Best Soaked Poems
When velvet night is soaked in dew
along bright rims of starlit thread,
prayers chime a tune in revue
away from hours of black and dread.
Along bright rims of starlit thread,
the fragrant winds blow chamomile,
away from hours of black and dread
to greet dawn’s flute with lambent feel.
The fragrant winds blow chamomile,
leaves draping the knolls in full hum,
to greet morn’s flute with lambent feel
as heart ripples while dusk succumbs.
Leaves draping the knolls in full hum
prayers chime a tune in revue,
as heart ripples while dusk succumbs
when velvet night is soaked in dew.
Gautami Phookan's Dabble in Poetry Forms
3/17/2014
rain soaked sunlight
dancing on a cobweb
crystal chandeliers
Raindrops on the awning,
playing a dancer's melody...
Clouds across the sky,
running with the wind...
Grass bent with water,
quenching its thirst...
You at my side,
soaking it all in.
sun-soaked sunflowers flourish, fresh-faced and freckled
with seeds. On stilt-stems, their flourishing legs, and on
tippy-toes, like toddlers, do reach for the stove-hot sun.
Cherubs with innocent countenance, happy in their home.
9/29/2022
Rain cascading down flooding land
water levels creeping up high
banks blocked with bags of sand
Creeping water flooding moorland
wiping out the fields of rye
rain cascading down flooding land
Homes by pumps are being manned
while folks stand helpless and sigh
banks blocked with bags of sand
While rivers by bridges spanned
lay broken by torrents from sky
rain cascading down flooding land
Man's best laid plans no longer stand
swept away, will it never dry?
banks blocked with bags of sand
And black clouds choked with rain vie
with birds sheltering in the pig sty
rain cascading down flooding land
banks blocked with bags of sand.
Isolated here
Feathers cloaked and soaked
Oil's not the answer
I told you tonight the way I see you,
How you fill me with love and hate too.
Now I know you don’t mean to yell,
Nor is that what really stings.
I let go of a giant bombshell,
And I thought I would be free,
But that is not at all what it brings.
When I was a little girl we were best of friends.
What happened to us?
Why did we let the good times end,
When we could have kept them going?
It really upsets me, I must confess.
I spilled my heart out,
And you turned and walked away.
All I wanted was to scream and shout,
Your name so you would turn.
Cause this no response stuff is child’s play.
But instead of yelling everything turned black,
And you disappeared.
With no chance to look back.
Everything got fuzzy,
And then formed together and smeared.
I was standing in the darkness,
When a light began to shine.
This problem I had yet to address,
For when the light shown in I awoke.
The whole conversation was a dream of mine.
A smile came across my face,
For my heart had not been shot with an arrow.
That conversation in my mind I could just erase.
It will be my dirty little secret,
The only evidence is a tear soaked pillow.
This Day, Greatest Losses, Blood Soaked Sands
Day to remember, honor for its gain
loss reminds us never, never again.
Neptune shook the sea, watched cannons fire
sandy beach blown apart, war's raging ire.
Courage, grit, sand, water, death and red-blood
ahead lay bloody roads and blood soaked mud.
D- Day, sacrifices where took heavy tolls
soldiers knew and thought that is how it rolls.
Beach, water and death with dark blood soaked sand
courage embraced to take back all that land.
On and on they came, rushing, dying waves
war had its feast, that feast it always craves.
Great loss, but victory is rarely free
they died to save all, all and you and me!
Robert J. Lindley, June 6th
Sonnet, dedicated to heroes that fought and that died on D-Day.
puddles collect rain
stream with a white paper boat
boy with a wet grin
Tis been over a decade now
Although it seems as that a lifetime
Since passing aneath this bridge...
Beyound the night; these words entering
Into my mind twas twilight: having then for a couple of years
Started carrying these little notebooks everywhere we went
Pouring atop pages scribbling in colours while exercising life's plight
Kiss the sun first day of winter chasing ghost and time, was such for me
Nothing has changed her song remains the same; rusted chains growing old
An infant welcome to his world waxing cold it's pain as jade tears about, their truth.
Form:
As far as I can see
This wet was meant to be
like the dew on flowers
like the ocean for fish
like river for crawfish
I feel so good and free
I get so wet, so wet
from head to toe I know
I tremble and quivver
I linger and linger
under the fountain stay
soaking up this freshness
feeling out of control
enjoying the cold heat
Every drop, every beat
My imagination
of love spread out like sea
you and me together
this love was meant to be
I Don’t Want Your Soaked Sponge On A Spear
You showed promise at your place of employment
So they presented you with a promotion
You are so proud to be in a position of power
Not to mention the paid vacation
And presidential parking spot
That was part of the package
You prance around portraying a person
Who is important
Putting yourself on a pedestal
Pretending to be a pal to your employees
Now you want to provide me with an opportunity
To be oppressed by you pride
To be your apprentice…
STOP!
I don’t want your soaked sponge on a spear
To many times I have told you about your tyranny
Your advertisings of torture to the truehearted
You taunt me as I sit at the table to study
My Father’s teachings
Telling lies with your twisted tongue
You talk untruths
About your pathetic moments on earth
You toy with tedious thoughts
Constantly plotting against the unsuspecting;
Using tricks to terrify them
There will be a time when death visits you
And your commitment to hate will come to light
Until then take back your soaked sponge on a spear
I am disgusted with your demeanor
Your disregard for mankind
You do devilish deeds
Disrespecting good guidance
Instead you disappoint God
With your destructive ideas
You deserve hell
There will be a day when you are denied admission
Through the doors of Heaven
And despite all you pleading
You’ll be told to keep your soaked sponge on a spear
Use it to douse out the flames
While you dance with the devil
Beneath the dirt
Deep down
In the depths of darkness
I went to my tub
Turned on the tap
Watched as my sadness
Filled it to the top
The worries of many days
In the water crystal clear displayed
Deep beneath the surface layed
Summoning to me
Please come in
I stripped down
To my essence
The discarded garments
In a pile on the floor
The yesterday man
I didn't need anymore
I climbed in
Sunk into the sadness
Allowed it to caress
Warm
Somehow comfort
As it washed over me
Invigorating my complacency
Calming
Saving
Staving off
My insanity
This was my attempt
At C'est La Vie
Layers of yesterday's regrets
The calls of unpaid debts
The reasons I choose to be upset
All caught in liquid suspension
Relieving my built up tension
Once I was fully cleansed
I was able to begin again
Pulling the plug
I watched it all go down the drain
Extricating
Relieving the pain
I lifted myself
Dripping on the floor
Done with the sadness
I didn't need it anymore
I stepped over the clothes
On the floor
Left them behind
Walked out that door
Ready and willing
To face the world again
A brighter
Cleaner
Version of me
An empty tub
Happier
And free
C'est La Vie
Inspired by Eileen Ghali's poem
"Maddening Rain"
All this blood,
still remaining upon my hands;
Has now completely penetrated,
the thickness of my skin.
Time Soaked,
too deep...
Stain over Stain,
forever still remain;
from where the blood of others,
has constantly been drained.
Hostage no more,
to the sins of my fallen Brothers...
Time Soaked;
Too deep,
Into my flesh,
Now running through my stream;
A joining together;
Time Soaked,
Too Deep...
I sit under my crape myrtle tree
in full bloom of white
feeling the cool breeze from the rain
a couple of miles away
I've no particular thoughts about being a miner of
so I'll let my thoughts wander
and watch the clouds rush by
heading Northwest to an unknown destination
while Bluejays play tag in the limbs
and Igrets dig for food in the soil of my yard
seeming not to care that I'm here
I'll spend a few hours in this shade
relax and listen to thoughts that drift away
with the bird songs soaking in Nature,
finding peace, with no thoughts of tomorrow
nor seeking memories to dwell on
only the serenity that comes from a pristine
calmness of the mind