was it fate?
That landed us in the stagnant creek
Born to fall to Earth
Flowing back to the ocean
Flowing back to the sea
Avoiding the traps of man
Even the polluted bog
Was once a cloud of
Falling rain drops
Hoping for an adventure
Heading back to the ocean
Heading back to the sea
(Repeat)
Heading back to the ocean
Heading back to the sea
Was it fate?
That landed us in the stagnant creek
Born to fall to Earth
Flowing back to the ocean
Flowing back to the sea
Avoiding the traps of man
Even the polluted bog
Was once a cloud of
Falling rain drops
Hoping for an adventure
Heading back to the ocean
Heading back to the sea
(Repeat)
#sea
#rain
#water
79 reads
9 Comments
DU Poetry : Water Poems
