While talking to the moon about my day
How strange, when from the east, a minstral wind
As sleeping trees began to gently sway
Dead leaves upon the ground found life again
I cast my gaze out o'er the rippling lake
The minstrel had my friend the moon entranced
Because, a billion tiny golden flakes
Were lost, as playfully he water danced
And yet somehow I didn't seem to mind
Though rudely interrupted by the winds
The moon and I can talk most any time
One reason he and I are such good friends
I wonder if you've ever had the chance
To watch the moon perform his water dance
by Daniel Turner
Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2017
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
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
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
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
In nights, in stillness those small hours
The clock’s quick hands caress me more
Than I can remember yours
Once held me close so long before
I am no lamb but still think: slaughter
Is what this is, and in despair
I turn to stone, my soul to water
You were so much, but never fair
I count the myriad smithereens
You left floating in the moonlight
Feeling in transit, Bedouin
Nowhere at home, fearing daylight
Your warm heart was a home to me
It’s cold now, lacks humanity
April 12, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017
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
A silver reflection on what looks like liquid glass.
A night almost as day.
The metallic hue of dew covered grass.
Steam gray/white in color slowly riseing from a lake while
shadows dance a midnight ballet.
When the moon touches water a brand new world is born.
A world never seen by sleeping human eyes.
A world that disappears when we sleeping humans rise.
Copyright © Edward McCall | Year Posted 2016
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
Curse this careless combustion of carbon,
a mindless muck-up of mankind's making.
Fuels from fossil oil, the prime problem.
Burnt in profusion, pollution producing
with lots of 'see o two' and 'aitch two o'.
We know about the burden of carbon
but where does all the water vapour go?
Just up into the air and then it's gone.
It adds to clouds where then it will condense
and give us torrential rain once again.
One more factor to make sea levels rise.
Ignoring this fact surely is insane.
But let us pretend there is no problem
and pass the mess on to our grandchildren.
Copyright © Tony Hargreaves | Year Posted 2016
Drink Thee, Cool Water From Hope's Bright, Clear Streams
( Hold True, Hope Shall Reward Thee )
Hope soars so far above earth's highest peak
miracles given the strong and the weak.
Rest thy weary soul in Hope's dear reprieves
not in man's vanity that so deceives.
In Love and Mercy's realms, Hope's truth resides
maintain thee faith to make colossal strides.
Obey thy heart, hold true to thy sweet dreams
drink thee, cool water from Hope's bright, clear streams.
Look forward in that O' so brilliant Light
walk thee not in blindness of despair's night.
In heart's deep desire, rests Hope's great treasure
by deep faith, receive thy fullest measure.
With candle lit, fear not night and dark pain.
On that true path, Hope will always remain.
Robert J. Lindley, 5-11-2017
Part Four- of Hope and its greatest treasures.
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 110
Note: This the fourth of the five to be written, was extremely hard for me to compose. I hope it has not disappointed and has maintained the high standard
of this 5 part composition on the great treasures Hope so often rewards the faithful.
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017
I spoke into the microphone, as tears interrupted my speech
The dread of public speaking, overcame me, like hearing a screech
Then I sort of rambled on, probably too fast for others to understand
In the background, the lake waves rolled in and lapped the land
The waves were easier to listen to, than my own words in the air
All the people in front of me standing in time, looking at me here
It is nice to be heard with significant things, but this is not my way
I’d rather have a pen in hand to be writing all that I have to say
Although, even with a speech with words stumbling and a few tears
It is to be remembered and was not nearly as bad as I feared
For all went well, as the weather delivered a perfect sunny day
Blue skies, slight breeze, lake filled with fun, all clouds drifting away
A cleansing, a commitment, verified in a speech to last forever more
As the smiles spread across faces and the lake waves lapped the shore
Copyright © Heidi Sands | Year Posted 2017
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 Guillermo - 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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
Hard may be the paths that are given to us
Harder still they may be, when we choose not their way
Yet, to abide to them we shall, always without any fuss
For we are after all lost, blind and we need to find our way!
This way that we do seek, is it not known as the end
The end word known as death, the end of life and love
If death be the end, then pray we do have faith on a ready stand
Of course, life, at the scent of water does evolve!
Holy water, sprouting from the root of mystery
Pray do come and lead us all
Take us there where all is holy
Where always we hear songs of the choral!
Life does not end with death, life gets renewed
In this world, or another, by the Holy One, it is always brewed!
Copyright © Anoucheka Gangabissoon | Year Posted 2014
Poseidon drew up from the salty sea,
a silver splash of wave from Earth to Moon.
High was the crest as it arced and fell free,
from the chilled night sky and onto the dune.
The sand danced ribbons across the shore,
it caught it's breath in the eye of a wave.
Then it rolled and thundered its silken score,
and dug a dune song in carving the cave.
From out of the dark and damp of the hole,
to slip past the shells and pools from the tide.
It oozed in white foam to swallow the knoll,
then pulled by the moon to start a new ride.
Full Moon in the night, it prowls like a cat,
to stalk the next swell, give rise, and fall flat.
By Edlynn Nau
© May 28, 2016
For the Contest: Pin A Sonnet On It
Sponsor: Janis Thompson
Copyright © Edlynn Nau | Year Posted 2016
Carnage of unrelenting desert sun
Sun bakes, flora are impermeable
Impermeable unlike those who run
Run to hydration, inevitable
Crystallization of sweat on their brows
Brows no longer yield precipitation
Precipitation in their prayers, and how
How requisite drink does invigorate
Invigorate the flagging runner’s mind
Mind looks for something to alleviate
Alleviate sun, rising from behind
Behind them, misery, ahead, mirage
Mirage of pools and fountains, soul carnage.
Chained Shakespearean Sonnet
Copyright © Tom Quigley | Year Posted 2016
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
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 © Lonely Shepherd | Year Posted 2016
Real friends, like brothers,
Like glue stick together
Forever, oath of crack,
To the limits and back.
When the clouds come in
And hope is thin,
They dont run for cover
Like feckless, reckless lovers.
Those bricks of hard trust
Laid so tight must
Be always remembered
And forever defended.
In loss the last straws are given,
To forget the past and be forgiven.
Copyright © James Fredholm | Year Posted 2016
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
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