Best Splashing Poems
Gone, Our Days Dancing In The Splashing Rain
As this our time retreats into faded thought
and our nights of love become a pain
We can both see that with a dear price bought
our days dancing in the splashing rain
Should we again find our way into love's realm
tempest breaking the greatest storm apart
Ship on truest course with heart at the helm
finding treasures not seen on any chart
When hope, our only saving grace fell very far
did we regret the touch of our lips then
Or invite in the misery creating this deep scar
thus viewing all our love passion as sin
What of the sorrow that chills us both so deep
deadly words that slash with no remorse
Nay, the damnation and costs make us both weep
each crying out for a much happier course
Has this time sealed our doom and failed pride
a journey based upon mistakes and lies
Drowning as we fail to cross darkness so wide
death under black waters with broken ties
Never reaching up for that romance saving hand
content to lick and eat our own pride
Saddest traveler into desolation's blackest land
moaning out regret as we enjoy the ride
Will our stubbornness give birth to great defeat
a testament to anger's futile arrogance
A nasty meal we each still find begging to eat
no victory in foolishly killing romance
Robert J. Lindley
I hear the rain
... falling
down
Falling down
... falling
down
Enjoy the freshness
and get soaking wet
Mother nature comfortable shower
Flooded fields and highways
A cool guy shouts in joy
while others rush for cover
The rain makes pools
they splashing home together
I hear the rain
... falling
down
Falling down
... falling
down
03.07.2017
(unrhymed couplets)
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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(This is a Tanka: Japanese poem of five lines, the first and third composed of five
syllables and the others seven. In Japanese, tanka is often written in one straight line,
but in English and other languages, we usually divide the lines into the five syllabic
units: 5-7-5-7-7.)
Splashing Dog
by Amy Swanson
Great drops of water
fly vigorously from him!
Black hair glistening
he gallops through the river,
stops only to shake himself!
Swarm of lizards on a pizza hut rally. Will make no sense if you dilly and dally. Procrastination is of no better destination than an angled cube on orifice walk. Hear no talk then. Good
a gooey substance is often akin to a derelict building. C. So what to do now with your putrid purred little game. Its a shame that you sink like a vacant walking stick. In your condition no order is no gain. But whose smell you can detect on a defecate? And whose children can you predict? Wow. Worldly wise wobbling Weasley wakened weekend. And then? X an institution or an office is having a national day of playtime. Oh good. Hold no radiating rational ration of milk in a circular formation and always wriggle away in a ninety degree angle if being chased by a demonic bus on a freeway. Or a subway. Or a train station. Train stations are not smiling. Ok then. Now leave. Lumped lumping lecherous perform lingering linguistic lounging leans. And the leakage from a small pot is often found to be the same amount as found in a skip. But no jump. Format that then. Go on. Format it. Radiator ravished rubbish rubbers rather revealing rights. And the adjusted spanner in a weapon. Heap hop have. Hahaha street stating saint. Hahah bread brought bacons beacon bombing baps. Xxxxx strutting Stradivarius sings. Xxxxx wingspan waving. That is the p y Q reporting on the appropriate motorway of the world xxxxx lexicographer z
Splashing paint on a canvas
Is that visual art?
Does it constitute anything resembling design?
A huge swastika as a backdrop
for an Israeli Jew crushing a
Palestinian Arab baby under
one of his jackboots -- in a cartoon
in a picture, in a film
Is that art?
Is there any redeeming value in it?
And what constitutes creativity?
Filming a series of loud farts, made
by breaking wind or by pumping one's
underarms against one's sides
What is creative about that?
Is there anything new created?
Filming the strewing of the rancid contents
of a dumpster over a marble ballroom floor
Is that creative?
What on earth does it create?
And is there anything new under the sun?
"What has been is what will be, and
what has been done is what will be
done again, and there is nothing new
under the sun" (Ecclesiastes 1:9)
February 19, 2019
Entry in "Creativity in Visual Arts" contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Our feet are wet from walkin' in our rain,
We ain't even walkin' 'round the puddles,
Our minds and Your sky is muddled,
But we've got no reason to complain.
This old world's in so much trouble,
We just keep makin' excuses,
Shouting labels and ruses,
One day soon You'll burst our bubble..
Our feet are wet from walkin' in our rain,
But we've got no reason to complain.
We vote for leaders who betray you,
We profess to hear Your Word,
but our actions are deferred,
As in your babes, we try to slay You.
Our feet are wet from walkin' in our rain,
But we've got no reason to complain.
We, your children, are in so much pain,
I pray for Wisdom from Your Holy Spirit,
For all of us who choose to hear it,
Meanwhile we're splashing..bashing and thrashing,
In our rain....
Splashed an incident from my psyche all off a sudden ...
which was submerged deep in my sub-conscious mind.
Let me apprise you a short memoir of my past~
I was studying in school exactly a decade ago..
during which I had to witness the death of my graceful neighbour
who possessed one boy and a girl baby.
She killed herself without brooding
on her little children's future.
Why the hell did she commit suicide?!
What could be the reason?!
were all the damn introspection racing
in my whimpering brain.
I couldn't watch as her husband and children sobbed in pain.
I was helpless; Neither anyone present over there.
I could divert the tiny ones by just playing with them ..
So innocent they were to realise their mom was dead.
I was furious at the beginning for her foolish decision,
but later was curious to detect the reason behind it.
In a few days..,
My family intended to vacate the house due to the
break down & sleepless nights,
we moved on to a different colony.
But untill now I didn't hear any news on that.
It remains mysterious.
Strange was her act.!!
3-6-2020
~DEEPA~
Note1:Splash poetry Contest
Sponsored by Kai Michael Neumann
Note2:BRIAN'S SELECT 8,any form,
any theme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand.
Water is such a fun thing
nothing can keep it dry
it always so full of liquid
gets you wet whatever you try
Now mix water and elephants
then the fun really begins
these large creatures of nature
love a good splash on their pins
They have an extra gift on them
having trunks to water out by force
you've no chance against such a foe
a drenching is yours sure of course
but if you really want a car wash
then these fun guys are spot on
but make sure they hit the target
if you're near your dusk will be dawn!
So if you're near any area of water
make sure elephants are not near at hand
if they are then be sure it's land dry
don't mix them you just stand alone
(This is an oldie of penned some years ago, though it would bring a laugh at the end of this troublesome year for us all.)
The river
When we met
Was splashing
Both the banks
I was
A little nervous
I wanted to swim
In case I sank?
The other day
There was a report
In the newspaper
As he was ardently fondling
The pulsating blonde neck and throat
In a prolonged prelude
Splashing the crushing waves
From the climbing passion
She died of asphyxiation
The rippling sound
Crippling crests
Suggesting silhouettes
Engaging my pen
With vignettes
While eyes focused
At the waves
Gently swashing against the shore
Knocked on the door
Making me forget
The after and before
Are you crazy
A voice out of the mist
Called out
The luxurious river
Is in full tide this evening
Come away
The splashy call
However, was louder
Resembling an ocean
Too gorgeous to stop
The blueberry emotions
Looking at
The currents hitting the anchor
Waters lapping the land
The blue water darkening in twilight
I waited with the key
The lock was restive
As I splashed my thoughts
Many a leaf fell from the tree
Quite a few, however, were stubborn
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4 June 2020
Splash Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
Love Splashing On Blue Lake
Words I can never fake, I love blue lake
a splash in delight and love at midnight
skinning dipping with my sweet gal
do I ever love it and how!
Beaches sandy ,long and ever so very wide
places for hot lovers to cleverly hide!
blue waters to cool off over-heated hearts
of lovers never wanting to ever be apart
Yards above a shady and very nice little park
nooks there ready to hide in and hotly spark
mid week deserted except for empty park tables
sand castles there to decorate our sweet fables
Words I can never deny, I love her, she knows why
we have the bind that forever, forever holds and ties
our passion a treat we can never ever dare forsake
in our sweet paradise , joyously loved blue lake!
Words I can never fake, our love at blue lake
cherished memories of bliss we so love to make!
Robert Lindley 06-05-2014
Water is such a fun thing
nothing can keep it dry
it always so full of liquid
gets you wet whatever you try
Now mix water and elephants
then the fun really begins
these large creatures of nature
love a good splash on their pins
They have an extra gift on them
having trunks to water out by force
you've no chance against such a foe
a drenching is yours sure of course
but if you really want a car wash
then these fun guys are spot on
but make sure they hit the target
if you're near your dusk will be dawn!
So if you're near any area of water
make sure elephants are not near at hand
if they are then be sure it's land dry
don't mix them you just stand alone
Bursting, breaking free from egg shells with glee
Baby chicks welcome their blest endowed worth
Amidst mother Earth’s radiating mirth
Ready to frolic in the pond --- there they flee.
Cheerful in their sunny color delight
Ducklings quack, inviting attention gain
While they wobble gladly, devoid of strain
Traversing terrain midst their dancing flight.
As water fowls of playful swimming zest
Ducks and chicks showcase aquatic tactic
Boasting splash-technique, indeed fantastic
Designed by God* with His creative best.
*Genesis 1:20 And God said, Let the waters bring forth abundantly the moving creature that hath life, and fowl that may fly above the earth in the open firmament of heaven.
May 31, 2025
7th place, "Let's Do The Chicken Splash" Poetry Writing Premiere Contest Sponsored by Mystic Rose Rose; judged on 6/11/2025
I watch and see a smile spread across your face,
A glistening wave that breaks upon the sand.
And I, a child once more, run kicking and splashing
Through the blossoming foam.
In such an ocean, I could drown and happily embrace my fate.
© Barry Freeman - 17th August 1995
the splashing morning
sprinkling the silver poems
on the blue sari
April 13, 2018
Ripple-
Water body
Touch all
Closed entity
-November 04, 2018 Chattogram