Poems About Water Published by Members Recently Online
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Poems about water published by members recently online.
Dreaming Forth A World
It was very early morning
even before the first bird was heard to sing
the sun still some distance from making an appearance
and the edaphon busy, busy, busy.
Love shone a light, announcing readiness.
Dark sat comfortably, contemplating a possibility of dawn
and I lay awake in a new kind of hope
the scope of which was limited only by the first bounce of a skimmed stone.
A fisherman’s fly dropped down a mine-shaft waiting to be heard by keen ears
as the spread of opportunity bore twins
and I wanted...
even before the first bird was heard to sing
the sun still some distance from making an appearance
and the edaphon busy, busy, busy.
Love shone a light, announcing readiness.
Dark sat comfortably, contemplating a possibility of dawn
and I lay awake in a new kind of hope
the scope of which was limited only by the first bounce of a skimmed stone.
A fisherman’s fly dropped down a mine-shaft waiting to be heard by keen ears
as the spread of opportunity bore twins
and I wanted...
#courage
#dreams
#water #SelfReflection
#water #SelfReflection
625 reads
4 Comments
Dreaming Forth A World
It was very early morning
even before the first bird was heard to sing
the sun still some distance from making an appearance
and the edaphon busy, busy, busy.
Love shone a light, announcing readiness.
Dark sat comfortably, contemplating a possibility of dawn
and I lay awake in a new kind of hope
the scope of which was limited only by the first bounce of a skimmed stone.
A fisherman’s fly dropped down a mine-shaft waiting to be heard by keen ears
as the spread of opportunity bore twins
and I wanted...
even before the first bird was heard to sing
the sun still some distance from making an appearance
and the edaphon busy, busy, busy.
Love shone a light, announcing readiness.
Dark sat comfortably, contemplating a possibility of dawn
and I lay awake in a new kind of hope
the scope of which was limited only by the first bounce of a skimmed stone.
A fisherman’s fly dropped down a mine-shaft waiting to be heard by keen ears
as the spread of opportunity bore twins
and I wanted...
#courage
#dreams
#water #SelfReflection
#water #SelfReflection
625 reads
4 Comments
The Lost Books
The news announced the sinking ship;
water pushing its metal hull
off a gangplank of the straight
until it crumbled as crystal over rock
Planes spotted flotsam and jetsam
—pinched debris riding a caterpillar
of watery waves inching across the sea—
its waterlogged bite engorged
from strewn pages as leaves
sinking into a survivorless
translucency
Below, a commandeered army
—a delegation of new ghosts
manifesting posthumously
because sometimes Poseidon reads
while sitting peacefully at his desk—
allowing...
water pushing its metal hull
off a gangplank of the straight
until it crumbled as crystal over rock
Planes spotted flotsam and jetsam
—pinched debris riding a caterpillar
of watery waves inching across the sea—
its waterlogged bite engorged
from strewn pages as leaves
sinking into a survivorless
translucency
Below, a commandeered army
—a delegation of new ghosts
manifesting posthumously
because sometimes Poseidon reads
while sitting peacefully at his desk—
allowing...
#war
#sea
#water
#books
#OceanVuong
562 reads
20 Comments
The Lost Books
The news announced the sinking ship;
water pushing its metal hull
off a gangplank of the straight
until it crumbled as crystal over rock
Planes spotted flotsam and jetsam
—pinched debris riding a caterpillar
of watery waves inching across the sea—
its waterlogged bite engorged
from strewn pages as leaves
sinking into a survivorless
translucency
Below, a commandeered army
—a delegation of new ghosts
manifesting posthumously
because sometimes Poseidon reads
while sitting peacefully at his desk—
allowing...
water pushing its metal hull
off a gangplank of the straight
until it crumbled as crystal over rock
Planes spotted flotsam and jetsam
—pinched debris riding a caterpillar
of watery waves inching across the sea—
its waterlogged bite engorged
from strewn pages as leaves
sinking into a survivorless
translucency
Below, a commandeered army
—a delegation of new ghosts
manifesting posthumously
because sometimes Poseidon reads
while sitting peacefully at his desk—
allowing...
#war
#sea
#water
#books
#OceanVuong
562 reads
20 Comments
The Lost Books
The news announced the sinking ship;
water pushing its metal hull
off a gangplank of the straight
until it crumbled as crystal over rock
Planes spotted flotsam and jetsam
—pinched debris riding a caterpillar
of watery waves inching across the sea—
its waterlogged bite engorged
from strewn pages as leaves
sinking into a survivorless
translucency
Below, a commandeered army
—a delegation of new ghosts
manifesting posthumously
because sometimes Poseidon reads
while sitting peacefully at his desk—
allowing...
water pushing its metal hull
off a gangplank of the straight
until it crumbled as crystal over rock
Planes spotted flotsam and jetsam
—pinched debris riding a caterpillar
of watery waves inching across the sea—
its waterlogged bite engorged
from strewn pages as leaves
sinking into a survivorless
translucency
Below, a commandeered army
—a delegation of new ghosts
manifesting posthumously
because sometimes Poseidon reads
while sitting peacefully at his desk—
allowing...
#war
#sea
#water
#books
#OceanVuong
562 reads
20 Comments
The Lost Books
The news announced the sinking ship;
water pushing its metal hull
off a gangplank of the straight
until it crumbled as crystal over rock
Planes spotted flotsam and jetsam
—pinched debris riding a caterpillar
of watery waves inching across the sea—
its waterlogged bite engorged
from strewn pages as leaves
sinking into a survivorless
translucency
Below, a commandeered army
—a delegation of new ghosts
manifesting posthumously
because sometimes Poseidon reads
while sitting peacefully at his desk—
allowing...
water pushing its metal hull
off a gangplank of the straight
until it crumbled as crystal over rock
Planes spotted flotsam and jetsam
—pinched debris riding a caterpillar
of watery waves inching across the sea—
its waterlogged bite engorged
from strewn pages as leaves
sinking into a survivorless
translucency
Below, a commandeered army
—a delegation of new ghosts
manifesting posthumously
because sometimes Poseidon reads
while sitting peacefully at his desk—
allowing...
#war
#sea
#water
#books
#OceanVuong
562 reads
20 Comments
The Lost Books
The news announced the sinking ship;
water pushing its metal hull
off a gangplank of the straight
until it crumbled as crystal over rock
Planes spotted flotsam and jetsam
—pinched debris riding a caterpillar
of watery waves inching across the sea—
its waterlogged bite engorged
from strewn pages as leaves
sinking into a survivorless
translucency
Below, a commandeered army
—a delegation of new ghosts
manifesting posthumously
because sometimes Poseidon reads
while sitting peacefully at his desk—
allowing...
water pushing its metal hull
off a gangplank of the straight
until it crumbled as crystal over rock
Planes spotted flotsam and jetsam
—pinched debris riding a caterpillar
of watery waves inching across the sea—
its waterlogged bite engorged
from strewn pages as leaves
sinking into a survivorless
translucency
Below, a commandeered army
—a delegation of new ghosts
manifesting posthumously
because sometimes Poseidon reads
while sitting peacefully at his desk—
allowing...
#war
#sea
#water
#books
#OceanVuong
562 reads
20 Comments
You
I am a guide
that no one follows,
a lover alone
following a path
brazed
in dreams,
looking for my soul
in the simple caressing
knowledge
that we
are
one reflection.
Predator and prey,
teacher and student,
seeking
in gentle fingertips,
the patterns
traced
in sensual designs,
for the sacred knowing
of another's
soul,
finding completion
within...
that no one follows,
a lover alone
following a path
brazed
in dreams,
looking for my soul
in the simple caressing
knowledge
that we
are
one reflection.
Predator and prey,
teacher and student,
seeking
in gentle fingertips,
the patterns
traced
in sensual designs,
for the sacred knowing
of another's
soul,
finding completion
within...
#love
#fire
#water
298 reads
5 Comments
You
I am a guide
that no one follows,
a lover alone
following a path
brazed
in dreams,
looking for my soul
in the simple caressing
knowledge
that we
are
one reflection.
Predator and prey,
teacher and student,
seeking
in gentle fingertips,
the patterns
traced
in sensual designs,
for the sacred knowing
of another's
soul,
finding completion
within...
that no one follows,
a lover alone
following a path
brazed
in dreams,
looking for my soul
in the simple caressing
knowledge
that we
are
one reflection.
Predator and prey,
teacher and student,
seeking
in gentle fingertips,
the patterns
traced
in sensual designs,
for the sacred knowing
of another's
soul,
finding completion
within...
#love
#fire
#water
298 reads
5 Comments
You
I am a guide
that no one follows,
a lover alone
following a path
brazed
in dreams,
looking for my soul
in the simple caressing
knowledge
that we
are
one reflection.
Predator and prey,
teacher and student,
seeking
in gentle fingertips,
the patterns
traced
in sensual designs,
for the sacred knowing
of another's
soul,
finding completion
within...
that no one follows,
a lover alone
following a path
brazed
in dreams,
looking for my soul
in the simple caressing
knowledge
that we
are
one reflection.
Predator and prey,
teacher and student,
seeking
in gentle fingertips,
the patterns
traced
in sensual designs,
for the sacred knowing
of another's
soul,
finding completion
within...
#love
#fire
#water
298 reads
5 Comments
Warm
I don't care about the lightning strikes
I don't care if the thunder roars
It's just a little electricity
And I've seen it all before
Another storm of the century
Blowing extra hard
The tide rises and buries the headland
Another billion or two lost for sure
It's just what we all ordered
Why act surprised that it came
If you fuck with Mother Nature long enough
She'll come and fuck with you in trade
Now that beachfront property might not be worth much for long
The new tide is rising
Drowning the old ways
Better pray like...
I don't care if the thunder roars
It's just a little electricity
And I've seen it all before
Another storm of the century
Blowing extra hard
The tide rises and buries the headland
Another billion or two lost for sure
It's just what we all ordered
Why act surprised that it came
If you fuck with Mother Nature long enough
She'll come and fuck with you in trade
Now that beachfront property might not be worth much for long
The new tide is rising
Drowning the old ways
Better pray like...
#storm
#water
52 reads
1 Comment
Warm
I don't care about the lightning strikes
I don't care if the thunder roars
It's just a little electricity
And I've seen it all before
Another storm of the century
Blowing extra hard
The tide rises and buries the headland
Another billion or two lost for sure
It's just what we all ordered
Why act surprised that it came
If you fuck with Mother Nature long enough
She'll come and fuck with you in trade
Now that beachfront property might not be worth much for long
The new tide is rising
Drowning the old ways
Better pray like...
I don't care if the thunder roars
It's just a little electricity
And I've seen it all before
Another storm of the century
Blowing extra hard
The tide rises and buries the headland
Another billion or two lost for sure
It's just what we all ordered
Why act surprised that it came
If you fuck with Mother Nature long enough
She'll come and fuck with you in trade
Now that beachfront property might not be worth much for long
The new tide is rising
Drowning the old ways
Better pray like...
#storm
#water
52 reads
1 Comment
DU Poetry : Poems About Water Published by Members Recently Online