Best Flooding Poems
O' the case of Dorian
progressing through the sea,
battering the Bahamas
then shifting to a "three",
Have you seen the damage caused,
how islands lie in rubble?
Property and lives were lost
resulting from your trouble!
Now we wait so anxiously
to know the fullest measure
of this great calamity
ending in displeasure.
Soon will come the future day
when hurricanes desist.
Dorian, I'm pleased to say,
you will not be missed.
Categories:
flooding, storm, weather,
Form:
Rhyme
you'll cry me an onion
i didn't mean to upset you so ~
multiple layers shed endless tears
AP: 2nd place 2025
Categories:
flooding, cry, emotions, feelings, sad,
Form:
Other
Rivers
Flowing over
Destroying many homes
Sadness upsetting many hearts
Flooding
© Joseph, 8/19/07
© All Rights Reserved
Categories:
flooding, imagination, introspection, life, loss,
Form:
Cinquain
Old man wind pulled back the ocean waters
and funneled them into his watering can;
sprinkled them across the state;
over-watering every garden in sight.
A flood, six inches of water invaded my basement;
a three inch wading hole in the street and
a fortune in appliances and furniture was lost.
Afterwards he painted a rainbow in a cloudy sky and
started over again.
His tantrum lasted for two weeks.
Categories:
flooding, nature, poems, poetry, rain,
Form:
Personification
Hurricane Epic Flooding
Alerts; emergency evacuation
is advised for people to leave their homes.
Some people stayed;
secured and board up windows,
sandbags against the doors.
Prayers were said;
“We will be OK, no reason to leave.”
were their replies.
Shadow of darkness slowly crawled over the neighborhoods.
The coarsen tempest struck
shattering the silent calm,
gales moaned and thrashed
with downpours of heavy rain,
slowly water raised filling every drainage ditch.
In shock, tears start to flow
as they watch the water rise up in their yard
creeping closer to their homes.
The downpour of rain doesn’t relent;
the cursed howling winds get stronger.
Weep holes on the brick siding lets water seep inside the home,
never thought to seal the holes as water trickles in.
The day turns into two, then three, then four,
still brown rancid water fills the streets
eddying around front doors and lapping at windows.
“Why didn't we heed the warnings? “
The water is up to our waist,
belongings float inside our homes!
The streets have turned into rivers
and the water have nowhere to go.
The whole city is underwater
and the scent of cold death is in the air.
9/9/2017
Categories:
flooding, death, depression, hero, storm,
Form:
Free verse
I guess I don't write how other people do. I don't post pictures of myself and update on how my life is going... I don't have an audience for that. Honestly, I write whatever comes to my mind because it gives the illusion that I'm telling people how I feel. I'm never good at that. I have so many opportunities, but its always the same thing that gets me. How much do they really want to know? When they ask if I am okay, do they want an answer, or is it because it's common courtesy.. I don't get myself, so how am I supposed to get other people? A teacher told me today, after assigning an essay, "It's easy, it's all about you!" ...... How little she knows that I can't write about me. When people say, "Tell me about yourself," the initial reaction I have is always the same. I say that I love writing and reading, and that I love kids and want to be an elementary school teacher. That's it. I'm done then. When I write, my thoughts are incomplete, and I don't write for any other reason than to satisfy all these raging thoughts that will not leave me alone. It's worse at night. Lying awake while the house is silent, all except for the air conditioning that makes a whistle and my ceiling fan on high that clicks because the high setting makes it shake. I count shadows that the trees cast through my window, but it can't push away the onslaught of emotions and wave of loneliness. I have tried many things: music, scriptures, novels, conference talks, silence, writing.. but nothing compares to the feeling I used to get when I would lay on my roof in Maryland and look up at the stars. I felt closer to Heaven somehow, and yet at that time in my life I knew I was very far from it. I'm not there and I won't ever be again, but the loneliness remains. Some people can make me laugh and smile no matter how horrible I feel. It's ironic that I feel alone when I have a best friend like Emma to cheer me every day, but I do. I'm glad I always have people around me during the day. There, I said it. I like people. But I hate them too. I like being alone, but during insomnia periods, awake voices are so very welcome. Sometimes I wish I could tell people things again, but my trust is gone. I cannot lean on others, no matter how alone and lost I feel.
Categories:
flooding, character, grief, sleep,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Sweet benign breeze swept my tears dry
When my heart bled and spilling out
On madness, loathing minds awry
Lead to crime where love fading out.
On the streets where striplings beseech
Sweet benign breeze swept my tears dry
For some nibbles, they beg and preach
While some granaries choked and sigh.
Sufferings around, made me cry
Of the pain, life and death pother
Sweet benign breeze swept my tears dry
When resumes I tried to smother.
Then saw the nature joined with me
And flooded the world with her cry
Love and empathy, back with plea
Sweet benign breeze swept my tears dry.
Won second place in STRAND SELECT O ,any form ,any theme Poetry Contest sponsored by Brian Strand
Won third place in Distant Refrains Poetry Contest sponsored by Joseph May
Categories:
flooding, cry, humanity, poverty, society,
Form:
Quatern
As dawn appears in golden rays,
A hint of jasmine fills the air,
This night has passed so achingly,
Though my heart is still filled with care.
I think back to all those moments,
In time, the distant memories,
Come flooding back in elegance,
Like a warm breeze across the seas.
These moments so rare and precious,
Those memories you gave to me,
More moving than the burning sun,
So why can't I just let them be?
(Eight syllables per line)
Categories:
flooding, absence, memory,
Form:
Rhyme
Arm's stretched out to hold you.
Sunlight dripping on your face.
Although a storm's unfolding,
deep within the coming rain.
Only fate can't shelter us from this.
What's hidden,will the cloud's reveal.
Oh,sweet Love,
you are revealing.
And beautiful.
Categories:
flooding, life, loss, love, nature,
Form:
Romanticism
forbidden waters
makes one weak
a drowning man
knows no peace
flooding river
winding down
like a warden
grants no release
flooding river
gonna take my home
leave me naked
and alone
mean old river
so unkind
shows no mercy
leaves nothin' behind
Categories:
flooding, love, lust, relationship, romance,
Form:
Rhyme
The water fills up
Contaminating around
the fragile rooting
Nothing holds on tight
Grasping hands slip and sliding
Away from the hope
What can we all do?
Something must be done right now
The money is sent
Empty wishes fade
Life goes on while others die
Tears cake in dry eyes
Clogged efforts are slow
Wading through the dark water
hoping to avert sharp teeth
Natural forces
Too big for comprehending
Our only excuse
Time will not pass soon
An exhausting wait for souls
whose time has not come
Pray for an answer
Categories:
flooding, confusion, natural disasters, loss,
Form:
Haiku
block at start bitter thoughts, open inlets of love and joy ~ peace will flood
July.3. 2022
The Art of Peace Poetry Contest
Sponsor- John Lawless
Syllable count. 17 (HMS)
Categories:
flooding, joy, peace,
Form:
Monoku
Autumn
blue bird perch.
Black clouds hover,
backyard turns into pond-
sunshine
5/7/2019
Poetry Contest: 'Writing Challenge 1, May 2019 - Cinqku- '
Sponsor Dear Heart
Categories:
flooding, rain,
Form:
Cinqku
written in octaves
Tom gathers broken branches
and stubs his toes on roots.
Tywhoppity’s rich bottom
is tidied up each autumn.
The ache and pain he stanches
to reap September fruits.
Tom gathers broken branches
and stubs his toes on roots.
Re-staking his best grapevines
on the hillside on his knees,
he rakes up leaves and stubble
along with rocks and rubble.
The smell of fragrant pond pines
makes this old farm boy sneeze.
Re-staking his best grapevines
on the hillside on his knees.
His body takes a beating
his mind stays in control.
Each year his land gets littered
but he is not embittered.
It’s nature the man competes
against with heart and soul.
His body takes a beating
his mind stays in control.
Crops gathered without delay
hand-picked by one-man crew.
Bottoms broadcast with clover
provides a winter cover
Keeping Blackford Creek at bay.
This bottom - his world view.
Crops gathered without delay
hand-picked by one-man crew.
June 25, 2019
Brian Strand, YOUR PERSONAL PERFECT POEM PICK contest, 3rd place.
Tywhoppity Bottoms isn't some place you can find on Google Maps or Wikipedia. It is a small area of bottomland that surrounds Blackford Creek, which creates part of the county line that divides Daviess and Hancock counties in western Kentucky. According to legend, Tywhoppity was given its name by Union soldiers during the Civil War, who remarked the sound of the creek against the rocks made a ty-whop-it-ty sound.
When we bought a home on Tye Ave., many times I referred to our area as Tye-whoppity Bottoms especially when our creek (Blackiston Run) rose and got into our neighbor’s house.
Categories:
flooding, 11th grade, farm, pain,
Form:
Rhyme
deep steel blue-grey clouds
unleash the evil within
victims of deluge
8/31/2017
Categories:
flooding, imagery, people, rain, weather,
Form:
Senryu