In the Christmas Freeze of 1983
Mama thought she lost her Oleander tree
Some called it a “bush,” but at 14 feet tall
Its shadow cast wide on her home’s southern wall
How she mourned the loss of this beloved plant
She begged the Lord for any blessing He’d grant
The freeze ended soon, though her tree appeared dead
The scent of water each day clung to its bed
On January twenty-fourth, the call came
Dad said mom entered God’s heavenly domain
A neighbor had found her, lying in the yard
Next to remnants of a plant she’d not discard
In May a miracle appeared to occur
The strong plant revived, as if waiting for her
*True occurrence based on my mother’s death, January 24, 1984.
Poem written July 12, 2014
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2014
Youthful dreams of very rich future
A life to enjoy planet's water pure
Kingdoms and powers are offered to him
As he drinks crystal (clear) water filled to brim
Lush green grass grows wild by the cool clear stream
Softens the pleasant place to dream his dream
Most beautiful place on this hemisphere
Will remain when thoughtful living adhere
The dream he dreams is to rule the whole earth
Where live in a great gold gilded city he'll birth
Then he changes goes wild having his fling
Soon forget reasons for his rule to bring
Lost in the power, influence, shiny gold
If only __a different story told
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2010
MERMAID'S FLIGHT: A Collaborative Sea Sonnet
Poseidon drew up from the salty sea,
a silver splash of wave from Earth to Moon.
Sailor appealing Neptune's pride of three,
gazed down fantasizing mermaid's kiss soon.
Great sea-storm surge may eternally faze,
sweet paradise in lonely sailor's dreams.
Then lifted is she from the coral maze,
held in riptides and pressed in boiling streams.
Then up he rides on his seahorse untamed,
and captures her mad from his winded ride.
From dark sea depth's hold, sweet mermaid unnamed,
in sailor's arms, Neptune can not abide.
He named the sprite and kissed her full and well,
from heaven's grasp he gained the star that fell.
By Robert J. Lindley & Edlynn Nau
© May 12, 2016
Note-- Has been a great pleasure to create this poem with my very talented friend,
Edlynn's ideas and creativity are a breath of fresh air to a tired old poet...
My sincere thanks my friend.....
SORRY FOR THE DELAY DUE TO MY MOTHERS ILLNESS AND MY TIME THUS SPENT.
Family first, I know you understand.. Thanks
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016
Kingfishers So Deeply Water Diving
The moon filled nights are now waiting
In a sky filled to its fullest view
As life catches the fish we are baiting
Hope brings love forth once again anew!
Sweet trees are now ripe and bearing
Huge fruit destined to be our gift
Faith and love are both softly caring
For streams flowing with us so very swift!
Future days await our faithful arriving
Hours we spend storing our hopes in dreams
Like Kingfishers so deeply water diving
Sweetest loves flow in the brightest streams!
Forever our hopes hold us in this deep embrace
We that love God and accept his eternal grace!
Robert J. Lindley, 07-23-2015
Note- Forgive me for being on a sonnet blitz and writing so many as of late.
This was written tonight and posted on another forum where I moderate a Creative Writing sub-forum.
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015
Water falls in drops of liquid pearl
Landing on my head first
Then down my nose and my shoulders
Dripping down my members.
In thirst I lift my head up to drink
The water descends cleansing
Taking in its flow all the toxins
And leaves a revived sense of being.
The words You softly whisper in my mind
Are like water of the purest kind
They take away my fears at night
And make me feel so alive.
For Your love is like a spring of life
That ever flows from on high.
Copyright Nov. 2011
Copyright © Caroline Cécile Delacroix | Year Posted 2011
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
THE SCENT OF WATER
Forlorn, distance roots between you and I;
Carve 'neath fire silhouettes buried grief;
Burn then blurred by irrational mischief;
Has crimson love gone pale and soon may die?
Trampled with reasons leaving us tongue tie;
Falling, slowly falling, is marriage leaf...
Amor ebbing , ebbing, like a thief.
Divorce papers rocketing quite, quick high!
Heaven knows, flaws, deaden raw I want fix;
Reckon blows, glow, freshen love flow essence;
Leaden float the scent of water,redden snow mater.
Lessons learned bestow order resins of brighter hello;
Father God, bless aglow each corners in progression...
July 14, 2014
Sponsor Poet Destroyer A
Contest Name one sad poem
5th place, to God be the glory.. :)
***Inspired with the verse theme: John 14: 7-9 and the movie "FIREPROOF"...
Copyright © Olive Eloisa Fraser | Year Posted 2014
In the watery bed I float along
Soothing thoughts swirl aimlessly in my head
Blue green melting into a lovely song
Whispering trickles of words to be said
Dancing so beautifully on the toe
Ballerinas drown on their timely own
Spinning in circles big little and low
Wonderful and flowing let it be known
Small asters and rose petals float about
The aquatic surface so pure and smooth
Ripples and waves forcing me in and out
The differences in motion break and move
Watery eyes gazing into the sun
My journey of wet life has just begun
Copyright © Dana Christou | Year Posted 2015
The trees expand right over the water
Bringing awe, perfect brightness to the sound
The free-flowing brook moves swiftly over
Eyes can capture the young feelings abound
I enjoy the emotion that’s around
Loving of nature is proudly encased
Moisture by the emanating fog's sound
Towards a peaceful life that’s interlaced
I will always go cherish this day here
No other time nor place can sure compare
And my heart will always exist right here
Forever I will swim these fields and lairs
Tenderly open your eyes towards me
So when I come near, you can surely see
Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2014
Peacefully she sits on her paddleboat
In the sunlight she keeps herself afloat
She sees her reverse image on water
This allows her boat to teeter-totter
She places her hand onto the still pond
Lifts her head as she begins to respond
The sunlight beams on her with a warm ray
Illumines everything outside today
She opens her picnic basket for food
Her meal eaten puts her in a good mood
The sound of the pond, you can hear the bugs
As on the surface they come and slightly buzz
The scene is dramatic, very tranquil
She wants to stay here, where she is grateful
Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2013
He was a large soldier, standing well over six feet.
In World War II; imprisoned in the Philippines.
Thousands perished on the Bataan Death March.
They were brutally beaten; starved and parched.
Wanting to give up, during this sixty five miles.
Thoughts of his wife, Helen; her beautiful smile.
They had vowed to be each others help mate.
He would press on, with a slow, painful gait.
Knowing she was praying for him gave him strength.
Tho thousands of miles apart, their hearts still linked.
Their marriage, like the oak tree; its' roots were very strong.
He was a skeletal seventy-eight pounds when he returned home.
When he was certain he could simply go no farther.
His lovely wife Helen became his scent of water.
*This is a true story about one of my husbands cousins, Helen and her
husband. She has dedicated her life to helping find POWS or their remains. She
works tirelessly and has helped numerous families. I am honored to know her. I never knew him. He had gone to heaven before I met my husband.
July 16, 2014
Contest: Scent of Water
Sponsor: Faye Gibson
Copyright © Arlene Smith | Year Posted 2014
Flames of life erupt as hot grief
In dragon’s breath, hatched a Fuji
Reaching high, draped in white sari
Earthly beauty stands o’er lives brief.
From pristine airs of lofty heights
Capture the cooling breaths of snow
Inhale the vistas fine below
As fire, your soul will dance delights.
Meander slow with water's flow
Be soothed in sounds of gentle drops
And float as the wind on soft breeze
Soar with stars by a fire’s warm glow
Elements’ treasured make time stop
Your life’s passion, with fire, go seize!
(4/26/2016 – Italian Sonnet)
Copyright © San Woo | Year Posted 2016
Walk through the woods, a bright and bracing day.
October morn aglow with dawn's first light.
A narrow trail will guide me on the way
toward some pools where late-fall bass will fight.
The hike along this river is sublime.
Among bright colored groves of hardwood trees.
The waters trickle softly keeping time.
Alluring me with autumn's bold decrees.
The spots where waters flow past deeper pools,
are tranquil and they stir my fishing zest.
I tie a lure then free my line and spool,
to see if man or fish will prove they're best.
I tarry on this day not just to fish.
To wade such sparkling waters grants a wish.
Copyright © Brian Baumgarn | Year Posted 2015
The shadow on the crystal lake water
Comes from a young girl very sweet and pure
She’s a charmer, people want to see her
For her skin’s so smooth, and her smile’s a lure
Eyes that sure resemble puppy dog’s eyes
Her soft hand makes ripples where water lies
Tenderly she brings water to her face
No part of her body is out of place
Droplets drip down her face and to her heart
Allowing those around to see beauty
Her presence is very cute to impart
No one can deny her inner psyche
Sadly she will never stay at this age
I’ll always love my girl, at any stage
Entered into Dana'lynn Smith's "In The Meadow" contest
Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2013
The river is so calm, flows with such great ease
It does move, but only when there is a breeze
I feel like taking a dip in the water
But most people would wonder what’s the matter
It seemed like a good idea for Sunday
Knowing its Easter, its cold, I say no way
I’m a little crazy, but not that insane
I sure would not do something quite this inane
The water still looks pristine and beautiful
I still put my toes in the water, prideful
It takes me aback, but I love the cool feel
It makes me feel alive, and know that I’m real
Someday soon I will go for a swim in here
When it is warmer, the best time of the year
Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2013
Rivers roll, across the lands
and their song is heard, by many ears.
While oceans roll, upon the sands
and cry their crystal tears.
The tides will help to cleanse the earth;
sand-showers; they are free.
Though ocean-lands, may have a wide girth;
the tides will find it, yes siree!
Water is the source of life;
a precious, roaming gift.
A lack of water, produces strife
and sands, they cannot shift.
So pray, the rain, will always come.
To water’s music; life must hum.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2014
From my window, down the Glen I look
Amidst forested slopes, a stretch of water lies
Seeing it once can leave the viewer hooked
I now know why it's hard to bid goodbye
Wandering far, limpid blue loch says hello
It's sublime beauty seizes my leisure walk
Alongside whisky coloured grass that grows
Teeming trees, as the scene greets me in flock
Candy fluffy clouds, glide above her waters blue
Caressing cliffs, shading all for free
Bluebells scents satiates my sense so true
It's crystalline fluid beckons me to spree
Whether one is local, or a holiday tourist
The loch freezes the eye so one can't resist
Written by, Olive Eloisa Giullermo & James Fraser
Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2014
An active storm forecast for Hurricane Season
Sandbags, evacuations can save people’s lives
But offshore in black water a new threat now thrives
Inland states may suffer too, here’s the reason
Storms gain power in Gulf seas betrayed by treason
Soaking up dark sea’s moisture, such power derives
Will tropical cyclones carry black rain like knives
Giving inland farm crops, city streets a greasin’
The man-made drilling well still spews oil that floats
But the clouds of great storms may be darker this year
Murky sea water now lies in the Gulf storms’ path
Ma Nature has an aerial view as she gloats
Remains of dinosaurs fill hurricanes with fear
Bitter justice abounds in a defiled earth’s wrath
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2010
Immerse me Lord beneath the salty sea
send me bubbles of love that sparkle blue
Shoot me to the top aqua pure and free
As I plunge so vulnerable deep viewed
the channels of life's paths I do not flee
whimpering in distress bottomward brewed
while evil oozes in a whisper plea
don't let me skid among bedrock subdued
baptize me of passion while by my side
hug me as I cling to the rushing tide.
copyright 9/15/15 Tammy Reams Contest sponsored by: Heather Ober 'My Favorite Form'
Contest Sponsored by: 'Broken Wing Trashed #2'
Copyright © TAMMY REAMS | Year Posted 2015
Against the sky, the weathered land now sinks
as water pours its force upon the earth
'til mossy glades become the tattered links
between the ocean's rim and mountain's girth.
A drought creates the stagnant puddle-scum
unfit to slake the thirst of man or ape
while life on earth will shrink and soon become
too weak to fight disease or seek escape.
Yet streams still flow with water fresh and clean
to nourish all of life within their range,
as pastures blossom, lush in verdant green,
from rain which curries earth in soft exchange.
As life cannot continue without breath,
a rainless land may gather only death.
Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014
Trees all flare some bright orange and yellow
Filaments of red spread where wind billows
Up in the sky shows the darker grey mass
Slightly blue expressed, shows autumn alas
A special tree wallows near a calm pond
Tree explodes colors like that from a wand
And reflects onto the water below
An image of itself reversed I know
Fall rules this passive, semi-cloudy day
Grey dominates the sky, blue comes its way
Pond ripples by the bugs on the surface
Flying across displaying its own pace
Autumn releases some grand dynasty
Peace is in the air, sends tranquility
Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2013
Another drop of water
Falls upon the grave of my daughter
As I Hear The Insane Laughter
Of the Devil
But Its was In the hands of the God Too slaughter
The flowers Of the Innocent petal
The Essences Still Young and feeble
Barley Old Enough To mould
The Body and soul have Gone Bitterly Cold
Now I hold A gun Across my temple Because I hear voices!
Repent My Sins Or stay In the lines Of law And Order
As I see the man Who killed my daughter
Revenge wont alter the story Or banish the pain
Trying too Vanquish My demons But I'm still left with the Anguish And hate
Wishing my little girl would appear today
And spread some sunshine of this world of Grey
I'm Lost Drowning In Depression, I lost my Essences
Plummeting Into thickness of the fog
I hope you don't hear these tear-drops
That descended, Kind of poetic
I hear raindrops On the ocean That are your Tears I cherish...
I how visions of you still here,Beside me
I hear your voice It says "Daddy... why are you crying"?
"Are you Upset? But "Are you really here"? I guess..
Not because she's not replying
There just noises whispering In my head
The doctor Says Its normal if your repress feelings
That's why you feeling depressed...
Today I'm just A drop Of water
I wish I felt There was more to life
Come tomorrow I'm be In the Ocean
Rising With Morning Tide.
Copyright © Jamie Walker | Year Posted 2016
Two crystal clear streams reach into the night
Give misty waves of intrigue to the eyes
Lazily falling from shadowy skies
Then explode in motion enhanced by lights
Suddenly the pool of water takes flight
Swaying and dancing, the droplets they shine
Those syncopated bursts perfectly timed
Sometimes in color, other times in white
That prismatic mist suspends in mid air
Left side then right side it sparkles and plays
Orgasmic excitement with lively tunes
Such exhilaration beyond compare
As quickly as it starts the water lays
Sleeping quietly reflecting the moon
March 2 2016 by Daniel Turner
Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2016
Death was upon the heart I gathered in
And I found my needs had no importance
All that I saw, diminished dreams again
Lost years faded, I'll never reverance
You offered me love to comfort my breath
A welcomed hand stretched to my withdrawal
To heal my world and torment my heart's death
Giving hope to slay the demons I saw
This gift of salvation poured from your heart
To cleanse my spirit from its weathered gray
With scent of water, its beautiful part
Grasping your hand tight, I asked you to stay
You found me dying and near my heart's tomb
Watered my soul, made it flourish and bloom
contest The Scent of Water
Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2014
The Scent of Water
When eternally living waters move in your veins
gone are life's many scars and very ugly stains
Air suddenly gifts joys and great happiness anew
blessings descend so quickly down upon you
Cool dawns eagerly await your early morning rise
time sends purpose , greater life that truly flies
Soul begins to sing out gayly both day and night
thirst quenched your mind and body takes flight
Gone are the dull miseries that kept you bored
as was gifted the "scent of water" from our Lord
Giving, sharing becomes exciting new way of life
exiting are the many little pains and daily strife
Eternal water quenches any and every desperate thirst
so drink up, drink to remove in your life the very worst.
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014
Gentle Wind Sonnet
East wind blew this far south today
gusts that soothed my weary soul
There at my sweet spot on the bay
sitting there in tree filled knoll
Songbirds singing to Spring's step
a melody of sun's splashing light
Beauty so fantastic I openly wept
dreading days ending into the night
Blossoms giving that fragrant smell
jostling branches right in tune
As if the earth rejoices to tell
fair weather right on into mid-June
Wind gusts that eased my old pains
gentle ones bringing no hard rains!
Robert J. Lindley, 04-25-2015
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015
Let me strip you from the morning dew,
It is spring: listen to the raising melody
in the garden, the daffodils bloom anew:
let me take your tears under my custody.
Down, a river runs between twin hills,
The wind tries to contest the water pace,
Howling and spinning blades of windmills:
as my fingertips drop down by your face.
Do not weep if you discover me dead,
Touch my cold lips: make our breath one,
on my gravestone, last words you read.
Join by my side on this grave: love is gone
to navigate on the stead water stream,
a man cannot dream twice the same dream.
Copyright © João Camilo | Year Posted 2012
It has been built beyond the last frontier
on salty marshland and on tidal streams
on visionary plans, on hopes and dreams
Here comes to rest the restless pioneer
The waves and wind inhabitants don’t fear
because the levee like a fortress seems
Although the water may rise to extremes
the stronghold by the bay will persevere
The city has the water in its veins
It flows for fish and man, past work and rest
In the Lagoon ends every waterway
And when it is the season for the rains
this landlocked sea is at is very best
and leads redundant water to the bay
Copyright © Niels Blomberg | Year Posted 2010
If only I could open up your eyes,
As waves and seas to see I am your man,
Your soul would flow with water of my cries,
Protecting me through storms as walls of damn.
I float to love like flowers float amidst,
Gardens of green on floors of summers earth.
I swim to you my love, as fishes kiss,
Through storm and rain, the womb of waters birth.
To let me drown would die my heart that beats,
A thousand sounds that sacrifice to swim,
My days would surface what hot deserts greets,
Dessert for death at dawn dried out and grim.
Oh what a pleasure love brings to the well,
Yet without water how love sings to hell.
Copyright © Johnny Sumler | Year Posted 2012
Lions from the sultan court have made their den
Water gurgles like roar from marble jaw
As if gilded with water as they glow
The crystal spills, with every roar, heard then
Motion felt, while in circle standing still
Lurking there, a quite stir could tease the beast
It seems as if their wild nature were missed
Standing back, awaiting a time for kill
In the sunshine, blazing with fiery hue
Waters sparkle as the marble tongues lick
Like fountain swords, in the sun light, they glow
Then melt into brooks, spurting in sharp streaks
As if the breeze from ripples made a shield.
Intricate craft, waters bear masters' skill
And fruits wellow, the hungry eyes, they fill
A sea of wonders, at which the heart thrilled
Trees of gold, magic spell must be right cause
Bewitched beholder, the wise mind is lost
the Birds turn to gold on branches as they pause
Quiet alight, as the bright tree is host
Lanterns and birds of gold adorn the trees
Alive they seem, about to take the air
Silver spills from their beaks a sound to please
Waters whisper, like real birds singing fair
Note :Arabic classic poetry is called Vertical poetry. with two lines divide by a short space, each line called ''House'' with the same number of syllables; which i transported here into a SONNET.
ten syllables each line.
***My own Translation and Diction from Sicilian'' Ibn Hamdis '' a discription of * El hambra*
Copyright © True Feeling | Year Posted 2016