Best Hydrating Poems

When miserable clouds assemble,
bursting with drops of sorrow,
gusts of torment bring dark tides to your door.
You feel hope is like forgotten pennies,
lost at the bottom of a wishing well.

Arrows of anxiety keep firing
at your muddled mind.

When you feel trapped inside your head,
monsters lurk inside -
take...

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I remember clinging on to the naked branch,
which had been my home since the season of birth.
In my days of botanical glory,
flourishing and nourishing in nature
I would spread my vibrant wings of luscious green,
blooming alongside a canopy of compatriots,
shading the world from bright sunlight.
At night...

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Another lost noon, 
engraved as unforgettable 
memoirs within my mind, 
I’m rethinking of rewriting
and rewinding revoked 
reflections of a love rekindled. 
My eager heart
is now hanging in the void,
yearning to swirl 
through desert dunes  
to exhale one more 
dandelion dream 
in the same air...

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I want to swim in the golden rivers
of your heavenly haven,
wading through every swirl and twirl flowing in splendiferous streams.
Taste of your warmth courses down ruffles within my ribs,
pulsating your name in assonant motions.

In your moonlit eyes I’ve found the lost poem,
missing from my once...

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It's happening again..

Drops of mercy descending 
from heaven's shadows,
hydrating breathless sighs.

Against my will,
each splash resuscitates, 
my recovering wounds.

Words unspoken, remain,
veiled within the vaults of my heart.
Desperately, I seek the cure.

But, all I can do is stand still,
observing in silence,
soaking in regret.

Blood dilutes with the rain,
and...

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...				Summertime is growing weary.
				Welcome to the autumn rain,
				A new season taking over
				Hydrating the earth again.

				Arid land with celebration
				Greedily absorbs each drip,
				With the dry and dusty flora
				Raising eager mouths to sip.

				Running rivulets of water
				Turning grasses back to green.
				It is showering time for nature
				Every plant a new...

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Summertime is growing weary.
Welcome to the autumn rain,
A new season taking over
Hydrating the earth again.

Arid land with celebration,
Greedily absorbs each drip,
With the dry and dusty flora,
Raising eager mouths to sip.

Running rivulets of water,
Turning grasses back to green.
It is showering time for nature
Every plant a new...

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They, the blind
Heavy laden with mystery of denial
Empty of eclectic views
Yearns for Island of blinding white light.

They hate the color black
Every woman's sexy black dress
Every man's spotless black tuxedo
Every child's mem'ry of a clean blackboard. 

They hate the color black
Black American history, mighty as Montenegro...

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A country of dreams has burst its rainbow at all ragged seams

In a state of affairs illusion of fusion and widespread delusion

The constitution hallucinates as night settles scores of deceit

Bereavement takes its toll in anger and violence as writing on

Walls depicts no happy graffiti but...

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Just got to thinking
Writer's block comes sans seeing
Look within and out

Each now and then lives
Our sable dreams are pictures
With rainbow colors

Look at evergreens
Morning glories and dew, and
piano tunes afar

Remember that walk
On quiet trail by river?
Mind travel is key

You and I can stalk
The very muse known...

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Summer
Hot sultry
Scorching burning de-hydrating
Breeze rustles the leaves
Sunny

Rain
Fresh 
Drizzling Refreshing invigorating  
Freshness in the leaves
Monsoon

Autumn
Bereft dull
Crumpling fading descending
Break off, the leaves
Fall 

Winter
Harsh cold
Snowing chilling  
Blizzard burying leaves
Frost 

Spring
Colourful beautiful
Blooming blossoming flowering
Green are all the leaves
Vernal
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To a quiet demesne
A holiday they'd planned
Informing only that it was bucolic
A little slice of wonderland
The locals informed from the harbinger
Knew of the impending arrival
Some folk knowing the family erstwhile
Others quietly still in denial
The expected stay ephemeral
At the local store to be met
The bakery purely...

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Water, we know that it is invigorating
As long though as it’s clean, not rancid                               ...

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Tonight we sit ‘round ye ol’ Christmas tree,
But not the tree of yesterday or yester year you see.
Lights shine from the bole and tips so free.
We do not sit on stools or bended knee,
Nay, we sit on floating bubbles filled with glee.
Tonight we sit ‘round...

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