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Water ABC Poems | ABC Poems About Water

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Soldier Boy

The soldier boy was sitting calmly underneath that tree, 
As I approached it, I could see him beckoning to me. 
The battle had been long and hard and lasted through the night 
And scored of figured on the ground lay still by mornings light. 

"I wonder if you'd help me, sir", he smiled as best he could. 
"A sip of water on this morn would surely do me good. 
We fought all day and fought all night with scarcely any rest- 
A sip of water for I have a small pain in my chest." 

As I looked at him, I could see the large stain on his shirt 
All reddish-brown from his warm blood mixed with dirt. 
"Not much", he said."I count myself more lucky that the rest 
They're all gone while I just have a small pain in my chest."   

"Must be fatigue", he weakly smiled. "I must be getting old. 
I see the sun is shinning bright and yet I'm feeling cold. 
We climbed the hill two-hundred strong, but as we cleared the crest, 
The night exploded and I felt this small pain in my chest." 

I looked around to get some aid-the only things I found 
Were big, deep craters in the earth-bodies on the ground. 
"I kept on firing at them sir. I tried to do my best, 
But finally I sat down with this small pain in my chest." 

"What would my wife be thinking of her man so strong and grown, 
If she could see me sitting here, too weak to stand alone? 
Could my mother have imagined, as she held me to her breast, 
That I'd be sitting here one day with this pain in my chest?" 
"Can it be getting dark so soon?" He winced up at the sun. 
"Its growing dim and I thought that the day had just begun. 
I think, before I travel on, I'll get a bit of rest..... 
And, quietly, the boy died from that small pain in his chest. 

I don't recall what happened then. I think I must have cried 
I put my arms around him and pulled him to my side 
And, as I held him to me, I could feel our wounds were pressed 
The large one in my heart against the small one in his chest.


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RAIN SHOWERS

The Earth dry and bare; waiting eagerly for the drops of care;
 


Caught in the hot, steaming summer’s snare;
 


The flowers and creepers decorating window sills; all look desolate and ill;
 


As the nature withers away in the sun’s merciless glare.
 


 
 


The men and the wives; the kids and the wild;
 


All are enduring the summer’s waterless exile;
 


They are waiting for the rain; to relieve them of the heat pain;
 


And of that life which has become a sweaty turmoil.
 


 
 


The wind strong and gusty; makes the roads yellow and dusty;
 


And the air around becomes suffocating and musty;
 


The birds forget to sing; their lilting, musical thing;
 


Even as the tree leaves wristle and make noise so husky.
 


 
 


Then come the Monsoon showers; falling first on boughs and flowers;
 


Making the trees and plants glisten and glower;
 


So the monsoon comes in grace; driving away summer’s trace;
 


Lashing at window-panes with its all-reigning power.
 


 
 


As the monsoon drives away the summer heat; with its raining rhythm off-beat;
 


And the flower buds open up to return it’s greet;
 


And as the water seeps in soil; a refreshing fragrance arise;
 


While the rain continuous to cool down hot gardens and streets.
 


 
 


The Earth grows green; and water droplets gleam;
 


On the smooth, waxy surfaces of the leaves;
 


Everywhere the flowers grow; in pink, red, white or yellow;
 


While buds make their way blushingly between tendrils.
 


 
 
 The wet and soft soil; now grows fertile;
 


And tender green plantlets push through the Earth in style;
 


Through soil the tiny saplings peep; as their sown seeds begin to reap;
 


And the plants and crops shake off the Earth’s temporary curse sterile.
 


 
 


As the raindrops go pitter-patter; water in puddles begins to gather;
 


And the little birds begin to chirp, twitter and chatter;
 


The insects begin to hum along; their irritating and happy song;
 


While due to rain and wind the roofs on houses begin to chatter.
 


 
 


As the showers for some moments cease; after giving Earth life’s new lease;
 


And the pitter-patter of rain is gently appeased;
 


The sun coyly shines; a cloud it half hides behind;
 


While the fluffy clouds move along with the cool breeze.
 


 
 


The fields now green and bright; are an artist’s sheer delight;
 


Pleasing to the senses of smell and sight;
 


The fresh air so sweet to breathe; that with pleasure the body writhes;
 


In the newly born rainy sunlight.
 


 
 


But this sunlight so quickly goes; as thunderstorms blow to and fro;
 


And Earth engulfs in darkness that now grows;
 


The wind rises and howls; with a voice that trembles all souls;
 


And day and night this gale roars.
 


 
 


The trees in fear tremble and shake; as leaves, twigs and branches break;
 


And the life of these trees is put up at stake;
 


Birds in nests cower with fright; and due to cold shiver with all their might;
 


And live in fearful anticipation of what else the storm may rake.
 


 
 
The monsoon now shows its ugly face; gone are its days of grace;
 


Rainy calamities take its place;
 


Cyclones and floods destruct worldwide; the raging sea throws up its tide;
 


“Nature reigns supreme”, we are forced to say.
 


 
 


Same is the life of man; may he do what he can;
 


But destiny will always play a hand;
 


What all will man control? So he should let destiny play its role;
 


And enjoy life and act as the situation will demand.
 


 
 


Somedays will shine the sun; those days life will be fun;
 


And work will be successful how much ever it’s done;
 


Somedays by the fun you will tire; and will long to get back into the attire;
 


Of normal life, however boring or glum.
 


 
 


Sometimes hope will come out; like a tiny plant sprouts;
 


And will remove from your mind every shade of doubt;
 


It will be a bright, hopeful ray; but for long it may not stay;
 


So we must make most of it when hope sprouts.
 


 
 


Just as the shower of joy; after summer comes out shy;
 


So shower of success will come when you have almost given up the try;
 


It will wash away your helpless sigh; and will give you a new will to try;
 


Which will help you succeed by-and-by.
 


 
 


Just as the sun goes behind the cloud; when thunder is heard aloud;
 


And darkness suddenly falls on Earth all around;
 


So also failure will touch you once; its upto you to prevent its repeated occurrence;
 


Or due to failure remain depression bound.
 


 
 


Sometimes through demotivation you will go; sometimes loads of success you'll know;
 


For we need all types of experience to make us grow;
 


Like some days it is wet; some days the sun for long doesn’t set;
 


But then it needs both the rain and the sun to make a RAINBOW…


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Wet lips

Last night I stood in the rain in my underwear.
I allowed the rain to be.
I didn’t run as a child would, laughing and loving the moment. 
I didn’t shake myself and curse the wet weather as my Mother would.
Nor did I hurriedly open an umbrella in a vain effort to hide from it.
No...No...No...I let the rain be.

I stood there with gentle water dripping down my face.
I allowed the water to be.
I didn’t reach for a towel as my Mother always did.
I didn’t shake my head as a young girl might in the shower.
Nor did I quickly wipe the drops from my face with my hands.
No...No...No... I let the water be.
Something happened while I stood there soaking wet.
Some of the rain stopped at my mouth.
It was almost begging me to taste it.
I did not spit it out like an old woman might.
I did not wipe my mouth like young men do and cough.
Nor was I horrified by the rain on my lips.
No...No...No..The glorious rain allowed me to be.


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REASONED CONCLUSIONS

(Argument for the Biblical Account of Creation.) I don't see why some people try, without reason, to reach a conclusion. They must haveconceived an end to be achieved, through pre-supposition already chosen. They accentuate the positive, ignore the negative, and, apparently, find comfort in illusion; to prove a connection they've already reckoned will fit their pre-supposed delusion. Yet, steadfast is truth, we find from our youth, in solving the age old mysteries; by following the evidence through reasoned inquest of science, and accurate histories. True science has shown aging to be known affected by the rays of the sun. Bible history attests longevity was best Before Noah's Ark made its run. We see man's age decline right in line with the canopy deluge postulation. Now, we can't see how fitting this must be from the onset of creation. The Bible also lists, a pre-flood morning mist rising to water the earth each day.. Would this not lead to the conclusion indeed of a water vapor canopy in play? Then, the canopy fell as rain, quite well, all the habitable land to cover: "the deep" broke up making the oceans a cup; can we logically conclude any other? Urchins of the sea have been found to be upon the highest of mountains. Wouldn't this tend to show proof of a flood flow, and its ebb into the fountains? Don't ever pre-suppose a rose, a rose, if it looks some what a carnation. If you do, I must firmly assure you, You will earn reason's indignation. Reason can surely be a help for you and me, if not corrupted by pre-supposition. Think it all through, ignoring the Bible won't do You'll be found in an untenable condition. Lionel


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A River of Life

A river of life is what I seek
Because you alone satisfy my thirst
Clean me with the waters of your forgiveness
Douse me in the pool of your wonder
Every morning, your dew sits on my heart
Flow into the seams of my soul
Gush from me, the fountains of your peace
Hold me, as the ocean holds the ship
I need a deluge of your compassion
Just as the trees need the downpour
Kindness trickles from your hands
Lead me beside the still waters of your love
Make me float in a sea of your grace
Never to sink under the weight of the law
Open the dams that hold back your stream of blessings
Pour your gentleness over my head
Quietly fill me with the rain of your mercy
Rush upon me so that I am swept away with your favor
Saturate me with your Holy Spirit
Tears of joy drop from my eyes
Upward I dive, into your care.


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Sunrise Blue

Walking on a sandy beach 
I go and hear the water preach
The water crashes
And splashes
The sun rise with a pink and purple that clash
That clash that doesn’t turn into ash
The ripples in the sky they fly so high
Laying on the beach the sand 
As smooth as a peach
That’s knows you’re on a beach  


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Wading in the Water

I'm wading in the water --
World at my fingertips.
The sun drying out my hair,
Water rolling off my lips.

The world would be like so --
If it were without flaw.
The truth, that's covered from your eyes
Is not like this at all.

I'm sinking down into the depths -- 
The darkness of unknown.
I cannot help but to feel
Confined, so lost, alone.

My head goes under as I sink --
I cannot see my way.
Underneath the water I cannot tell,
Is it night or day?

I reach my hand up to the light -- 
Where black turns into blue.
I search for help, but I find
You ignore my call to you.

I see a dock and I can grab --
A tiny piece of wood.
But as I pull myself to Earth,
It breaks, it does no good.

I'm drowning in the ocean --
And all I see is you.
The way you seem to smile at me,
I must look good in blue.


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summer rain

i lie down in the road
 no one around 
looking at the sky
 fluffy gray clouds fill my eyes
 i'm waiting
 i hear thunder in the distance 
its getting closer
 the wind picks up
 nice breeze flowing over me
 something cool and moist hits my cheek
 finally its here
 drops of water fall from heaven
 i close my eyes
 slightly cracking my lips
 just enough to taste the water in my mouth
 it starts pouring down
 my body cooling off 
from the summer heat
 im at peace
 listening to the sound of the rain
 rush down the sidewalk
 i smile and think to myself
 how i love summer rain


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Blessings on the Water...

Blessings on the Water

Besides Angels

that do miracles

of movement

time

and space


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