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The Footpath


The Footpath


The footpath to eternity

Crosses our sea of time

Beyond

Horizon of mortality,

Where in Heaven sublime,

Souls bond.


© Sandra M. Haight 2015 
   All Rights Reserved


~NA~
Contest: Memento of Waters ~ Visual #1
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Syllables Checked: 8,6,2,8,6,2

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015

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 | Couplet | |

The Scent of Water

Her man was woven into love spell
By another woman, not of her smell. 

Bewitchery, she will not tolerate
To the perfumery she’ll calculate.

Apothecary had the perfect answer 
An exotic earthy whiff from vetiver! 

Happy she was her man found her erotic -
But, alas, it was only episodic!

She spritzed the air with essence of rose petal -
Then a reminiscence of the betrayal!

Love and romance the attar generated 
Very soon enough it evaporated.

Memorable scent of basil she wore next,
Pleasurable things her man not to forget,

In vain, it was she who cannot forget -
In her mind fresh the err her man had make,

Scent of her rival made her green with envy,
Scent of betrayal made her very angry,

Desperate but hopeful, she went to a lone edifice; 
Temperate and humble, the scent of water brought her peace. 


7/14/14

Copyright © hija de la luna | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse | |

Nearby

Why must I hear
the tempting gurgle
Of the life giving stream 
A sound wet with promise
Of refreshment

Why must I see
The alluring rush of movement
Liquid heaven
An enticing flow
Beckoning me to immersion

Why must I but lie here
Dying for want of water?
The sandpaper of my lips
Not even welcoming
A tongue cracked  
With not a drop of moisture
to bring relief
To assuage the grief
Or parched dreams

My throat constricts
contractions 
that fail to produce
Life
I’m dying

My skin dry
I lie
Devoid of liquid to cry tears
Why? WHY?
Why Am I here
Beside this life giving stream
Tormented 

Where is the angel
To lift my weary head
And gently pour this water
On my waiting lips
Patiently ministering
Again and again
Liquid healing
Waiting….
Till I’m somewhat revived
To carry me
Slowly
Purposefully
into waiting watery wetness
of heaven
Until I am baptized
In liquid bliss

I’m dying here
Here on the edge
I see
I hear
I can almost taste
Feel 
The stream of your love
bathing me
quenching me
freeing me
healing me

Forbidden to drink
Forbidden to taste
Forbidden to touch
Forbidden to love
Forbidden to LIVE

But why?
Why must I die?
When the water of life
Is nearby

Eileen Manassian Ghali

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2014

Details | Sonnet | |

To You, Crocodile

The river dragon of crimson streams
Swiftly swimming to bring my end
As I’m standing alone at the silent shore
The beast from this murk suddenly ascends.
Gripping my face in her flawless jaws
The teeth latched efficiently into flesh
Pulling me quickly into the depths
Dragging me into the shallow grave.
Surrounded in filth, drowning in the banks
The apex predator’s grip never relenting
All I can do is break, bleed and decompose
Hoping for some relief in the pending death.
I find some comfort in this prolonged pain,
Because I haven’t felt a thing in ages.    

Copyright © Samuel Lee | Year Posted 2015

Details | Lyric | |

Epilogue

Written November 2, 2015


With my back against the wall
I fall
Down never ending staircases
That spiral down below
To seas where books float downstream
Along open pages reflecting past memories
Spinous leather bound by visionaries
Bookended and upended
I'm nothing but a cog
A pawn in this epilogue
Rosencrantz and Gildenstern are dead
And with them I make my bed
Lost in the littered pages of history
My life is bordering the brink
So does it matter what I think?
You'll miss me if you blink
Writing this book in disappearing ink

Copyright © Brandon Carter | Year Posted 2016

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Waterfalls

Headwaters,
Of the world’s flowing souls,
Cresting to flight and misting rainbows.

Everyone.
Searching for another.
To endure sacrifices behold,

Cascading
Heart’s ladles dip into
Basins of memories in plunge pools.

Waterfalls,
From the rapids of youth,
To the flat waters of golden years


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Contest: Some Form of Crystalline
Form: Verse : Parallelogram de Crystalline
11.02.14
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Received an NA in the above contest.

Entered in Edward Ebbs's contest: Only for those NA's on 01.23.16
The contest calls for an explanation of what the poem means to the author:

This poem is a summary of life.  
Headwaters=birth,
Cresting=growing up, 
misting=your effect on others and the world, 
'searching for another'=could be spouse, money, God, or just yourself, etc,        
Sacrifices=what you traded for what you wanted, 
cascading=life, time goes by so fast

Once you reach old age, hopefully your waters are calm (flat), and not still turbulent or made turbulent due to regret from choices and the trades you made in youth.

Copyright © rob carmack | Year Posted 2014

Details | Quatrain | |

Swimming Lessons

A test of the water,
A dip of my toe.
Undeniably chilly,
But bearably so.

Before I can swim,
I must get undressed.
I’ll start with my shirt,
And then all the rest.

I’ll glance about shyly,
Then just take the dive.
Returning for air,
Now I’m feeling alive.

This is how poetry
Ever will be.
A definite risk,
But a way to be free.

I show to the world,
What others won’t bare.
My vulnerable soul,
Under scrupulous glare.

Just as the clear water,
A feeble veil makes.
So scarcely can prose
Conceal life’s mistakes.

So under some metaphor
Or in simile
If you are looking,
You’ll find naked me.

Copyright © The Grahamburglar | Year Posted 2015

Details | Blank verse | |

Heart Of The Sea

  Heart of the sea,deeper 
than a chasm-insatiable 
monster like the 
graveyard.
    Habouring the wrecks 
of 
sunken ships and 
treasures,the abode of 
the titanic.
    Silent but troublesome.
Nereus safe haven and 
the Nereids on errand 
riding dolphins-saving or 
destroying at your will 
strange presence.
   Waves spread to all 
parts 
within minutes of your 
ignition.
    Heart of the sea,so 
vast that a journey on 
you can't be 
accomplished without 
your guide.
   A shimmering rare 
pearl 
looming underneath.   
Underneath u coldness is 
cast into oblivion-a 
warmth to the 
inhabitants.
    Heart of the sea is like 
heart of a woman-always 
pregnant after delivery.
Who can fathom your 
depths?









Name:Ifeanyi Bob 
Ekechukwum
(Baron Of Ebullion)

Copyright © Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

Who Am I

A new photograph floats to the surface
Playfully dressing up as the world around me
Hat, striped socks and all
Tiptoeing at the top for one last sweet moment 
Before sinking back into my ocean mind.

One after another they arrive
Single file,
Steeping my eyes in the world 
As the minds shutter, ever fluttering 
Strings together this conscious stream I play in.

My photographs fade in time’s wrinkled arms.
Joining their brothers and sisters at the ocean floor,
They hold hands and try to answer the question that is always asking itself:
Who am I?

Jacob Reinhardt
10/3/2013

Copyright © Jacob Reinhardt | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

Foggy Night

FOGGY NIGHT  ©

The white orb, saturated with 
tidal flows, peers through the 
veil. 

A ghost ship slips up the fog 
laden channel. 

Night gulls. sing with strident cries 

fog seeps in, the tide rolls out, 
day is gone, the night creeps on.

Trees, dressed in ebony, drift by. 
Water glistens, gold and wet.

Edges blurred night is soft and 
tender, damp seeps into cloth, 
hair, bone.
 
Tents of light spread over the 
foggy landing.

Hunters of the sea know not day 
nor night, fishers all, 
white feathers stark against the 
darkest shadows.

Palm trees, silhouetted in 
ochre gauze, black brushes hard 
with paint. 

Pilings sway, their waists cinched 
with rope. 

Matronly sentinels, the craft finds 
the woody bosom. 

Trisha Sugarek
Butterflies and Bullets



Copyright © Trisha Sugarek | Year Posted 2014

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Wildflowers

Standing out in a field alone, a little white flower named Daisy longed for someone to share her world.
One day a blue flower named Bachelor Button entered her world they became friends.
 She knew by his name that he was not the propagating kind, but that didn’t stop their relationship she called him BB short for best bud.
The seasons of Spring & Summer they enjoyed the sun, laughed in the rain and held on fast in the Fall.
Winter came it was long and hard they were both covered in a blanket of snow, not knowing whether they would ever see each other again or even survive .The snow fell     then came the ice, this went on for months.

The Sun shone brightly the first day of spring. A few days later warmth of the sun melted the snow, Daisy popped up .
 I’ve been waiting days for you to come out, said BB, they both chanted hooray!
The snow was completely gone in a few days, the birds started building their nests , bugs were crawling around ,butterflies began to visit the two flowers. I wish there were more of us Daisy said, to BB.

They laughed as the sun and wind blew through their leaves.  Then it started the sun and rain took turns until one morning the air & field was filled with the smell of flowers.
 
Daisy and BB looked at each other and asked what kind of flowers are these ? they’re not white like daisies they’re not blue like bachelor buttons. They did not know the birds and bugs carried the seeds from the two of them and the caterpillars buried them under the soil.
The seeds from the new flowers were then carried by the winds many miles away, they landed in fertilized gardens and flourished, although they faced danger everyday. 
as they were called WEEDS ..
 The Gardener pulls weeds out of the garden so they don’t choke the flowers, which cost a lot of money and require lots of maintenance.

However there was a Gardener who saw her friends spending hours weeding their garden , that they didn’t have enough time to admire and enjoy the labors of their love
So she set out to give a home to all the weeds ,she provided a place where they could fit in and multiply, they required no maintenance, rain provides their water .

The best part of all is their beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
 Ask my granddaughter-- What are those flowers in the garden ?
  She will answer "WILDFLOWERS " their parents were Daisy and BB

Copyright © kj force | Year Posted 2013

Details | Epitaph | |

Fish-River

fish
splish
splash
rock
glisten

Copyright © leroy morton | Year Posted 2015

Details | Verse | |

River of Time

On the River of Time
I built a dam for my love
to capture the moment,
collect the future,
and set our pasts free.

Copyright © A.O. Taner | Year Posted 2016

Details | Monorhyme | |

Hollys' Dawn

At dawn a secret Shadow tries 
to catch a glint of Sea's surprise
as Daybreak sheds her dim disguise
and silent, signals Sun to rise

Then arctic moods and murky eyes
glow warm, grow light and Morning ties
her silken silver Water prize
with strands of sand to gentle Skies


07/24/15

Copyright © Lycia Harding | Year Posted 2015

Details | Light Poetry | |

I am a Genius

I am who I was born to be

Another voice of sanity
Maybe crazy, but do you know?

Art nouveau, in words I paint

Greatness of the pen, this is me
Eternal thoughts into ink I write
Nothing escapes this brilliant mind
I compose for those who see, and those whom are blind
Universal wisdom's, happiness in verse
Salvation or wine, the poison is free






Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme | |

Rough Water

Holding our daughter
a smile finds my lips.
Yet, in rough water
that anchor soon slips.

Dreams drifted off course
when truth was beset.
And filled with remorse,
love turned to regret.

I recall your kiss,
and my spirit soars.
For my lips still miss
the sweet taste of yours.

In a sea of tears
love drowns in sorrow.
And reaffirms fears
there's no tomorrow.

Yesterday's pain inks
the waters of hope.
And my spirit sinks,
unable to cope.

Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015

Details | Couplet | |

Watching the Sun Rise

At first the sun's fingers
Poke up just a bit,
Seeming to find the ocean's ledge,
They grab a hold of it.

With radiant arms extended,
It raises itself higher,
Then sits upon the ocean's rim -
A fuzzy ball of fire.

Copyright © Raven Howell | Year Posted 2015

Details | Prose Poetry | |

Drowning

Gasping for air. . . you strain your neck; stretching..you look around, checking.
Struggling to keep the pace. . . you're movements, fluctuating; you panic, you try floating.
Screaming for help. . .  no one is around, you wish for a miracle; you're wheezing, yelp not helping.
Giving, no one is reaching. . . the waves starting to bring you down; you fight, your Will diminishing.
Vanishing. . . your light dimming; They look from afar, will they notice you're drowning?

Copyright © Jesson Rata | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

A Departing Memory

I know you.
Candles lit, incense fuming,
You like it when I bite your neck, just hard enough.
Blankets thrown about the room
So recklessly, they refold themselves.

And we roll down a hill together,
Kissing the leaves, tickling with our eyes,
Laughing with our hearts.
"You'll just leave me for the next girl you find."
"Yes," I say. Because only
Nothing
Lasts forever.
And it spills through the cracks in your hands
The moment you grasp it.
Like water from a stone.
She bites my neck
Drawing lines of ecstasy down my back with her fingernails
Spilling into me, fighting my words.
"I leave when the sun sets."



Copyright © Jacob Reinhardt | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? | |

My Wishes are Simple





My Wishes are Simple


My wishes are simple,
my desires few,

to gaze upon an ocean,
and marvel at a solitary drop of dew.



My wishes are simple,
my dreams not too grand,

to feel the waves teasing my tired feet,
with no footprints left in the cool, wet sand.



My wishes are simple,
my thoughts serenely gentle, calm,

my heart resting beneath a swaying palm,

healing my being, caressed by nature's soothing balm.




Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme | |

In The Meadow

In the meadow is a quiet place
Little creatures run around and give chase
In the meadow were it is peaceful 
Little creatures have dreams that are cheerful
In the meadow were the sun some how shine
Little things of nature will combine
In the meadow the wind blows softly
Little creatures get bother abruptly
In the meadow life goes on with delight
Little creatures scurry when it becomes night

In the meadow the grass some how gets tall
Little that we know it makes sounds that call
In the meadow we hear whistles
Little sounds that some times chimes like crystals
In the meadow the water flows
Little things beside the water grows
In the meadow we smell moist grass
Little we know that nature has sass
In the meadow we wonder what will be
Little is what we know about the meadow you see

Copyright © Reynaldo Mast | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? | |

running water

running water will a day ever come when you can slow down and be at peace like the stillness of a lake?
running water for you I pray, you place your thoughts on the tales of shooting stars but in your moments of falling short grey clouds and rain will explain your pain.
pools once footprints , no other feet can splash in my puddles.
through earth and then over stone , two sides to a story but you can also find waterfalls inside of a concrete jungle.
on the surface looking into you all they can see is their own reflection.
running water the deeper I swim the more I am reminded of the flaws I see in my very own complexion.
no one can cry me a river when one body of water can easily drown a human heart.
maybe now I can see  the reason in why you run, seeing no growth in familiar surroundings but what about those who journey far?
beyond my comfort zone ill run with you until the day we both evaporate into the wind.
someone with no legs but can run as free as he please.
someone I could see but could never show me the places they've been.

Copyright © mark brown | Year Posted 2016

Details | I do not know? | |

celsius

Fallen snow will remind of me/ it is snowing ... 
Slowly as in the dream/ 
Boy word-beads/ with signs on his spine/ 
He kisses fine/ 
Your eyelids /

And it snows ... It snows /so slow/
It does/ and you're thinking of me/ 
'Coz it's warm/ it's better to stay in warmth/ 
Waiting for summer dim/ 
It is snowing/ slowly like in the dream/ 
Flakes/ go round/ playing the music theme/ 
You've been looking for rescue/ 
You searched in wine/ 
But it's in me/ 
all the rescues are mine/ 
It is snowing/ the snow is fluffy and white/ 
If you see darkness/ I'm deaf and blind/ 
there's the cast of time/ on the arm/ 
But I discern the light/ 
Dreams/ upon your eyelids tips/ 
Prepare you for winter drowse/ 
And it snows/ 

Fallen snow/ will remind of spring /
it will crumble and crackle in vain/ 
It will snow / fluffy /white/ and slow/ 
And you'll become whole/

Copyright © Ilya Emelin | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme | |

Gave me water

        Gave me water 
There is fire on the cities
Oh run run come 
We need a water 
To quench this fire 

    Gave me water 
An Empire on the rise  
Wars their trade mark
Now cities burning 
Fire everywhere 
An identification like their logo 
Where comest our help 
So I need a water 
To quench this fire 

There is fire on the cities 
Oh run run come 
We need a water 
To quench this fire 

Gave me water 
It was a peaceful day 
People moving around normally
All of a sudden people started to run
running away from the rain  
The rain of fire oh I guess 
An empire is on visit 
The rain of fire on top of
The people 
On top of the innocent people
Is like no escape root 
Fire every where 
So I need a water 
To quench this fire 

There is fire on the cities 
Oh Run run come 
We need a water 
To quench this fire 

Gave me water 
The fire of hate 
Keep burning
On too many souls
Now gave me the 
Love water to quench 
This fire 
The fire of materialism keep 
Burning on our civilisation today 
So we need a spiritual  water 
To quench this fire 

There is fire on the cities 
Oh run run come 
We need a water 
to quench this fire 

Gave me water 
Water has no enemy 
We say in Africa 
No matter how much you hate 
You still need water 
So now Your soul need 
A drink of a love water 
From spirituality 
for long 
We are so hot burning in illusion 
For now so hot is the planet 
From this immoral being 
On the hills of there rules 
As they burn cities humans babies
With this fire you see 
Burning everywhere 
Right on front of our view 
So I need a water 
To quench this fire 

There is fire on the cities 
Oh run run come 
We need a water 
To quench this fire

Copyright © richard nnoli | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

Salt Water

A thing so paradoxical desire;
So all encompassing it’s grasp;
A curse of eternal thirst- 
Though we are drowning.
Hands desperately scratching for a life raft
That is secretly made of the same water we drown in.
So we continue our daily floundering
Chasing a trail of crumbs we call “Hope”

Copyright © Jacob Reinhardt | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku | |

Love on the lake

grebes run on the lake
love has its playful moments -
pleasure with winged feet


* grebes - freshwater birds

Copyright © David De la Croes | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme | |

Unto a River

Some say life is a road, a drive,
with bumps along the way and endless turns.
Much as I try, the best image I can contrive
is, instead, of a river that boils and churns.

At times it's a gentle creek, bubbling along;
smoothly you float in it, forgotten by misery.
Then come slight changes in the river's serene song,
eddies in the stream - of happiness barely rescissory.

These eddies change little but the feel,
the touch and taste of the water below;
of this boat on this river you try to take the wheel,
but you can only ride and watch, never control the flow.

On occasion it floods, overflowing its banks -
sending you down the current, tossing you over the side.
This is when you find it tough to give thanks,
toilsome not to surrender to hardship, to the crushing tide.

It will not hesitate to drag you under,
drown you and smother you if you are unwary.
Yet, it is not all fire and brimstone, lightning and thunder -
its rampages accidental, it doesn't mean to harry.

Sometimes a partner joins you in the drift,
and together of bliss you both hold a sliver.
Life will give all, and throw all into the rift;
'tis the springs and the falls - forever unto a river.

Copyright © Andy Sprouse | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse | |

The Lovely Lemon Water

I am exhausted in sweltering heat
She offers me her fragrance
Two whole glassfuls of lemon water
Laced with honey
Instant hydration of my body
Invigorates me significantly 


In return I offer to moisten her soul
But she is too impermeable to water from my glass
Anchored in absolute self control
Or else I lacked enough dews on the grass

Inside her fridge
Needle like water crystals glisten
Slow crystallization
White pearls of expectation

For a distraction she turns her eyes
To a dense mound of cloud in the sky
Where water waits to be released as rain
A precipitation in making
Waiting for the requisite temperature and pressure
To get down as raindrops
Upon the lovely mountain top

Similar droplets at her window
Nicely held though …


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April 11, 2016
For the Poetry Contest : Elements Part 3 : Water
Hosted by : Brian Davey

Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2016

Details | Quatrain | |

The Days are Water

The days are water
trickling by,
dripping, dropping globules
falling from somewhere high,

past the clouds,
past the trees,
past the hands of the thirsty
trembling on their knees.

Copyright © Ekso Ekso | Year Posted 2014