Best Lovewater Poems
It so hurts
This feeling of nonsense
This inequality of love
Of both sides
Because of excuses
Because of worthless attempts and matters
You perform the most despicable and careless mistakes
You know I can’t hate you
But I’ll dislike you forever
And I’ll avoid the speaks, the furious gazes
I’ll avoid you and try never to need you
Never to want something from you
Because I know
My tears aren’t that precious anymore
Aren’t that water that really matters
Cuz the fire within me grows
Without the water to let out that blazing mass of anger
It would shoot the stars and take out the moon
To come back a fury stone, a burning Meteor
My kind acts and reasons to be better
Chucked sharp thorns onto my face
So I went off, leaving those pitiful acts behind
To move on, to step on a new trail
One with one of nonsense
If only I could open up your eyes,
As waves and seas to see I am your man,
Your soul would flow with water of my cries,
Protecting me through storms as walls of damn.
I float to love like flowers float amidst,
Gardens of green on floors of summers earth.
I swim to you my love, as fishes kiss,
Through storm and rain, the womb of waters birth.
To let me drown would die my heart that beats,
A thousand sounds that sacrifice to swim,
My days would surface what hot deserts greets,
Dessert for death at dawn dried out and grim.
Oh what a pleasure love brings to the well,
Yet without water how love sings to hell.
Breath laden islands rise and fall
beneath the steam-graced surface of clear water,
capped with rosettes, red-brown, silken, warm,
beaded with water running in rivulets
down hillsides of flesh, puddling,
in the dark oval navel of desire.
Water rises about kneecaps
pristine and alabaster in hue.
Angular shoulders hug the far end of the tub.
A slender neck is held aloft, crowned with auburn hair
and hazel eyes, changling orbs, of green and gold
in an oval face rivaling Modigliani’s Madonna.
A ruddy glow spreads across high cheekbones.
The rising water submerges all, but the mounds
and the porcelain neck with its upturned face, full,
full of moans as tendrils, curl and coil splay upon
the rocking water.
Lids droop languidly, lips pout petulantly,
as the water invades, buoying delicate arms,
lending slip to fingertips, fingerstips
...avidly playing.. upon
the pearl white key of desire.
I love to water my yard.....and my feet.
My plants love to drink....
The cool water I give them.
Just like I love to water
You with my words.
Passion, lust and misty
Thoughts of love.
He doesn’t know the extent of it.
How much I have actually let him into my heart.
Foolishly I let myself fall into a pool of dazzling water.
Now I cannot find my way out as I start to drown.
I never have let myself become such a mess over a man.
Now at the thought of him I am resolved to almost nothing.
I am afraid to admit the truth to even myself, but it’s there sitting in the front of my mind.
I cannot hide from it much longer.
These things I have started to feel there not normal, I think.
But how could it ever be.
He creeps into my thoughts every moment, though I wish they would just dissipate.
I am sinking deeper into this pool; it seems to have unthinkable depths.
I was not expecting this.
Why can I not hide from these long hidden fears?
Trying to run from them is impossible.
Running on water I have never thought to be possible.
It is like trying to climb a latter without steps.
As I except what I have done to myself I feel joy.
The water that has taken hold of me is beautiful and comforting.
I know in a way I am safe, as long as I come up for air every now and then.
I now start to tread the water, no more sinking or drowning for me.
It may seem it was a simple thing, but love is a more complicated creature than one would think.
When Jesus turned the water into wine
Water placed in purification pots fine
The servants drew wine no ordinary taste
Best wine was saved for last, showed his fate
Water placed in purification pots fine
Water pots for ceremonial wash time
Best wine saved for last showed his fate
Then he hung on the cross outside the gate
Water pots for ceremonial wash time
The servants drew wine no ordinary taste
Then he hung on the cross outside the gate
When Jesus turned the water into wine
(From the "Bible" John chapter 2. This is an attempt at a Rondel. Thanks for the challenge.)
The sun comes up to bring forth light
I just get stuck in the shadows of night
I think of you often it’s been a long time
Since I held you close and said you were mine.
The time rolls on as it always seems to do
I’m caught in a dream at a beach with you
I pick up a shell and starfish along the line
I miss your laugh, it’s been a long time.
A heart so big it encompasses the world
I climb into the water as the futures unfurled
A mermaid of sorts below the surface you’ll find
That you’re still in my heart, it’s been a long time.
A sea gull flies over it reminds me of you
When times were better and I knew what to do
I look up to the sky in hopes for a sign
The clouds move in it’s been a long time.
The sun drops and kisses the water it is time to go
The colors streak the sky much like an air show
I pick up the pieces and take what is mine
With a tear in my eyes, it’s been a long time.
Form:
Steam rises and the moisture slides,
down my neck to my back and thighs,
your lips on my mind and the water drips,
then softly, my guided hand slips,
over my skin, your image begins...
steam rises, hands, wet skin and your eyes,
finding my way, as your image guides,
my heart beats race as I see your face,
you lead me there, my fingers trace,
the touch of skin in water begins,
my hands, your eyes, my mind, you're inside,
you lead me there, this vision shared.
Reach for me, I'm here to see,
open your mind, be released from Time,
steam, wet bodies, our motion in line,
I can see you there, your eyes, my hands...
A sensual place inside this rhyme.
~ Things are not always so obvious in the Art of Love ~
~You ever watch two cats play?~
Form:
heavy
is the body on top of mine
thoughts tend to conjure up in spare moments
odd happenings such as this one
the water inside each one of us
has been separated to reach out and swim on figures
and trickle as sweat
sweat that has no scent from mixed in perfumes
or has been washed with desire
just water that has leaked
that should have stayed with in each of us
and not mixed
...but it has
the momentum of our mere connection
hurdled us into an obstacle
that we both already have taken
but
memory tends to want a dejavu
and now
finished with our confusion
I lay beneath a hull
that a new empty long ago
but
my water has covered you
and your water has seep into mine...