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Details | Alliteration | |

The Narwhal Song

~The Narwhal Beckons Before Dawn~

   If I could sing a song,
   It wouldn't be just any song.
   I would sing a song about a fish
   A fish who is not a fish, but a whale
   Not just any whale, A Narwhal

This night I'll sing a short song of a whale
Dancing under the moonlight dusk
Swimming with ivory tusk, underwater musk
Rising to the morning glory in the sky
Communicating with the waves
Squealing around, 
Trilling and clicking supersonic sounds

   If I could tell you a tale
   It wouldn't be just any tale
   I would tell you a tale of a fish
   A fish who is not a fish, but a whale
   Not just any whale, A Narwhal

Grayish brown, 
White freckled belly crown
Elusive and mysterious
Without the Arctic water, I'll get delirious
A rare whale, with a tooth for a hoot
Enjoying shrimp, squid, and fish food
Taking care of the young, 
I swim in pods all day long
I' stay away from what consumes my cod
Polar bears, orca whales and native spear
My greatest fear and nightmares.

   If I could share some words
   It wouldn't be just any words.
   I would share some words about a fish
   A fish who is not a fish, but a whale
   Not just any whale, A Narwhal

Deep, down the ocean odyssey
My beliefs and skin peel easily 
With a tear, I drown
When called "The Underwater Unicorn"
My words are naught more than a sad song I sing
A tale of a whale not just any whale, A Narwhal
The next time you go out to sea
Looking for blubber and ivory
Please don't look at me!
For I am just a Narwhal 
And, I belong to the sea

~*~
09/15/2015
Contest: Any Poem You Ever Wrote NOT For A Contest
Sponsor: Broken Wings

Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme | |

Lonely Leaf in the Water

I watched it fall In spiralling flight This browned yellow leaf A saddened sight For not long ago It was alive and so green In a canopy of cover Above the stream I watched it meander Around rocks and through eddy's On the stream it continued Becoming more unsteady It's protective coating Now a shadow of it's past As the water moistens It's out on it's last It came to rest Between two rocks As the water cascaded To the bottom it dropped The end of it's life But it's journey goes on For nature will use This leaf that roamed .

Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2009

Details | Alliteration | |

Pass the Light House

~ CALYPSO ~

Odyssey of the open ocean 
Eclipsing the performance of Heaven's delight 
A beautiful name whispered along the night 
Calypso enhanced with enchanted lullabies 
Sweet silver streams, dreamy epic diamond dreams
Serendipity falls in like mist, under the majestic marble moonlight
Calypso, you belong to--
--Sunsets of the secret sea. 
Mysterious-- many precious places to go, 
Calypso --free flowing, floating legend! 
Ride the beastliness breeze above the sea 
Whisper, Calypso come for me! 
Beautiful Comforting, Calypso Carry me! 

Reflections easily deliquesce into thin air
Sedating the open waters -Voyage- view 
Visionary Vessel above liquid level, 
as divine in spirits she sails. 
CA-LYP-SOO-- Nymph Nature Name 
Aquatic belief-----------------------
CALYPSO, the journey of all journey's 
For all eternity----------------------

:)

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme | |

Gone Forever

Here I sit amongst the long grasses and the reed,
in a solitary place, where my breath is freed,
on an Indian Summer's evening on the lake bed,
autumn has come, yet the warmth has not fled.

Blazing orange skies, are mirrored to reflect,
I cannot imagine a scene being any more perfect,
as I looked up, an unfallen leaf caught my gaze,
spotlighted in the sun's last golden rays.

I noticed this crimson leaf as it began to wave,
the end of a short life that I could not save,
then swept away suddenly by the wind's rake,
and ripples formed as it landed on the still lake.

The leaf was carried away and my eyes followed,
then drowned by the water's surface and swallowed,
windy fingertips tugged it from the branch to sever,
existing once, like today, and then was gone forever.








Note - This was my original idea for the poem "The leaf",
but it was revised for a contest. I just wanted to post both 
versions of the poem.


Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2014

Details | Cinquain | |

'Water'

Water gushed over parched land fractures are slowly filled left by drought terrain humidified by cold water pouring down replacing warmth everything ice-covered Water set in ice form fluffy and breathtaking an impish sting to its beauty arctic my clothes are drenched twirl around with outstretched arms tears are forgotten By: Wilma Neels Contest Name: Nature, Four In One
1st Place

Copyright © Wilma Neels | Year Posted 2011

Details | Verse | |

Waterfalls

dazzling whites they cascade on green heights spectacular curtains that inspire as I go down with flow of life’s musical lyre I’ll sing the lullabies of dreams which never tire refreshing the plaintive minds and souls listen to summer calls waterfalls
June 14, 2014 11.15pm Note: Form of Poem: “Trois-Par-Huit Poem” First Place Contest: A poem you've not entered in a contest#10 Judged:8/1/2014 Sponsor: Poet PD

Copyright © Galeo DS | Year Posted 2014

Details | Verse | |

Niagara Falls

                                          Echoing 
                                 loudly inside my head,
                   roaring thunder rushing through my veins.

                                       Powers are
                              chaining me mesmerized,
                         hypnotizing with a mighty force.

                                         Turbulent 
                                thoughts are racing blindly
                             spilling into open nothingness.

                                     Crashing down,
                                   only to rise again
                             as an eternal magical mist.


Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
10.27.2014
Nette Onclaud’s Contest:
Some form of Crystalline 

Copyright © Brenda Meier-Hans | Year Posted 2014

Details | Quatrain | |

I Am the Waters

I am a flake of winter snow
on cold and driven wind.
I've been first drops of rain so slow
from darkened clouds unpinned.

I am the sting of frigid sleet
that makes one's skin so raw.
I've been the course of waters fleet
as winter yields to thaw.

I am the face of ice-bound lake
which hides its life beneath.
I've been the tossing waves that break
and tides which time bequeath.

I am the snow in drifted row
piled deep before your door.
I've been a river wide and slow
to live on and explore.

I am the waters flowing still,
perpetual as time.
I've been the earth's unbroken will
still granting life, sublime.

                     I am the Waters
                     11-14

Copyright © Brian Baumgarn | Year Posted 2015

Details | Quatrain | |

Silver Waves Upon The Shore

Pushed there for a thousand years
and will be for a thousand more,
pushed there by the gentle winds
the silver waves upon the shore.

Ancient trees who watched here daily
are now dark silhouettes 'round the rim,
as dusk settles in over the still lake
and a dragonfly takes a final skim.

As the sun dips below the surface
silver waters gain a hint of gold,
their riches flow around my feet
giving me memories to be told.

The sands of time sift down below
where life goes drifting by,
and laid there for a thousand years
and beneath them, so shall I.

And become like a silhouette
to watch all life drift by,
and reliving in every moment
never stopping to ask why.

Pushed there by flowing currents
and the wind's most gentle roar,
I fade away like the golden sun
glint silver waves upon the shore.



Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2016

Details | Verse | |

Water Falls

staring back seemingly motionless in her thunder she froths at the mouth  whips away at the serene background exposes her dominant nature the tears flow against a cheek bone hard that slowly erodes its stoic mask leaves its mark a vividly engraved  memory of many summers past Maurice Yvonne 27~10~2014 Sponsor: nette onclaud Contest Name: SOME FORM OF CRYSTALLINE

Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2014

Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

An Ancient Oak

An oak tree stood beside a narrow stream
All bent and twisted like an agéd man
So gently flowed the stream through ancient roots
While laughing with the innocence of youth

In summertime the children came to play
Within the cooling water of the stream
Or rest beneath the gnarled oak tree's limbs
Spread, father-like, to shade them from the sun

In autumntime, when gusts and breezes blow
The leaves would float like dancers through the air
First here, then there, they softly tripped, until
They lit at last to grace the frozen ground

In wintertime, the sprightly youths would skate
Along the crystal surface of the stream
Above, the windswept branches firmly stood
Like blacksmiths' limbs are hardened from the forge 

In springtime burst the oak leaves forth anew
As kingly robes they grace the ancient tree
Inside its keep the squirrels and thrushes chirp
Secure from danger's threat and free from care

Time sped, its unrelenting chimes yet tolled
The youths that loved its shade have passed away
Yet still he laughs and seems to mock at time
He stands as stout and tall as ages past

But time, its current flows at even pace
And now the oak is bent with cruel decay
Though doubled at the back like aging man
He stands there yet, a monument of strength


~ Written for "Personification" Contest. Second Place.

Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst | Year Posted 2012

Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

The leaf

Among the long grass of the land and reed,
there is a lonely place where thoughts are freed,
Saint Martin's summer spreads upon the lake
in warm conditions all domains partake.

The blazing, orange skies, on earth reflect
perfection's lingering details connect
a red, still hanging leaf has caught my gaze
spotlighted in the sun's last golden rays.

This leaf, upon the branch, began to wave,
(it's ending, little life I could not save),
and swept away by Autumn's windy rake,
imprinted ripples on the peaceful lake.

The leaf was carried, as my eyes complied,
then drowned inside the lake's blue waves that shied,
the sweeping northern gust, the leaf discerped,
that neath the surface is forever kept.









Written by Kelly Deschler   September 19th, 2014

Revised by Giorgio A. V.


Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2014

Details | Personification | |

I AM A WATER LILY

I AM A WATER LILY When blue skies kiss whisper and queer ripples quiver... I drink on sun rays and bathe from falling rain, I stand there afloat: graceful and reserve. From pink petals shimmer, I flush also a moonlit snow, honeyed aroma I puff and puff chasing wind curves thrilling some senses, awakening some nerves! Upon gush and waves of bursting rainbow colors, I lay atop, my rhizomes rise, they waft.... Around my roots are croaking frogs and slimy eels, they thrive for I supply their daily meals. Day by day in my life, I live to be pure, my heart beckons heaven yet my roots down here... Even if currents trample me and storms blow me, upon seas and oceans, I trip like a sailing ship but upon force, upon wonders I shall abide giving my everything-- my best white shots! _____________________________________________________ Note: Rhizomes - a horizontal plant stem with shoots above and roots below serving as a reproductive structure ~~WATER LILY ---purity of heart ~~ Sponsor Andrea Dietrich Contest Name Picture Yourself as a Flower! Placed 5th... O.E. GUILLERMO 10:29 am, May 05, 2015

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Fraser | Year Posted 2015

Details | I do not know? | |

Water Love






             shining water flows cold . . .

                             life blood of our ancestors . . . 

                                                        gift to our children . . . 







dedicated to Harsh Wind, Grandmother of fellow Souper  - Cona Adams



David Meade
11/26/2014
Live Generously

Copyright © David Meade | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse | |

The Cost of Water

Flight of stillness;
idle,
ditch-wise.

Ladders point up
but they say the ground is greater;
sunlight knitting to their brown feet green socks.
They crestfall and
buckle at the knee.

Hear guts clap thunder off somewhere else
but no storm in sight to maitre d' this mesa;

got to rot the mud lest 
an urge to ripen ripens.

But hear now
the locusts flood this rut,
hunt for want,
         impelled to eat each lunch of your decay.

         Earth uncorks her pores.
you drift upon the grass, lift the damp from the sod
like a pillow of cloud sopping Earth's steam-
       
         to be made the steward of this land;
lightning
flash! ladders
shatter!
 
Pay in full the cost of water,
less labors not yet lost.

Copyright © Andrew Gallagher | Year Posted 2008

Details | Rhyme | |

WATER FINGERS CARESS

WATER FINGERS CARESS Crystal water fingers caress stony marsh-grassy lands its waves cajoles leaving fine pearls of sea gifts: the bed sands Above... still azure clouds look out, running waves draw and probe shoreless gleam of reeds or fields ebbing on earthly globe... ___________________________________ Sponsor: Nette Onclaud Contest Name: LET ME FEEL YOUR LINES! ...Shoreline... O.E. Guillermo 10:44 pm, March 31, 2015

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Fraser | Year Posted 2015

Details | Verse | |

In A Melting World


The Inuit call the Narwhal the one that points to the sky,
            Because of their unique way of aiming their tusk upward;
The scientific name Narwhal means one tooth and one horn,
      Narwhals are the subject of mythical tales, legend and lore.

Mottled white gray and black is their skin , so corpse-like,
             Most spend the winter in Baffin Bay, northern Canada;
In heavy packs of ice, a world of giant crashing ice burgs,
      A treeless white tundra that goes on forever and ever.

The Narwhal can dive down miles in the water to feed,
            Sadly some die of suffocation due to the surface freezing;
They do need to take breaths through cracks in the ice,
      One must wonder, why they choose this frozen location.

Narwhals summer in Hudson Bay, Greenland and Russia,
            Moving through narrow channels during the spring melt;
They are threatened by overhunting by the Inuit for food and ivory,
      Also from mining and drilling and from global warming.

Such amazing creatures, a fantastic animal of fifteen feet,
            With this incredible long spiraled tusk, unicorn-like;
An eight foot flexible horn that bends to the left, mysteriously,
       Actually a tooth that continues to grow all of their life.

All males have these tusks along with another smaller tooth,
            Emerging from their upper jaw, with no apparent use;
Not anything to do with a weapon or for fishing or for eating fish,
      It seems to be a beautiful male adornment for finding love.

Often they are seen rubbing tusks, this is called tusking,
            It is thought to be not only part of mating but hierarchy;
Narwhals communicate by clicking, whistling and knocking,
     A haunting sound the pierces the frozen silent ice world.

In past years, many were captured for scientific study,
            However, they all died in captivity, it seems they need ice;
Some wild creatures are just not meant to be kept captive,
     Many of God's animals are just suppose to be free in nature.

________________________
September 19, 2015

Verse

Written by Broken Wings

For the contest, Impress Me With A Narwhal Poem, sponsor, Skat

Ninth Place

Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

Nature Portraits - Mountain, Sequoia, Sunset, Thunderstorm, Waterfall

The grandeur of a majestic mountain standing proud against the horizon with its snow-capped peak enveloped in fleecy white clouds against a clear azure blue sky The glorious majesty of a stately sequoia towering above the surrounding vegetation being the largest living thing on earth its massive trunk over thirty feet wide with its gnarled rugged beauty The wondrous artistry of the setting sun edging the darkened clouds with silver linings and painting the evening sky in brilliant colours of the rainbow mirrored on the ocean's surface below The awesome power of a thunderstorm at night with jagged bolts of lightning that split the darkness and light up the surroundings with blinding dazzling intensity The thunderous roar of a mighty waterfall cascading down in huge torrents of liquid fury smashing into the water below creating mists of water droplets that transform the sunlight into a rainbow

Copyright © john beharry | Year Posted 2013

Details | Narrative | |

Giving Thanks


The water rushed by pulling at me as I struggled to hold onto the moss covered
rocks, but they were slippery and my hands to not grasp them.  I was getting
tired and the water was numbing cold, it seemed to want me.  Was I to die today,
to be washed away in this fast moving stream and down the rapids.  The sound
of the water was a roar.  I could scream, but I would not be heard in this ravine.

It was a beautiful day for a walk in nature and looking down at the sparkling
water I had thought it seemed so lovely.  I wanted to get some photographs so,
I made a decision to take what appeared to be a path down to the stream. I 
stepped onto it and it seemed fine, so I began the descent.  It was a bit steeper 
than it had appeared and I found myself holding onto branches.  I noticed the 
ground was wet and soggy and suddenly I was falling, tumbling, crashing
through the lush foliage and coming to a stop in the water.

It was deep and the current was strong and I knew that I only had moments.
"Dear Lord, I don't want to die today, not today, not like this!"  In my mind,
I saw myself floating with my beautiful hair flowing around me and my eyes
staring up, unseeing, at the Lord's painted sky. "Dear Lord, help me, help me!"
It was then, that I noticed a branch hanging out over the water and I grabbed 
it, and pulled and pulled myself up onto the rocks.  Why had I not noticed that 
branch before?  I climbed up the slope on my hands and knees to the top.

I was covered in mud and leaves as I staggered home, and still I had not seen
a single person in the park.  At home I stripped off my muddy clothes and put
on my nightgown.  I climbed into bed and pulled up the covers and I wept and 
wept.  I gave thanks to the Lord for being there for me in my terrible time of 
need.  He gave me back my life, that branch was his helping hand.  The Lord
has a plan for me and it was not written that I was to die this day.  I am so
thankful for this chance and for the important lesson learned.

Nature can be both beautiful and deadly, it must be respected, for it can
be cruel and unfeeling.

______________________________
September 14, 2015


Narrative

For the contest, Giving Thanks, sponsor, Edward Ebbs

Third Place


Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2015

Details | Verse | |

A River's Journey

Tired waters push their way through rocks;
Rocks hugged by rotting ivy's green,
Green surrounds the wild forest's stream,
Stream flows calm, through places unknown...

The river flows to embrace the sea,
Her delighted droplets swirl, now free,
The journey ends; none can disagree -
The sight is pure tranquility.



Written by Sneha RV
For Nette's 8 Line Contest - (Theme - River)
Posted 9th Sep 2015

First 4 lines - Last word of one line is the first word of the next line
Last 4 lines - Monorhyme

Copyright © Sneha RV The Literature Lover | Year Posted 2015

Details | Verse | |

Waterfall

Waterfall Escaping from far confined spaces longing for freedom over the rim Highlighted flowing wavy tresses cascading over rocky shoulders Rushing sounds of an endless stampede racing and galloping through the air Frothy fluffs of white bubbly splendor splashing, glistening in the sunlight Sandra M. Haight October 27, 2014 ~7th Place~ Contest: Some Form of Crystalline Sponsor: Nette Onclaud

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse | |

Groundswell Girl - Named by JB

Enter a storybook tale
Where I can be 
The heroine you hail
Lucid dreams of soft reflection
A touch heated with lust and desired protection
A breathe a gasp as we succeed 
Join the fairytale with me
Valiant night within dark eyes
the right movement and I make them shine
like moonlight on the steamy hot spring
care to follow for a little dip with me
Trailing like the water at my fingertips
Grasp me around my hips
As close as the breeze on my skin 
Whisper lies as I let you in 
Lips mumbling up my thighs
bare heart exposed to the sky 
fire burning in my veins
Am I a mistress of this lust or simply a slave
Trembling with desire
Take me till we've lost count of the hours
enter this storybook tale
Where I can be the heroine you hail

Copyright © Jay Loveless | Year Posted 2012

Details | Quintain (English) | |

Milford Sound

MILFORD SOUND
(Manassian Quintain)

The scow cuts through the clear water, sailing slowly through Milford sound	
I watch dolphins jumping nearby while south-west wind ruffles my hair		
on the rocks furry seals lazing where harmony and calm abound 		
my camera cocked and ready, every moment I want to snare			
Sailing slowly through Milford Sound, while south west wind ruffles my hair

The fiord’s cliffs rise from dark waters, where yellow crested penguins flock
And mountain peaks scrape the grey clouds, as heaven’s deluge thunders down
New waterfalls are now forming, lush rainforest cling to sheer rock,		
By this splendor I’m surrounded, cannot picture a finer crown			
lush rainforest cling to sheer rock, as heaven’s deluge thunders down		

It’s as pretty as a greenstone, eighth wonder of the world it’s said				
Beneath the fresh water surface the black coral is turning white				
I can see the lion crouching, I can spot the elephant’s head					
Hear the waterfall cascading, makes for one spectacular sight			
Eighth wonder of the world it’s said, makes for one spectacular sight	

18.01.15



Milford Sound: a 22 kilometer fjord on the southern western edge of New Zealand’s south island off the Tasman Sea.  It is famous for its sheer cliffs, steep peaks and waterfalls.  Rudyard Kipling described it as the eighth wonder of the world.	
The Elephant and the Lion are two mountains resembling those two animals			

Copyright © Ronald Zammit | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

Pond Memories

I remember, back before puberty,
and all concomitant complexities,
visiting the pond behind our barn,
to watch water spiders.

I wondered what we would like living on thin transparent skin
between two equally visible universes,
one below, and one above.

Below,
life would be somewhat darker
but unlike soil.
I would look down into flowing water space,
watching other little pond insects and amoebas, and lichen,
and occasional predator fish or water snake,
or frog.

Above,
I could look up to see flying insects,
and grass forests,
rocks above, as below,
but dry, lighter, easier to maneuver,
to stick to,
to remember.
Again, the occasional predator,
like birds and again those pesky frogs
who also tend to live near life's bicameral surface.

Yet, in a way, this surface,
Boundary Universe skin between two universes,
Prime Relationship limned barrier between air and water universes
has its own specific universal traits,
responding to both air and water flow,
sometimes confluently,
sometimes dissonantly.
My own spidery journey along that surface,
looking in and looking up,
is quite different than looking out,
forward,
with confusion as I lose capacity to see down and up
while looking toward my future.

So, my water spider grows three eyes.
Only supereco eye looks directly toward my future,
interpreting Prime Relationship between my right eye,
looking within water below,
and inside,
while my left eye,
looking up and out,
seeks to understand
what this huge mammal,
a red headed kid,
is doing with our day.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme royal | |

Daytime's Demeanor

Free verse to Rhyme Royal

Daytime’s Demeanor

This morning the water is,
glass still, an indigo mirror.
Shyly it reflects each hill, each lofty palm,
a soft collage of orange clouds.

Time now, to summon thoughts, delineate them,
confess faults, spill forth, a profusion
of memories, immersed in reverie.

Slowly, as clouds disperse, the day begins to pulse.
As ripples, eventually distort the river
I stir, myself.

Time now, for me to assume, day-time’s demeanor.
Like any cloud or tree, be buffered
by whatever comes along.

 Suzanne Delaney




Daytime’s Demeanor

This morning the river is glassy-still.
Its surface a collage of orange clouds,
of lofty palms, and every nearby hill.
And I, immersed in reverie away from crowds
Summon thoughts, confessing faults, to spill
a profusion of reflected memories
Mirrored to de-lineate in reverie.

As day begins to pulse and clouds disperse
Ripples from unruly winds distort the river
I stir myself, day’s journey to traverse
Preparing for what day's events are likely to deliver
Like any cloud or tree that Nature buffers
No longer to remain a simple  dreamer
Time now to wrap myself in Daytime’s Demeanor.

Suzanne Delaney

Copyright © Suzanne Delaney | Year Posted 2013

Details | Tetractys | |

'RED' SEA - LANGUAGE OF WATER CONTEST

Sea Sanguine Surprises Australians. A rare phenomena caused by algae (This actually happened on Bondi Beach in 2012 when the water turned scarlet) Contest: language of water Sponsor: Nette Onclaud Jan Allison Tasman sea – Australia 7th December 2015

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

Something About Water

Something about water:
Ancient and ageless
The precise quantity since the dawn of creation
(Give or take a few space missions)
Partnered with Sister Sun and Brother Moon
Constantly recycling and returning
Gently raining down upon us
yet rising up in outrage and fury
Flooding the hapless, helpless land
Destroying our false idols
Obliterating our arrogant Towers of Babel
Washing away our filth
Reminding us who is in control...

Something about water:
Quenching my thirst
Pulsing in my veins
Showering me; anointing me
Cleansing me...
Busting forth and gushing from my eyes
Washing away my sins
Cleansing me... 

Copyright © Tim Ryerson | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku | |

in thin water

stones in thin water
hunched like spines of animals
waters whisper through

Copyright © Rickie Elpusan | Year Posted 2005

Details | Haiku | |

Water Strider

Dancing on water,
With swirls of blissful motion;
Aquatic ballet.

Copyright © Raul Moreno | Year Posted 2009

Details | Choka | |

SCINTILLATING SUNLIGHT

Golden sunlight rays Dancing on aqua blue sea Tangoing on the water Seductive glimmer Moving harmoniously Nature's beauty captivates 09~18~14 Contest: Choka Me Sponsor Dr Ram Mehta Structure 5,7,7,5,7,7 ~awarded 2nd place ~

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2014