Best Irrigate Poems

The Lake of Charity

The hill stood tall and stately,
Wind soughed through its sparse trees.
Below a lake spread, at times calm,
At times quite horribly stormy.

He knelt in meditation and asked for:
Prayer, the source of renewal,
Patience, the capacity for tolerance,
Pardon, a grant of friendship.

Three rivers flowed down...

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There'll be no rain the forecast said
til January's wounded pride
erupts upon the bloomless beds
and weeps a pewter morning tide.

There'll be no rain for many weeks,
just plenitudes of overcast
that burn away as daylight peaks,
when noon's anemic sun is cast.

There'll be no rain, no wet respite
to irrigate...

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It started with an apple in paradise or was it a date they consumed

Had they kept their clothes off laundry day would have been easier

	The smell of seduction and no fake news

Honestly who cares whether it was pure sex or sweet requited love

Darwin had his...

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Just 38 Cents a Day


Throughout history food has been used as a
Weapon of Mass Destruction.  The Romans
would pillage and plunder – then burn the
fields of the defeated, punishing all who
survived.  The Apache are alleged to have
poisoned the water holes when retreating
through the desert...

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By Ombuge Moses

Mama!
You sleep on a crack ground
Empty is the stomach
Hot is the sun
Nothing to quench the crack
The thirst is killing
Cracked is my throat
Helplessly you lay
You sleep on a crack ground

Baba!
Your cry is echoing
My ears cannot stop
My tears cool my cheeks
My face is running dry
You...

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I was taught by   my father to be obedient in the dense forest to save the individuals trees, stop destruction to plantation. I cannot be silent under the detriment from lumberjacks to global emissions; I cannot sleep in the night, because I am...

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In desert that is poor and dull
On soil that is scorched with fire
The Upas-tree stands as a hull
as guard who's one who knows no tire.

The prairie's nature had a thirst
begetting Him in day of fury,
It filled dead green of branches first,
It poisoned roots these give...

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I don’t need that unnecessary love. 
A love of limited time based on moral and physical pretendence.

At that moment the feeling was so high much more like I took a glass of bear.
But the moment went by, 
And now a scream in the deepest cave...

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Tears of a woman,
can move mountains;
Everest can migrate
across the Pacific
and settle on the Rockies
The Kilimanjaro can fly
and squat on Andes	
because of her tears;
the tears of a woman
can irrigate the Sahara.
Her tears can create oasis,
where nature could not

Tears of a woman,
can be a blessing
tears of a...

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There are quite a few essential things our bodies
need when scarcity hits the beautiful land of fruits,
of wheat and cattle; today no rain has fallen on furrows,
drought shows cracks in the soil with uprooted trees!

These lands weren't arid like hot deserts...
birds warbled, flowers bloomed, trees...

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Tie a rainbow on your heart

the power of eyes
like an arrowhead
keep focus on
beautiful colors

but a heart

sharper
than the eyes
sensitively
give a birth
of a lust
to swallow all
the colorful hopes

life is a rainbow
coated layers of
beautiful colors

Look at those birds
Smoldering color 
spread peace

look at those dripping sweats
irrigate our green fields

look...

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SEED

Every talent is a seed
And every seed has its need
Whatever the seed will be,
Depends on the farmer-holder of the seed

If the farmer discards the seed,
There will be no need satisfying the seed,s need
But If he decides to sow the seed,
Then he is burdened with responsibilities...

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The clouds -on which angels stand
Lurking and pursuing the rubble-
Are directly above the human land,
Whispering about some stubble;
When they glimpse the scattered lavender.
Tracing it becomes their task,
Until they glanced a traveler 
Holding the flowers, veiled behind a cask.
The angels were finally called for duty
Striving to...

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Fighting famine starvation
By Stanley Russell Harris
The new mad author
& A Poetry Soup honourably mentioned poet

As a poet should I write?
Words in this world!
That is not right.
Words on paper for you to read!
Do they bear weight?
Will these words intercede?
Famine now rears its ugly head.
Men, women, children...

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Leaving banking, I am thinking about banking. When the red humour from the human system drains off, we irrigate the haematic fluid inside through vein-channels. ‘Blood Banks’ with sanguine loans come to our rescue. In cases of renal malfunction, we ransack kidney colonies for mercenary...

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