Poems About Water Published by Members Recently Online
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Poems about water published by members recently online.
Atmospheric River (2023)
a river in the sky has fallen
onto all I see
water, gravity keeps calling
back towards the sea
from the mountains to the ocean
and everywhere between
water molecules in motion
are a living stream
ferocious in its tumbling fury
calming in its roar
as elemental forces cure the
desire for any more
condensation into raindrops
tumbling to the ground
longing now for when the rain stops
falling all around -
water molecules in motion
liquid lusciously
make a kind of magic potion
and...
onto all I see
water, gravity keeps calling
back towards the sea
from the mountains to the ocean
and everywhere between
water molecules in motion
are a living stream
ferocious in its tumbling fury
calming in its roar
as elemental forces cure the
desire for any more
condensation into raindrops
tumbling to the ground
longing now for when the rain stops
falling all around -
water molecules in motion
liquid lusciously
make a kind of magic potion
and...
#river
#rain
#water #nature
#water #nature
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1 Comment
Atmospheric River (2023)
a river in the sky has fallen
onto all I see
water, gravity keeps calling
back towards the sea
from the mountains to the ocean
and everywhere between
water molecules in motion
are a living stream
ferocious in its tumbling fury
calming in its roar
as elemental forces cure the
desire for any more
condensation into raindrops
tumbling to the ground
longing now for when the rain stops
falling all around -
water molecules in motion
liquid lusciously
make a kind of magic potion
and...
onto all I see
water, gravity keeps calling
back towards the sea
from the mountains to the ocean
and everywhere between
water molecules in motion
are a living stream
ferocious in its tumbling fury
calming in its roar
as elemental forces cure the
desire for any more
condensation into raindrops
tumbling to the ground
longing now for when the rain stops
falling all around -
water molecules in motion
liquid lusciously
make a kind of magic potion
and...
#river
#rain
#water #nature
#water #nature
108 reads
1 Comment
Atmospheric River (2023)
a river in the sky has fallen
onto all I see
water, gravity keeps calling
back towards the sea
from the mountains to the ocean
and everywhere between
water molecules in motion
are a living stream
ferocious in its tumbling fury
calming in its roar
as elemental forces cure the
desire for any more
condensation into raindrops
tumbling to the ground
longing now for when the rain stops
falling all around -
water molecules in motion
liquid lusciously
make a kind of magic potion
and...
onto all I see
water, gravity keeps calling
back towards the sea
from the mountains to the ocean
and everywhere between
water molecules in motion
are a living stream
ferocious in its tumbling fury
calming in its roar
as elemental forces cure the
desire for any more
condensation into raindrops
tumbling to the ground
longing now for when the rain stops
falling all around -
water molecules in motion
liquid lusciously
make a kind of magic potion
and...
#river
#rain
#water #nature
#water #nature
108 reads
1 Comment
Atmospheric River (2023)
a river in the sky has fallen
onto all I see
water, gravity keeps calling
back towards the sea
from the mountains to the ocean
and everywhere between
water molecules in motion
are a living stream
ferocious in its tumbling fury
calming in its roar
as elemental forces cure the
desire for any more
condensation into raindrops
tumbling to the ground
longing now for when the rain stops
falling all around -
water molecules in motion
liquid lusciously
make a kind of magic potion
and...
onto all I see
water, gravity keeps calling
back towards the sea
from the mountains to the ocean
and everywhere between
water molecules in motion
are a living stream
ferocious in its tumbling fury
calming in its roar
as elemental forces cure the
desire for any more
condensation into raindrops
tumbling to the ground
longing now for when the rain stops
falling all around -
water molecules in motion
liquid lusciously
make a kind of magic potion
and...
#river
#rain
#water #nature
#water #nature
108 reads
1 Comment
Freedom In My Movement (Love Found In My Stillness)
Blinders on while wallowing in sullen garments passed down by whores
Pretty words, fletched from the wishing wells, dipped in the forefathers’ tongues feeling the karma of its fourscore
Bathing in the spillage of blood, bitter fruit echoes from the tress, yet, to the mirror’s reflection promoting self-love, not found in the depth of my purifying seas
Whips and shame lament captivity housed in chains, tattered of flesh tarred and feathered, cries of freedom no more
I have seen, heard the intellect crying during systematic pain
Color blinded by whitewashed...
Pretty words, fletched from the wishing wells, dipped in the forefathers’ tongues feeling the karma of its fourscore
Bathing in the spillage of blood, bitter fruit echoes from the tress, yet, to the mirror’s reflection promoting self-love, not found in the depth of my purifying seas
Whips and shame lament captivity housed in chains, tattered of flesh tarred and feathered, cries of freedom no more
I have seen, heard the intellect crying during systematic pain
Color blinded by whitewashed...
#freedom
#moon
#sun #water
#sun #water
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3 Comments
Freedom In My Movement (Love Found In My Stillness)
Blinders on while wallowing in sullen garments passed down by whores
Pretty words, fletched from the wishing wells, dipped in the forefathers’ tongues feeling the karma of its fourscore
Bathing in the spillage of blood, bitter fruit echoes from the tress, yet, to the mirror’s reflection promoting self-love, not found in the depth of my purifying seas
Whips and shame lament captivity housed in chains, tattered of flesh tarred and feathered, cries of freedom no more
I have seen, heard the intellect crying during systematic pain
Color blinded by whitewashed...
Pretty words, fletched from the wishing wells, dipped in the forefathers’ tongues feeling the karma of its fourscore
Bathing in the spillage of blood, bitter fruit echoes from the tress, yet, to the mirror’s reflection promoting self-love, not found in the depth of my purifying seas
Whips and shame lament captivity housed in chains, tattered of flesh tarred and feathered, cries of freedom no more
I have seen, heard the intellect crying during systematic pain
Color blinded by whitewashed...
#freedom
#moon
#sun #water
#sun #water
163 reads
3 Comments
Freedom In My Movement (Love Found In My Stillness)
Blinders on while wallowing in sullen garments passed down by whores
Pretty words, fletched from the wishing wells, dipped in the forefathers’ tongues feeling the karma of its fourscore
Bathing in the spillage of blood, bitter fruit echoes from the tress, yet, to the mirror’s reflection promoting self-love, not found in the depth of my purifying seas
Whips and shame lament captivity housed in chains, tattered of flesh tarred and feathered, cries of freedom no more
I have seen, heard the intellect crying during systematic pain
Color blinded by whitewashed...
Pretty words, fletched from the wishing wells, dipped in the forefathers’ tongues feeling the karma of its fourscore
Bathing in the spillage of blood, bitter fruit echoes from the tress, yet, to the mirror’s reflection promoting self-love, not found in the depth of my purifying seas
Whips and shame lament captivity housed in chains, tattered of flesh tarred and feathered, cries of freedom no more
I have seen, heard the intellect crying during systematic pain
Color blinded by whitewashed...
#freedom
#moon
#sun #water
#sun #water
163 reads
3 Comments
Freedom In My Movement (Love Found In My Stillness)
Blinders on while wallowing in sullen garments passed down by whores
Pretty words, fletched from the wishing wells, dipped in the forefathers’ tongues feeling the karma of its fourscore
Bathing in the spillage of blood, bitter fruit echoes from the tress, yet, to the mirror’s reflection promoting self-love, not found in the depth of my purifying seas
Whips and shame lament captivity housed in chains, tattered of flesh tarred and feathered, cries of freedom no more
I have seen, heard the intellect crying during systematic pain
Color blinded by whitewashed...
Pretty words, fletched from the wishing wells, dipped in the forefathers’ tongues feeling the karma of its fourscore
Bathing in the spillage of blood, bitter fruit echoes from the tress, yet, to the mirror’s reflection promoting self-love, not found in the depth of my purifying seas
Whips and shame lament captivity housed in chains, tattered of flesh tarred and feathered, cries of freedom no more
I have seen, heard the intellect crying during systematic pain
Color blinded by whitewashed...
#freedom
#moon
#sun #water
#sun #water
163 reads
3 Comments
Embracing The Aquatic - Heat 3
If we pay to use
the neighborhood pool,
you will join the swim team.”
A parental edict
we thought was real mean.
Getting up early
on Summer-break day's
Mounting old, purple
Schwinn bicycle,
slowly, reluctantly peddling…
sloth off to practice
for a Saturday meet
Beach towel, goggles
dangling ‘roun neck.
Wearing too brief,
light/darker blue-striped Speedo.
Splashers’ mandated
racing suit…
that if worn today,
would get me arrested.
Greeted each day
by smiley Coach Butch...
the neighborhood pool,
you will join the swim team.”
A parental edict
we thought was real mean.
Getting up early
on Summer-break day's
Mounting old, purple
Schwinn bicycle,
slowly, reluctantly peddling…
sloth off to practice
for a Saturday meet
Beach towel, goggles
dangling ‘roun neck.
Wearing too brief,
light/darker blue-striped Speedo.
Splashers’ mandated
racing suit…
that if worn today,
would get me arrested.
Greeted each day
by smiley Coach Butch...
#childhood
#water
#memorial #sports
#memorial #sports
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Embracing The Aquatic - Heat 3
If we pay to use
the neighborhood pool,
you will join the swim team.”
A parental edict
we thought was real mean.
Getting up early
on Summer-break day's
Mounting old, purple
Schwinn bicycle,
slowly, reluctantly peddling…
sloth off to practice
for a Saturday meet
Beach towel, goggles
dangling ‘roun neck.
Wearing too brief,
light/darker blue-striped Speedo.
Splashers’ mandated
racing suit…
that if worn today,
would get me arrested.
Greeted each day
by smiley Coach Butch...
the neighborhood pool,
you will join the swim team.”
A parental edict
we thought was real mean.
Getting up early
on Summer-break day's
Mounting old, purple
Schwinn bicycle,
slowly, reluctantly peddling…
sloth off to practice
for a Saturday meet
Beach towel, goggles
dangling ‘roun neck.
Wearing too brief,
light/darker blue-striped Speedo.
Splashers’ mandated
racing suit…
that if worn today,
would get me arrested.
Greeted each day
by smiley Coach Butch...
#childhood
#water
#memorial #sports
#memorial #sports
53 reads
0 Comments
Embracing The Aquatic - Heat 3
If we pay to use
the neighborhood pool,
you will join the swim team.”
A parental edict
we thought was real mean.
Getting up early
on Summer-break day's
Mounting old, purple
Schwinn bicycle,
slowly, reluctantly peddling…
sloth off to practice
for a Saturday meet
Beach towel, goggles
dangling ‘roun neck.
Wearing too brief,
light/darker blue-striped Speedo.
Splashers’ mandated
racing suit…
that if worn today,
would get me arrested.
Greeted each day
by smiley Coach Butch...
the neighborhood pool,
you will join the swim team.”
A parental edict
we thought was real mean.
Getting up early
on Summer-break day's
Mounting old, purple
Schwinn bicycle,
slowly, reluctantly peddling…
sloth off to practice
for a Saturday meet
Beach towel, goggles
dangling ‘roun neck.
Wearing too brief,
light/darker blue-striped Speedo.
Splashers’ mandated
racing suit…
that if worn today,
would get me arrested.
Greeted each day
by smiley Coach Butch...
#childhood
#water
#memorial #sports
#memorial #sports
53 reads
0 Comments
Embracing The Aquatic - Heat 3
If we pay to use
the neighborhood pool,
you will join the swim team.”
A parental edict
we thought was real mean.
Getting up early
on Summer-break day's
Mounting old, purple
Schwinn bicycle,
slowly, reluctantly peddling…
sloth off to practice
for a Saturday meet
Beach towel, goggles
dangling ‘roun neck.
Wearing too brief,
light/darker blue-striped Speedo.
Splashers’ mandated
racing suit…
that if worn today,
would get me arrested.
Greeted each day
by smiley Coach Butch...
the neighborhood pool,
you will join the swim team.”
A parental edict
we thought was real mean.
Getting up early
on Summer-break day's
Mounting old, purple
Schwinn bicycle,
slowly, reluctantly peddling…
sloth off to practice
for a Saturday meet
Beach towel, goggles
dangling ‘roun neck.
Wearing too brief,
light/darker blue-striped Speedo.
Splashers’ mandated
racing suit…
that if worn today,
would get me arrested.
Greeted each day
by smiley Coach Butch...
#childhood
#water
#memorial #sports
#memorial #sports
53 reads
0 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Water Published by Members Recently Online