wallyroo92
Poem Published
31st Jan 2021 7:53am
31st Jan 2021 7:53am
The Path of Least Resistance
I thought it sounded a little crazy
But his theory could go the distance
When he claimed that water is lazy
It takes the path of least resistance.
And when it comes to an impasse
It will try to find a new course,
But given enough volume and mass
It can become a destructive force.
But his theory could go the distance
When he claimed that water is lazy
It takes the path of least resistance.
And when it comes to an impasse
It will try to find a new course,
But given enough volume and mass
It can become a destructive force.
#river
#water
#nature
#fate
#patience
503 reads
11 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
31st Jan 2021 7:53am
31st Jan 2021 7:53am
The Path of Least Resistance
I thought it sounded a little crazy
But his theory could go the distance
When he claimed that water is lazy
It takes the path of least resistance.
And when it comes to an impasse
It will try to find a new course,
But given enough volume and mass
It can become a destructive force.
But his theory could go the distance
When he claimed that water is lazy
It takes the path of least resistance.
And when it comes to an impasse
It will try to find a new course,
But given enough volume and mass
It can become a destructive force.
#river
#water
#nature
#fate
#patience
503 reads
11 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
31st Jan 2021 7:53am
31st Jan 2021 7:53am
The Path of Least Resistance
I thought it sounded a little crazy
But his theory could go the distance
When he claimed that water is lazy
It takes the path of least resistance.
And when it comes to an impasse
It will try to find a new course,
But given enough volume and mass
It can become a destructive force.
But his theory could go the distance
When he claimed that water is lazy
It takes the path of least resistance.
And when it comes to an impasse
It will try to find a new course,
But given enough volume and mass
It can become a destructive force.
#river
#water
#nature
#fate
#patience
503 reads
11 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
31st Jan 2021 7:53am
31st Jan 2021 7:53am
The Path of Least Resistance
I thought it sounded a little crazy
But his theory could go the distance
When he claimed that water is lazy
It takes the path of least resistance.
And when it comes to an impasse
It will try to find a new course,
But given enough volume and mass
It can become a destructive force.
But his theory could go the distance
When he claimed that water is lazy
It takes the path of least resistance.
And when it comes to an impasse
It will try to find a new course,
But given enough volume and mass
It can become a destructive force.
#river
#water
#nature
#fate
#patience
503 reads
11 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
31st Jan 2021 7:53am
31st Jan 2021 7:53am
The Path of Least Resistance
I thought it sounded a little crazy
But his theory could go the distance
When he claimed that water is lazy
It takes the path of least resistance.
And when it comes to an impasse
It will try to find a new course,
But given enough volume and mass
It can become a destructive force.
But his theory could go the distance
When he claimed that water is lazy
It takes the path of least resistance.
And when it comes to an impasse
It will try to find a new course,
But given enough volume and mass
It can become a destructive force.
#river
#water
#nature
#fate
#patience
503 reads
11 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
21st Mar 2025 4:39pm
21st Mar 2025 4:39pm
Moorish..
A muscular utopia of pure endowed
Chiseled of reminisce from the scrolls of the Creator’s image
Molded in His perfection, mmm… His likeness
A blessed commodity as he stands in his own destiny
Devoid of his rib to have been conformed from thee
A weary pilgrimage to allow him to covet me with famished kisses to adorn my mouth
For thy love is greater than elixir drips of sweeten wine
Savoring of good emollients of doleful hands languish christening my supple skin
The name upon my lips is...
Chiseled of reminisce from the scrolls of the Creator’s image
Molded in His perfection, mmm… His likeness
A blessed commodity as he stands in his own destiny
Devoid of his rib to have been conformed from thee
A weary pilgrimage to allow him to covet me with famished kisses to adorn my mouth
For thy love is greater than elixir drips of sweeten wine
Savoring of good emollients of doleful hands languish christening my supple skin
The name upon my lips is...
#cats
#mythology
#water
#rebirth
#spiritual
111 reads
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
21st Mar 2025 4:39pm
21st Mar 2025 4:39pm
Moorish..
A muscular utopia of pure endowed
Chiseled of reminisce from the scrolls of the Creator’s image
Molded in His perfection, mmm… His likeness
A blessed commodity as he stands in his own destiny
Devoid of his rib to have been conformed from thee
A weary pilgrimage to allow him to covet me with famished kisses to adorn my mouth
For thy love is greater than elixir drips of sweeten wine
Savoring of good emollients of doleful hands languish christening my supple skin
The name upon my lips is...
Chiseled of reminisce from the scrolls of the Creator’s image
Molded in His perfection, mmm… His likeness
A blessed commodity as he stands in his own destiny
Devoid of his rib to have been conformed from thee
A weary pilgrimage to allow him to covet me with famished kisses to adorn my mouth
For thy love is greater than elixir drips of sweeten wine
Savoring of good emollients of doleful hands languish christening my supple skin
The name upon my lips is...
#cats
#mythology
#water
#rebirth
#spiritual
111 reads
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
21st Mar 2025 4:39pm
21st Mar 2025 4:39pm
Moorish..
A muscular utopia of pure endowed
Chiseled of reminisce from the scrolls of the Creator’s image
Molded in His perfection, mmm… His likeness
A blessed commodity as he stands in his own destiny
Devoid of his rib to have been conformed from thee
A weary pilgrimage to allow him to covet me with famished kisses to adorn my mouth
For thy love is greater than elixir drips of sweeten wine
Savoring of good emollients of doleful hands languish christening my supple skin
The name upon my lips is...
Chiseled of reminisce from the scrolls of the Creator’s image
Molded in His perfection, mmm… His likeness
A blessed commodity as he stands in his own destiny
Devoid of his rib to have been conformed from thee
A weary pilgrimage to allow him to covet me with famished kisses to adorn my mouth
For thy love is greater than elixir drips of sweeten wine
Savoring of good emollients of doleful hands languish christening my supple skin
The name upon my lips is...
#cats
#mythology
#water
#rebirth
#spiritual
111 reads
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
21st Mar 2025 4:39pm
21st Mar 2025 4:39pm
Moorish..
A muscular utopia of pure endowed
Chiseled of reminisce from the scrolls of the Creator’s image
Molded in His perfection, mmm… His likeness
A blessed commodity as he stands in his own destiny
Devoid of his rib to have been conformed from thee
A weary pilgrimage to allow him to covet me with famished kisses to adorn my mouth
For thy love is greater than elixir drips of sweeten wine
Savoring of good emollients of doleful hands languish christening my supple skin
The name upon my lips is...
Chiseled of reminisce from the scrolls of the Creator’s image
Molded in His perfection, mmm… His likeness
A blessed commodity as he stands in his own destiny
Devoid of his rib to have been conformed from thee
A weary pilgrimage to allow him to covet me with famished kisses to adorn my mouth
For thy love is greater than elixir drips of sweeten wine
Savoring of good emollients of doleful hands languish christening my supple skin
The name upon my lips is...
#cats
#mythology
#water
#rebirth
#spiritual
111 reads
Tallquietguy
Poem Published
23rd Mar 2022 1:39am
23rd Mar 2022 1:39am
Are Raindrops Ever Lonely?
Surely raindrops are never lonely,
Being that they always travel with family and friends
Though perhaps they lose their personality
As their droppiness merges
Into a puddle in the grass
Surely raindrops are never sad
One can't imagine they ponder much on
Death and taxes and unjust war
(If there were such thing as a just war)
Though they probably fight to breathe
Being all squished together
In their little puddle in the grass
Do raindrops notice when they're dying? --
When the sun warms the earth
And the...
Being that they always travel with family and friends
Though perhaps they lose their personality
As their droppiness merges
Into a puddle in the grass
Surely raindrops are never sad
One can't imagine they ponder much on
Death and taxes and unjust war
(If there were such thing as a just war)
Though they probably fight to breathe
Being all squished together
In their little puddle in the grass
Do raindrops notice when they're dying? --
When the sun warms the earth
And the...
#rain
#storm
#water
295 reads
2 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
21st Mar 2025 4:39pm
21st Mar 2025 4:39pm
Moorish..
A muscular utopia of pure endowed
Chiseled of reminisce from the scrolls of the Creator’s image
Molded in His perfection, mmm… His likeness
A blessed commodity as he stands in his own destiny
Devoid of his rib to have been conformed from thee
A weary pilgrimage to allow him to covet me with famished kisses to adorn my mouth
For thy love is greater than elixir drips of sweeten wine
Savoring of good emollients of doleful hands languish christening my supple skin
The name upon my lips is...
Chiseled of reminisce from the scrolls of the Creator’s image
Molded in His perfection, mmm… His likeness
A blessed commodity as he stands in his own destiny
Devoid of his rib to have been conformed from thee
A weary pilgrimage to allow him to covet me with famished kisses to adorn my mouth
For thy love is greater than elixir drips of sweeten wine
Savoring of good emollients of doleful hands languish christening my supple skin
The name upon my lips is...
#cats
#mythology
#water
#rebirth
#spiritual
111 reads
Tallquietguy
Poem Published
23rd Mar 2022 1:39am
23rd Mar 2022 1:39am
Are Raindrops Ever Lonely?
Surely raindrops are never lonely,
Being that they always travel with family and friends
Though perhaps they lose their personality
As their droppiness merges
Into a puddle in the grass
Surely raindrops are never sad
One can't imagine they ponder much on
Death and taxes and unjust war
(If there were such thing as a just war)
Though they probably fight to breathe
Being all squished together
In their little puddle in the grass
Do raindrops notice when they're dying? --
When the sun warms the earth
And the...
Being that they always travel with family and friends
Though perhaps they lose their personality
As their droppiness merges
Into a puddle in the grass
Surely raindrops are never sad
One can't imagine they ponder much on
Death and taxes and unjust war
(If there were such thing as a just war)
Though they probably fight to breathe
Being all squished together
In their little puddle in the grass
Do raindrops notice when they're dying? --
When the sun warms the earth
And the...
#rain
#storm
#water
295 reads
2 Comments
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