Best Floodgates Poems

She remembers the shimmer
of one Sunday morning
The sun had grown dimmer
on the overcast seas
The color of yellow,
spread long amber fingers
And the sycamore trees 
cast strange somber shadows.

There was a threat in the sky
and the faint sound of thunder
Then a flash in the hills, in the...

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Bitter is the wind this night 
which tosses up the ocean tide
see how it opens up the floodgates 


8/ 17/ 2013  7:15pm...

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What strange cascades course down my spine -
invisible, unnameable, and as of yet, undiagnosed.
I only can liken them to rain or wind.
Sometimes they are as a shower -
pitter-pattering lightly down my back.
Other times they make a squall.
Rushing and gushing -
whether the currents be of rain...

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Open the Floodgates

Huddled together like one thousand tears
Or a million moons in one sky
Hundreds of vehicles, wreckage galore
Too many sad scenes make one cry…

Cancer cells, heartache, delusions, and pain
Or a million bags in the sea
Bundles of flowers knotted too tight
Packed immigrants yearn to be free…

Colors...

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Combatting attacks of spiritual dearth
My soul agonizes midst prayer plight
Yearning to be powered with divine might
As God opens floodgates of triumph mirth.

In overcoming supply-lack crises
My heart yearns for ready replenishment
And floodgates’ opening entitlement
Believing that the Lord timely blesses.

Struggling against discontentment sorrow
My carnal mind now demands...

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(Fictional, but based on the real experience of one of my close friends who lost her daughter in an accident)

 As I sat on my desk,
Hurrying with my pent up work,
A scrap of paper, left unnoticed
Clumsily scrawled by tender hands, 
Swept me right off my...

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well aimed words mean what they say ~ but shot from the hip an outburst of spray 


Pick-A-Title, Vol 30 - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh
#2 (open the floodgates)
How many syllables (17)
18/05/2022...

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I scan the horizon as I trounce the arid desert.
Brill trees and a trickling burn shape my stream.
To me, it's as if I'm showing God's entail I querist.
As away as I am aware, it is a magnificent dream.

Perhaps, Lord, late openings are to be unlock.
As...

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Locked up in stares
Silence is the teacher
Spread in bed
Time should forgive us 

You caress my troubles 
An invitation to my pleasures 
You awaken my senses 
Despite my inner seizures  

Your thrusts pound on the exterior
Body gestures for improvement
Attentive but less spoken 
You deliver to my...

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I chase the migrating mirage of endless desires
in the desolate desert of my weary existence,
I carry my languishing life listlessly across bleakness
on the pitiless pathway of disparaging delusion.

I wander worn down in the wasted landscape 
with the deceptive awareness of bereft belonging  
to the...

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can you open the floodgates



one coffee date
nothing ornate
why can't you relate
why do you skate
the subject of debate
I'm not cheapskate
I'll let you dictate
and narrate
stories of fate
I just want your plate
of poem's ruminate
and mysteries of predate
and of course of late
nothing more to agitate
or allocate 
nothing to repudiate
i'll...

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Stores should be full, yet, not to the pitch of breaking of barns,
Floods within dams shouldn't become causes of our mourns;
Venting all that is frothing within, is way of nature,
Pending to do so might breach the divine legislature...! 

Let no chains, yet, bind hearts and...

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Open the floodgates dear,
of body, mind and soul,
that heart be love aligned,
to feel blissful and whole,
erasing each dark fear.

Open the floodgates dear,
by childlike surrender,
that The Holy Spirit
love and light does render,
as tidings of good cheer.

Open the floodgates dear,
arms open in embrace,
oozing with compassion,
inviting divine grace,
to...

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I wish my eyes would open up its arms,
And let the necessary tears fall,
Like due drops of rain to wash away,
The state of emptiness that I feel –
So, fill my beating heart like a yard glass;
May the limits of my soul,
Be not found as broken,...

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And the dike would not hold the tears, ta-da.
So the ink, it runs down, my face, Papa!

And the clouds, oh they burst, with such mad force,
For the lightning does hail from Dad, of course!

It’s the future man feared would be so grim,
and the river does...

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