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Details | Rhyme |

As he slept in tranquil dream, 
Suddenly he flew, it seemed. 
Thrown and landing on the floor, 
Shaking walls and splintered doors. 

Just as quick, the room grew still. 
Distant tremors he could feel. 
Out the door, and up the rock, 
There he stood in sleepy shock. 

How could oceans disappear. 
Then a hissing he could hear 
And a trembling, heavy roar 
Headed for an empty shore. 

Sunrise turned a greenish hue, 
As he climbed, a better view. 
Seeming far too large, he saw 
What must be a water wall. 

Thought of ancient stories told 
Of a wrath that could unfold; 
Sucking oceans with a breath, 
Spewing endless waves of death. 

Instinct quickly cleared his mind. 
Panic now, he clawed and climbed. 
Up, despite the screams he hears, 
As a village disappears. 

Once an evil came to call, 
Scooped them up and took them all. 
Now he's old, his stories wane, 
Of the morning Satan came.


Gene Bourne 
08-18-14


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Copyright © Gene Bourne | Year Posted 2014




Details | Lyric |
I watch the ocean waves from underneath it all.
Deep down.
It's getting harder to breathe.
This water makes its way into my lungs.
You're suffocating me.
Asphyxiation.
Just leave me here, you haven't changed at all.
You fall apart, every time you start.
Just start realizing you can't replace the hole that you put in my heart.
One last breath to say goodbye.
I'll tell myself a final lie.
"I'll make it out alive."
The only thing that can feel this hole is the water that buries me at sea.
It'll feel the void, complete me.
Will I ever feel my limbs again? 
Is this the end of my suffering? 
I don't feel like waking up.
I can't wake up.
I can't see the sunrise anymore.
I have sunken to the ocean floor.

Copyright © Logan Saucillo | Year Posted 2009

Details | Free verse |
If the lovely breeze had a name
we could drift together as two dandelion wishes
floating wanton on foamy winds.
If the river were rolling, gently
we could slide in and swim
for hours, without rushing
and love is like that.
Love is like still water
standing so deep in a vessel
 yet so easily broken upon the smallest of stones;
scattered, and yet-
from this another river begins
(as you begin)
How lovely if you had a name
I would call out to you
and I would hear your reply as
the wind blowing, the water rushing
and not your echoes
 as you trickled across so many small, jagged stones

Copyright © Meggan Rogalski | Year Posted 2006




Details | ABC |
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.

Copyright © ashley palmer | Year Posted 2012

Details | Rhyme |
In midst of night,
When I was deep in slumber,
The memory rattled,
Eyes sunk with fear,
Saw the houses crumble,
The trees tremble,
The thunder storm made me nimble,
The ocean in fumble,
Tried to reach me and hug me in grumble.

I went slowly to the balcony,
Tried to reach out to see this mesmerized agony,
The agony was far from imagination,
It’s a terrifying situation,
God is slowly destroying its creation.

The waves shook the landscape,
The geography is jeopardized,
The houses drowned,
And with it are the people,
Cries of the birds,
Made the atmosphere filled with shrill,
The painful and subdued voice of the animals,
Made it sure of their fatal deaths.

The water is beneath,
Thunderstorm is above it,
No place for shelter,
The houses gradually decreased,
With water slowly increased,

I saw human beings floating in it,
I knew some of them, were also in it,
Saw the animals gradually going deep in it,
Trees are getting shaved,
Houses are getting razed,
The plateau near my house is gone beneath.

The things happened so quickly,
And it was so horrifying,
that I forgot my own situation,
Now I am in pain and sorrow,
for what I have seen slowly,
Happening beneath my eyes.

With this grief and agony in my heart,
I turned back to get inside the house,
But I was knee deep in water,
And the water is rising faster,
I am late in making my action,
Now my life and my existence is in jeopardy,
And with the flashes of the scenes running back and forth,
Made me cripple,
I wasn’t able to run,
I gradually gave up to the faith, 

But when I saw the death creeping near to me,
A terrible fear ran through me,
My face became pale,
And the blood started drying up,
I started weeping and prayed to spare me,
But a dark shadow engulfed me,
And a terrible wave galloped me.

I was desperately moaning,
Then suddenly my eyes opened,
My bed was completely dripping from the sweat,
For few minutes I couldn’t make out what’s going on,
But then I realized that it was a dreadful dream.
I closed my eyes and prayed to God,
Thanked him that it was a dream.

Copyright © Partha Pal | Year Posted 2008

Details | Rhyme |
(Another old, childhood poem.)

Do you remember the old water well,
constructed of wood, stone, shingles, and clay?
It still stands in the dell --
old, decrepit, and gray.
Bordered by flowers of varying hues,
it serves as an altar to a lonely recluse.
The old water well where once we did meet
lies crumbling in dust, a hermit's retreat.

Copyright © Leo Larry Amadore | Year Posted 2011

Details | Free verse |
Your glorious emerald eyes 
Glisten in the moonlight 
Glisten in the moonlight 
Delight dances in the water
I watch it joyfully
You are set free from the cage...
You're like a dove soaring in the sky
You are the rain...
drizzling down in ecstasy 
A hint of ecstasy is shown in your reflection...
When you caress me... I'm relieved... 
From the stress that forced me in chains
I knew we'd be on the brighter side of tomorrow 
We're glistening in the moonlight 
I knew we'd become candles in the heavens above us
We're glistening in the moonlight
For a moment, I felt your presence...your radiant with sympathy 
I saw at first glance the dark side of you
Tonight, we'll be together and fly through the horizon 
We'll watch the sunset say its last goodbye...
We'll wave a greeting at the moon! 
We glisten in the moonlight...
What if I was as handsome as the lion...
Roaring with pride and pure courage
What if we were glistening in the moonlight?
Would it bring health to our bones tonight?
Would it make our heart rejoice and overflow with delight?
Would we be able to survive this horrifying plight?
Would we be shimmering like a candlelight?
We're glistening in the moonlight... (6)
Ohh...yeah...ooh yeah...ooh yeahh...
We reach to the stars and hope we can trace a shooting star
I feel the coolness run down my fingers...
We're glistening in the moonlight
You're the dandelions in the fields
You're the gorgeous view that I marvel at everyday
When you kiss me, I live my dreams
We glisten in the moonlight
In a quick moment, I sense a feeling of endless renewal 
I roam inside of your illuminating maze 
Glow on... sunshine... 
Glow on...sunshine...
Glisten in the moonlight...
Listen to the truth and rub it in
You are ravishing like the sunset
But you're ascending while I'm descending
I feel extremely guilty
I wish I could glisten with you in the moonlight
You're glistening in the moonlight (6) 
Ohhh yeahh... oohhh yeahh... ohh yeahh
You're glistening in the moonlight (4)
We go our own way
I wish we can glisten like the moon
Glisten like the sun 
There's a dream concealed inside of me...
Reveal your light and pour it upon me
You glisten in the appealing moonlight
While I'm subsiding... you're fulfilling your dreams
Of gliding across the horizon 
You're independence... keeps on scorching with satisfaction
While I'm below you... 
Your emerald green eyes
Stared me down like a hawk...
Your emerald eyes
Gaze down at me genuinely...
I wish we could flee together in reality...
That could be a possibility
To glisten in the moonlight in glee
We were glistening in the moonlight (3)
But that was only a dream...
I'll pray that it turns into a reality
We were glistening in the moonlight 
Now, I've misplaced my delight...
Will I ever experience such a brilliant night?

Copyright © JW Earnings | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku |
full river unleashed

innocent victims submerged

path of destruction left

Copyright © Pam Deremer | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |




Hurricane Matthew Mother Nature's devastation, you leave behind with your rage Why do you leave so many homeless with your behavior? What had we all done to wake your havoc? The floodgates in the sky have opened. Like a thief you break-in violating homes, taking evening the leftovers The streets have turned to rivers, in rage caring everything in its path to their death Trees brought down like twigs as your breath leaps to speeds We whisper a silent prayer, "Still your heart" ~ unrestrained weather extensive devastation brings humanity 10/9/2016

Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |
Drowning in the pool of anguish…oh…oh…
I’m venturing into the forest…and I want to hear the words seep out 
Release these aching sorrows…I worry my soul’s drying out…
like a drought…
Drain out the fluids from my heart
It’s gouging me…bruising me to the core…

**chorus** 
Embrace the light…embrace the midnight sky…
You fall in my arms – you die so warm
Shed me more sun to lift up my spirits
From the…underground…and release me – I’m breathless
I’m drowning in doubt…ooh… oh… 


Remember me…I’m falling…into my swirling fate…hanging on the roots 
Strangling my heart…distorting in my veins… I’m bleeding so softly – cut out the wood…
Splintering me…I’m shattering… and I’m falling in the abyss
Bring me more radiance from my candle light
Warp me up in bliss…don’t let the midnight sky…don’t take away my delight
From the…ocean…and save me—save me…oh… oh…  I’m failing 

*chorus*

I’m drowning in regret…ooh..oh…
Hit the bull’s eye in my heart…embrace the light
And don’t leave me hanging in the abyss…hand me a kite!
Save me before I fall apart…shut out the night
And don’t let the dusk escape us…

I must confess…
I must confess…
I hate to see you abandon the light…
But I’m not the one to save you from the night
Ooh…ohh…

*Chorus* 

Splintering lies fill your heart 
I want to kiss it goodbye…
But you’ve mastered it like a piece of art
I want to kiss the abyss and die…
Dry… I wanna touch the sky with my whole soul
But I’m failing and the end of time has taken its toll
Tainted sorrow…swims around me…I dwell where the waters depart
But the anguish still swarms in my heart…
I’m failing…my heart stops beating
And my desires are fleeting
From my grasp
And the monsters laugh at me…as I fall… 

*chorus*

Embrace the midnight sky…catch me…catch me…
As I fall in death’s arms…I die so cold
And your heart is made of gold

Untangle the darkness & take away the nightmares 
Answer our prayers & block out the night 
Erase the heartaches & wipe away our tears
Unravel Your words of life & delight

Copyright © JW Earnings | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
Every civilization has depended on water,
our Earth without it would be another moon;
blue oceans secure this nation from invasions,
but also cause destructive storms and death.

There's no other planet like ours, its waters
invigorate plant life, seasons renew themselves;
who would live in an arid desert exposed to wind
with no precipitation, only sun? Who would survive?

Permeable roads allow water to easily flow
and not saturate the ground during storms,
watch it dripping from the rooftops and trees,
even the grass benefits from it, it stays green.  

We need water in our bodies to prevent hydration,
the more we drink it, the healthier we are indeed.
Crystallization occurs in winter when snow turns 
into ice; even lakes freeze, rivers stay in liquid form,
so do oceans and seas for us to watch in wonder.

Every drop of water counts, it is a requisite to sustain all life 
there's a vast shortage; droughts are caused by scarce
rainfalls, thousands will perish...others are forced to abandon 
their lands. Can flowers, grass and trees grow in dry soil? 
A land without water offers nothing, it's another wasteland.
Some of us are very lucky to live in prosperous countries,
it's a challenge when droughts hit, have compassion and help.

 

 

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |
I'm the water in the well, captured and still
Dwelling as I get my fill of infinite time to kill
There isn't no flow or nowhere for me to go
I can't even trickle, or meander slow

Stagnation has set in like a darkened sky
No one leans over wells these days to cry
And if you want to speak about far falling tears
I've not seen my wooden bucket for years

Copyright © Plant A Tree Poetry | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |
Where has all the water gone?
What is not poisoned is now in poor supply…
They call it “fracking,” a way of trapping
gas or oil for fuel to meet demands of energy.

     Our water on this earth is the gift of life,
     creating and sustaining it for all forms
     upon this wondrous self-sustaining world.
  
But technology…that is the world that
no other species knows about…
except for man…our demand
for fuel—the oil or gas, extracted 
in the process of this fracking…cracking…
the earth below, releases chemicals
into our precious flow of water there.

     And in the process we use up this 
     precious fluid in capturing our prize…
     even in areas already stretched thin by drought. 

The gift of knowledge…sometimes
we wonder if, in the balance of knowledge
and nature, it is perhaps not a gift at all…
for in the end, the needs that our gifted
wisdom demands will upset the balance 
that the endless force of nature commands.

     Where has all the water gone?
     What is not poisoned is now in poor supply.
     The gift of knowledge?

The doom of greed.
Where has all the water gone?


© Sandra M. Haight 2014 
   All Rights Reserved

~5th Place~
Contest: Global Poetry: Fracking's affect on the water table.
Sponsor: Debbie Guzzi
Judged 12/1/2014

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2014

Details | Dramatic Verse |
The wind blew events all over the place.
Intense emotions and it gave chase.
Lightning lighting to show us the sky.
People try to sleep and not cry.
Wisping by the wind keeps us awake.
The time trying to sleep the storms take.
Chills in everyone gives all shiver.
The clouds surrounded by moonlight is silver.
Heavenly prayers that the rain will stop.
The flood stopped a car the person in it was a cop.
People have seen such devastation.
The road that people made was week in creation.
Rivers near by was over flowing.
Trees that were there was not showing.
By the hour it claimed many.
My father woke up and did not see any.
Floating by was a boat.
Keeping people above water and a float.
My father kept a canoe.  
That some day we would use it, that he knew.
Time to paddle up and down the street.
The rain water kept getting on our seat.
It was so dark after the moon was behind the cloud.
Still the noise of thunder still covered the ears loud.
The smell of moist water never seem to go away.
My brothers seem to still sleep anyway.
My head was bobbing up and down.
I was so tired that I could not hear a sound.
The wind blew back and fourth.
It seems that my mom and dad paddle their worth.
Till all the people we saw with grace.
Help us out with embrace.
The time was so late at night.
Everyone was so sleepy and losing sight.
The fight with the weather was so hectic.
The feelings of energy was electric.
Losing to such natural disaster is hard to understand.
When people working hard to block the river with bags of sand.
With hard workers like my mom and dad.
They make things happen that is not bad.
Rough with weather they experience more than ever.
Leaders they are they are very clever.
From the night light of street lights to the morning glow.
The wind did not stop so.
Bringing in more clouds that ill.
The people who were still tired still had will.
The rush of water and waves blasting push the wall side.
Pushing and the force brought water inside.
The battle of our hour was getting long.
Backup people came to aid us was strong.
Rested they were to keep everyone with hope.
The people stopped the water with the strength of rope.
Heavy rain and loss of homes bring people together.
It is kind of sad that this was the only time to gather.
Chaos comes happiness how true.
This is why we are human that gives us a clue.
It is our nature to keep rain falling.
To know when it is time for our calling.
The winds bring such pain and sorrow.
That is why rain sometimes fallow.







Copyright © Reynaldo Mast | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

It’s getting a little warm in here
I’m wondering is there heat somewhere near?

The animals are causing quite a  stir
I hope it’s not to warm with their fur.

I’m here to keep them warm at night
And safe as I can until daylight.

I fear something is definitely wrong
Hopefully someone will check before long.

It’s really getting hot in here
It’s a fire that I most fear.

My structure seems to be getting weak
It’s safety the animals seem to seek.

Oh finally the fire trucks have arrived
Now maybe everyone can be safe inside.

Oh dear, what did I hear them say
They are out of water on this terrible day.

The animals safety for them I pray
I can hear the horses as they neigh

No longer can  I hold this frame
I guess it is the lack of water I can blame


Contest:  Out Of Water
Sheri Fresonke Harper
2/17/15

Copyright © Janet Eaton | Year Posted 2015

Details | Triolet |
her alabaster lips did drown
the sea with rage that fateful dawn.
how beautiful with skin so pale,
her alabaster lips. did drown
the roar of waves and shredded sail.
Poseidon's wrath on human pawn.
her alabaster lips did drown.
the sea with rage that fateful dawn...

Copyright © Samuel Robinson | Year Posted 2013

Details | Didactic |
            What Ocean

Oceans rise because they have to leave now
What goes up stays up as a matter of science
This planet soon will be all consumed in dryness
Giant columns of water are in a rage to go
They look normal crashing on the shore and rocks
A force stronger than nature lifts them up and through

Seas once crept up to claim the shore
Their world became defined in liquid blue
Clinging to rocks, sweeping the sands
Taking time to reclaim the land
After all, oceans occupied most of the world
Filled in what ground could not                                                                        

But when they rise above the buildings and the mountains
Soon, life as we know it, must disappear                     
Something must be up for all oceans to simply go nowhere

It takes only seconds for waves to become air born
Taking lakes, rivers, rains, leaving landscapes torn
Billions upon billions of gallons rise higher than known tides
Every drop of water on the Earth absorbed into the void
Exits through the atmosphere, to another place

More than the liquid blue it is, what we are used to, is through
Our lives and meanings are being torn in two
The blue marble has turned from blue to brown
Earth is one big desert now alone among the rocks
With not one drop of water left 

Land does not understand or care what happened here
As it takes shape to redefine
Surface world fills in with solids, objects and moving things of beauty
Temporary things like trees and flowers shining about the obscene matter
Water is no longer there to fill their needs and soon they perish

Rocks, hills and mountains reveal the cracks and show so vivid now
Displace oceans at a time, over time, rising to reclaim their own
Molten lava will burn and etch 
Air and wind have always been there too

Seas rolled out into the black of outer space
No one has a clue but wonder why
 
Only waves and water rise to the occasion of existence
Laws of science and nature fade away
Fly out there with no resistance with oceans bold against the cold unknown
Everything else is fictitious driven by nothing but surprise at what is missing

Mountains held back a flood of tears one time
There is nothing left to mourn for, after seas demise  
Impossible to shout or cry with no oceans wet
But who can forget the rolling foaming mammoths
Seas even took the last rain drops with them when they left
It is all too deep and blue to fathom
We wish them well and happy splashdowns on other planets
              

Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014

Details | I do not know? |


The Sieve of Time



Cast ashore,
along the banks of time,

whirling through the passing years,
clinging to my futile scribbles set in rhyme,


Cast ashore,
thrust into an unrehearsed pantomime,

clenching slivers of joy as weariness descends,
lulled into a peaceful slumber exhilaratingly sublime.


Cast ashore,
hazily adrift, a dandelion seed on the wings of time,

trapped in the sieve of spiralling memories,
caught between pristine bliss, and reeking slime.


Cast ashore,
flung aside for no discernible crime,

my human heart thuds with elusive hope,
though battered, bruised, and covered in grime,

I stagger ashore, 

alone,

embracing each moment of detached, oblivious time.


Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013

Details | Didactic |
the skies are broken
and the winds ravage mad
bringing famine clad
which stir awake our ecosystem to cry

weeping tears-falling hot-
and the ecosystem destroyed clean-
clings to its last strength
while malicious man continue the strangle:

come with that cup of water
for my flower shivers cold in thirst
bring it and let me water it
else it shall fail and
                      no flower shall my lover gain

Copyright © Gerald Nforche | Year Posted 2011

Details | I do not know? |
i see an ocean wave crashing with no mercy
destroying everything in its path
i see an ocean wave killing other people
swallowing their houses and their life
all of what they worked for 
is now gone,
nobody can save what under the water now
this one wave took everything
killed all of their dreams and hopes
but still it did it so gracefully
that it made me hope
it made me think of flowers
in an open field
flowers so colorful
that even when their asleep
they take your breath away
from the beauty they unleash
a beauty so disastrous
that it kills everything in their path?!!
wow, this beauty's like a curse on earth
it serves as well
but at the same time it kills are hearts
the hearts of people filled with dreams
well, none of that matters now
because their dead and so is their dream
some may have thought of college
after a four year high school degree
they all had hopes just like you and i
well now they dont even have a home 
to look out of the window on a long dreadful night
but those who made it out alive 
they can still dream 
in fact they can make it happen
build a knew hope far away from the water far away from the light
they may even escape the cold dreadful nights
but its useless because even in the desert will they live
a hurricane will start the grief again
so you keep building, keep achieving
going nowhere with your life 
just remember you can never run enough
to hide from the wrath of God


Copyright © aleksandra ivanova | Year Posted 2011

Details | Rhyme |
Something to do. Each time I look at you, I wonder how it is that I'll fix this. The broken mind that is mine can I make the repairs, Before you lose your interest. I’m bent from this business Of begging forgiveness, while frantically running around putting out fires. You are my modulation as I hold out for hope. Once consumed by substance Now bailing water from my metaphorical tug boat. Dragging you along, against the current. To give up, would be Giving the water it’s way. That’s why I beg for one more chance, Please stay. Something to do. Like random nuts & bolts in a jar, You know the right size can’t be far. I just have to dig around in this damn jar. Something to do. This is always the case. My heart was always in the right place. Complacent was the world around me. My art, brought me bounty. I digress, and ask that you look How it is that you found me. You could actually count on me. People loved to hear the sound of me, But that was before my grounding. Something to do. Clipped wings I dive bombed into the sand. If I had broken a body part It would've been a hand. Mending my wounds, this is my job now. One day ill make you proud.

Copyright © jay o'neal | Year Posted 2011

Details | Quatrain |
It has been many years since his daughter was lost
If he could bring her back he would at all costs
Ever since that day he has wandered and roamed
Turned his back on his family and their loving home

His life on the road left him disheveled and broke
When he thinks back to the past it leaves him in choke
Another day on his lonesome travels
A stranger he meets and their discussions unravel

This old man he has met all mysterious and dark
Told him of times going back as far as the Ark
Tales of the Templar's and Merlin the Magician
After hearing the mans story he began to begin

       "I lost my daughter a number of years ago
        She drowned whilst on holiday under a still water flow
        I couldn't comprehend the loss of her life
        The pressure of living, I left my home and my wife"

   "What would you do if your girl could be returned
    Have you ever wondered if fate could be unearned
    If this was possible, would you offer your life
    For your daughter to return to her mother your wife"

   "Remember, many years have passed her death by
    For her past to be relived, there is a reply
    Knights of the ages will descend from their dark
    They will then strike you down, as you begin your embark"
  
       "My life I have not lived for many a year
        For me to lose mine, I gladly volunteer
        I will die happy for all eternity
        Knowing my daughter will grow old, as it should be"

The old man chants a script of the past
Of an ancient time when fate was cast
The power of they to be able to reverse
To balance their return, they have to reimburse

   "Midnight skies will turn to purple cobalt blues
    Six Templar Knights will stand and surround you
    At your request they will strike you down
    On the sixth stroke, you will face your death gown"

   "A light will appear of which you'll travel through
    But before you do, a young girl runs to you
    Your daughter, in pink and red will run from the light
    She'll run through your soul, as your sleep starts tonight"

The old mysterious man continues on his way
As he passes a house on a hot Summers day
In the garden there sits, a daughter and mother
Discussing the loss of her father, as they begin to recover

She tells of the day whilst on holiday years ago
My husband your father, lost under a still water flow
As we comprehend the loss of his life
Leaving behind his daughter and wife




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Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2010

Details | Prose Poetry |
The wind was blowing when she left the city...

I believe it was twenty below...

Where she was going she already knew...

But... first she had things she had to do...

Get rid of the body that was clear....

There were no options, it had to disappear....

The heater was broken and blowing cold air...

She could feel the ice, building up in her hair..

She had cleaned up the blood as best she could...

As she had hit him hard with that log of wood...

All she had asked him, was to light a fire...

To take off the chill in the house....

Do it yourself if you are cold...he snapped

And while you’re at it get me a cold beer...from the fridge..




It was early morning when she finally arrived at the bridge..

This was his favourite fishing spot...

She pushed his body off the pier...along with his ice cold beer..

And suddenly began to shiver and sneeze.....

Oh well, she said...this too shall pass..

When I get to the Florida Keys..


PS..this is the first in a series..watch for part 2.."gator bait..the dream "









Copyright © kj force | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
The water. 
It ripples and waves.
Its soothing to the touch and it runs over your body like an invisible blanket.
When life is too much to take I run to the water.
I've thought about lost loved ones over the view of the ocean.
As the waves ran over my toes and pulled back it was as if God was telling me I'm here.
I see your pain. I see your passion. In time I will wash them away.
When it rains, it stirs something inside of my heart. I know that as this storm shall pass, so will the trials of life.
The pain will be washed away. All will grow new again.
Pain is water.
Joy is water.
Life it water.
Water is beauty.

Copyright © Misty Hoot | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
paint a picture of a landscape thats surreal to reality
a place that you could never imagine
where water flows to the sky
and the rain comes from the ground
no trees for cover
no mountains to gaze at
just water flowing through the ground
ripping life away from all it encounters
in this picture there is no ground
no solid place to fall on
its just a free fall to no where

Copyright © Ryan Spina | Year Posted 2010

Details | Sijo |



Flood affected millions -
people extended helping hands

Many relief camps opened
to provide food, water & clothes

Some brought their kids along to teach -
"True pleasure is in giving"


(C) Anindya Mohan Tagore (Bobby)


Copyright © Anindya Mohan Tagore | Year Posted 2015

Details | Quatrain |
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

Details | Light Poetry |
                                                                   Water In My Eyes

It’s hard to take off, when you’re left grounded.  Something lost I can’t find it.
 I can’t see my way anymore, I need a guide

                                               “Hard to see with water in your eyes”

A feeling that comes over you, it comes and goes 
Often now putting me to my knees, a thirst for knowledge has grown.
Interpretations given to me, I want to fly but I’m stuck on the ground is what I realized.
I can’t see my way anymore, I need a guide


                                                “Hard to see with water in your eyes”

You carry those you lost and offer you in their place, all you have are the memories a heart ache, a still picture of their face. Quest for knowledge you have shown, you can only save yourself when it’s time to kneel at the thrown. Interpretations given to me, still unable to fly I can’t see my way anymore, I need a guide


                                                      “Hard to see with water in your eyes”

Arms out reached in front of me, waiting for a touch back to assist and help guide me, I know your there even in the open air, as the breeze passes by pushing out the water in my eye.
 Looking to the sky before it drips drops and it freezes. As u notice only your sign the one only you can see. If you found it it’s meant for you to continue to believe. Before you know it you’re looking up into the sky. You see clearly through a dry eye. No more needs God has heard you and now he will guide you.

Walking a set path try to live a life right. God will always give you your way of sight.
Keeping faith is all for just such a reason. It’s nice to see through all life’s seasons. But almost daily it gets blurry and things change size.







                                                      “Hard to see with water in your eyes”
                                                                                 By Paul J Williams Sr
                                                                                 

Copyright © Paul Williams | Year Posted 2012

Details | Verse |
Within pain’s marrow are the tears that bloom tomorrow’s dreams

               Sand and Water – Beth Nielsen Chapman
                                ~13 Dec 2015~


          https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k-kvYYPYWFg

Copyright © david mohn | Year Posted 2015

Details | Ballad |
A snow white flower shines in the soft light of a silent meadow. The words that you speak I shall forever echo. A lost love in the dark of the night. They all look your way, but are you blind? Can you not see the beauty of me? I echo your words, I echo your call; can you not hear the silent voice of me at all? I cannot whisper your name, my voice is gone. Silent I shall ever stay, until you speak again. My laughter shall sneak from my lips, until the last word has been spoken, Silent shall I stay again. Silver snowflakes fall in the glory of the dawn. My words are forever caught up hanging silently in my throat, strangling, dangling horridly on my cold lips. A mirrored reflection stares coldly back at you. The water paints a beautiful picture, golden and shining in the crystal spectrum. Will you fall to the hopeless masterpiece inside? Don't give into the lies that haunt your mind, can't you see that you're beautiful again? Beautiful until the end. You see me standing, afraid to think; so you speak. Can I echo your name? Can't you see that I'm afraid to breathe tonight? I'll always recall your words. With you, I shall never be alone. I won't let you go, though your desire is to be gone. In my heart you will forever live on. Farewell you bid unto the world. Farewell I echo to you. I choke in the invisible tears. The reality kills me as I drink in the truth of my deepest fears. Why Narcissus? Why my true love? Why you? Silver snowflakes fall in the glory of the dawn. My words are forever caught up hanging silently in my throat, strangling, dangling horridly on my cold lips. A mirrored reflection stares coldly back at you . The water paints a beautiful picture, golden and shining in the crystal spectrum. Will you fall to the hopeless masterpiece inside? Don't give into the lies that haunt your mind, can't you see that you're beautiful again? Beautiful until the end. I found a flower near the enchanted pool. You placed it there for me, didn't you? Forever the echoes cry out in my mind. Farewell Narcissus, until we meet again. Farewell, I'll see you whenever my time here comes to an end. Farewell, we shall be together again.

Copyright © Cayla Carr | Year Posted 2012