Best Thirst Poems
When wands of beauty spell the core of heart
a rapture gasped and pounded into me
my vision I long to capture in art
with hands of poetry dipped into glee.
When music flows through the chambers of mind
no sounds heard but steps of the soul in trance
as a glow of joy through the soul would glide
the self whirls and twirls in a divine dance.
When smitten with supernal sensations
mysteries, you seek to perceive and frame
taste sweet pains to reach higher dimensions
the soul is deeply moved by light and flame.
Ever, the heart fill and the mind inspire
With abiding thirst, to quench and admire.
April 24th, 2019
My thirst for undying love I wished to quench
Drinking from the source of your enviable lips
Few droplets of nectar my soul was able to sip
That ample were though my craving to eclipse!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
24 NOVEMBER 2014
On my personal cross of pain I hang
Suspended between earth and sky
Reality and make believe
There I hang
There I cry
I thirst
I thirst
For pure love
I thirst
For lasting passion
I thirst
for joy of contentment
I thirst
I thirst
There at the foot of my cross
they watch
those who feel my tears, my friends
those who show their true faces, my foes
those who are too afraid to reach out, my acquaintances
those who wait for the end, my family
I thirst
I’m dying of thrist
There you are
the one who put me on this cross
the one who drove in the nails of betrayal
who crowned me with thorns instead of kisses
There you are
I look down at you
I thirst
and you press to my lips
what cannot satisfy
vinegar instead of water
I let it run out of my lips
as I turn my head and cry
at this final insult
I thirst
I thirst
and you
h e a r a
death sigh
escaping from parched and cracked lips
as my heart breaks and the earth quakes
you take in
cooling sips
as the blood
d r i p s
angels c r y
watching me
D I E O F
T H R I S T
Eileen Manassian
Inspired by Emile Pinet’s Poem: Unbearable Thirst
PS...I do not wish to offend. I hope this is not considered sacrilegious. I am in no way diminishing Christ's sacrifice on our behalf. He died of a broken heart...a heart that was filled with love...He died from an overabundance of love for those who did not love Him. We die from a lack of love from those who should love us. It's sad.
Ashes and Thirst
Evil comes in all shapes, and all sizes.
We have all heard this many times... before.
But how truly large, or small can it be?
I want to ask this question you see.
I want to know the answer,
and I want to know why.
The water in the tap is no longer clean.
There are only 49 days left.
Las Vegas, New Mexico... is on the clock.
The whole city, will die.
Why?
Ashes from trees and flowers,
ashes from cars and trucks,
houses and furniture,
personal items
... and dust.
No rust!
It floats up in the air,
without a care,
coming down here and there...
as it pleases.
The ash, making the land
dark, and unusable
with poisons yet
un found, going by unnoticed.
They are the bounty of tomorrow,
containing all the sorrow,
from one bad instance to the next.
Then, the floods come from all directions.
They are part of the whole.
The water... now blending with the sewage,
and sludge, again... undrinkable by man or beast.
This story will repeat itself,
until the cycle is broken,
or the Lord returns.
How is your water supply?
I
Aloft, from highest cliffs o’er icy seas,
upon great wings of arrogance and pride,
the raven whispers soft, on ocean’s breeze,
notes cloaked with charm to lure his future bride.
In midst of kith, to sate his lust, he vies
to reign supreme, and bathes in self-adore.
Magnificence against cool ashen skies,
yet ‘neath the husk, so rotten to the core.
As shallow suns recede and rise anew
day after day, still beats his heart alone.
One frigid night the moonlight's silver hue
imparts the word his reveries have flown…
and so upon this night is hatched a plan,
to seek his bride he takes the form of man.
**based on Inuit legend**
II
Afar across cool waves on quiet shores,
beneath each rising sun her beauty grew,
as pure as falling snow, the skin she wore
aglow with radiance as sweet as dew.
Soft burnished raven tresses, black as night,
caressed her face then fell in silk cascade,
and honeyed tones adorned a voice, so light,
that echoed from blush lips in serenade.
As days and many months of time weaved on
she blossomed, as a rose of scent so rare,
yet of her many suitors she’d have none,
dismissed with gentle wave of hand so fair.
A lone and wistful silver moonlit stroll
unearths a song that strangely stirs her soul.
III
Below the cliffs a midnight tidal swell
as thick as tar now swallows heaven’s light,
a moment's dark as raven cants a spell
to cast his incarnation to the night.
A swirling tempest dwindles to serene
and, in the grainy dusk of twilight dawn,
his shape emerges, muscular and lean,
a manifest of human form is born.
He clothes his nakedness in furs of seal
and preens his onyx hair to mirrored guise,
as oceans, hushed, warn never to reveal
the raven that remains within his eyes.
He sets his kayak to the open seas,
and floats his haunting call upon the breeze.
In draining sand I trace the line
the tide has made in bubbles, fine,
where scalloped wavelets sloped in foam,
halt the ocean’s wide roiling roam.
Pale seashells shimmer in bright sun
and tiny crabs sport sideways run;
whitecaps dancing, turquoise to green,
toss at my feet a glossed sea bean.
Solitude, loved quiet and calm,
give to my weary soul sweet balm.
The mornings that I stroll the beach
seem like heaven slips into reach;
I pause to rest on driftwood bench
drink in the sea, my soul thirst quench.
Copyright, August 21, 2016
Faye Lanham Gibson
At sunrise newlyweds wandered from camp
hiking into unfamiliar terrain.
And now they have to spend the night in the
desert despite their unbearable thirst.
The sweltering heat of the day lingers
as the sun sets just behind the mountains.
And darkness merges with inky shadows
pooling deep within the cooler crevices.
They dosed off to the mumbled whisperings
of windblown sands rippling across the dunes.
And though their canteen was nearly empty
there had to be water somewhere out there.
Her husband asleep she filled his canteen
and took the empty one to find water.
And although she swore no tears, they still came
not for her but for the man left behind.
Wakened by the searing kiss of the sun
he realized the selfless thing she’d done.
And though he looked for her she was long gone
so he followed her tenuous footsteps.
He found her collapsed, exhausted and near death
and they shared the few drops of water left.
Yet in the midst of death's dusty embrace
angels in helicopters rescued them.
the thirst for knowledge
makes one drown in mysteries
the thirst for happiness
makes one drown in miseries
** July 13, 2010---I'm writing this with a half-asleep
brain golly can anyone tell me if this is better --
pretty please? Shucks such a puzzle why I can't
grasp this form?? I need to sleep!! & the wind's
howling outside too!!! Thanks for all who'll give their insights
^_^
swallows between worlds
ripples streaking mirrored clouds ~
drinking on the wing
2020/05/06
I swam through a ocean of illusion
Dying of thirst
Going through the motions of confusion
Fearing the worst
I came upon her canteen
Seeking a cup of real
If for nothing else
A sip for my last meal
Never Thirst Again
I'm thirsty... for all the joy I think could be
In a world of poverty
and pain.
I'm thirsty... for a kindness I can't find
In a world that is blind
and ashamed.
I'm thirsty for the life
I have yearned for in the night,
Only Jesus can shine the light through...
Jesus said, "Take eat, this is my body"
"Break me, and I'll rise Again"
"Take ye, this is my blood,
Shed to show you my true love"
Choose this love freely given
And you'll never thirst again...
Never thirst again.
I hunger... for a love I know exists
To fill me up and make me whole.
I hunger... for a truth that has no doubt
I long to know about what I don't know.
And the answers are there
When the Bread of Life laid bare
The only truth that can fill a hungry soul.
Jesus said, "Take eat, this is my body"
"Break me, and I'll rise Again!"
"Take ye, this is my blood, shed to show you my true love. "
Choose this love freely given, and you'll never thirst again,
Never thirst again.
I AM.... THE BREAD OF LIFE
I AM... THE LIGHT IN THE NIGHT
I AM THE LIVING WATERS
YOU'LL NOT THIRST ANY LONGER
BUT HAVE EVERLASTING LIFE, TRUTH, AND JOY!
Jesus said, "Take eat, this is my body... Break me, and I'll rise again!
Take ye, this is my blood... shed to show you my true love.
Choose this love freely given, and you'll never thirst again... never thirst again.
One drop of tear from my eyes holds many words
Accompanied by heartfelt sighs.
It comes as sad as it could,
Anytime, anywhere, anyhow it is sad in all ways.
I thought much more of you
Than you ever thought of me,
In the breaking light of dawn, or in the night,
You are the one that holds the key.
It is to know that I've lost my place on this earth,
That's the thing about pain it demands to be felt,
It scares the *****out of me to be this lonely
Because it seems catastrophic.
I walk around with a giant hole in my heart all the time,
I feel your absence every second of the day,
Even when a river of tears courses through this body,
The flame of love cannot be quenched.
Prostrated to such vastness,
unable to speak
I turned away
leaving fear standing
where I had come,
and the immense river entered
into those boundaries I had raised.
I watched the pale colors
wash away and disappear
as the water moved and swelled
and flooded all that was,
then the bells rang
the world awoke
with its insatiable thirst
that makes all beings irreparably mad.
I retraced my self back
to the perspiring
street and walked across
into the shade,
to disappear unnoticed
and silence became deep
with frightening familiarity.
I considered it to be just like
an abandoned mobile home
in Louisiana, where everything was left
as it was, to rot, to be dispersed
to bury a forsaken giggling past.
Wasn’t that a recurrence?
It’s funny how fallen into the trap,
I cut those knots and
all along let the blood drip
to mark the narrow path
till dusk took over
and none was there
for others to be seen.
I had eaten food
that makes your hunger grow,
and felt as I wore
a dress sown by death itself.
Along the filthy canal
a putrescent smell arose
and the penumbra made the gardens shine.
...That was an ordinary
evening on the Ganges’ shore
where I had brought my tiny lamp
to see the universe.