Best Thirst Quencher Poems
a fresh thirst quencher
sliced watermelon in red
alluring beauty
mulberry picking
romantic stolen kisses
dark purple dyed lips
crushed grape juice slithers
into her desirous mouth
she feasts avidly
overflowing bowl
red strawberries and ice-cream
summer temptation
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Contest: VERNAL 2017 Standard
(Three Liner; up to max 12 lines)
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Placed 2nd
sun relishes
in the moonlight shadow
thirst quencher
05.25.17
tear-filled eyes
sweaty palms
a horse voice
weakened limbs
a quickened heartbeat
how could I speak?
"others" have called poetry the medicinal god/goddess of the 21st century
- but not me.
lately
poetry hasn't been feeding me
lately
poetry hasn't been the thirst-quencher
yet I never starve or desire to drink
it is not even about my reaction to his poetry
(and yes I wrote a poem titled "My Reaction to His poetry")
it did not cut me as deep
yet I bled, well I bleed
it did not color anything for me, my personality and temperaments have not changed
yet I can see these beautiful dark green trees, well I am slowly seeing
- i love being surrounded
embraced by a chilling breeze
yet i am running out of the forest of my mind screaming
the constant screaming is why my voice is hoarse
yes, that is why my eyes are tear-filled
being coerced and manipulated and deceived by the happenings of love
this explains my faster heartbeat - it skips, no it gallops, well it sprints
and then my weak limbs..
as my desire and "say so" grows
other parts of my being, mainly my limbs, become weak
here am I (according to "others" vulnerable but not naive
blasting music, cramming for exams, and venting to strangers about him)
but I am.
his love
the effect
affected me... (according to "others" infected me)
Don't lay the plucked flowers on my grave
for,I am not at all alive to crave
I don't want my name to be engraved
for,it had long since been waived
Stack the colorful flower pots on all corners
Sow some grass seeds round the borders
Also plant the flowering green creepers
Let them adorn the place as decors
May the flowers smile throughout the years
and let timbre of smiling flowers reach the ears
of the dancing butterflies and let them appear
and gracefully dance with full of cheers
On the center of the grave, fix a big bird feeder,
may it enthrall the blabbers and baya weavers
Also dig a small pond that is about ten meter
and fill in the pond with crystal clear water
Let it be used as the ultimate thirst quencher,
quenching innocents thirst and there's nothing better.
No need of tombstone and epitaph to honor
My grave shouldn't be a place of horror
Listening to the nature's songs at my place
my soul will ever rest in peace
https://m.soundcloud.com/user-921599710/living-water
From the city of Sychar, a stone throw away
Stood a welcomed wayside well
Jesus and disciples, took thy rest
A journey of news to tell
Disciples went on, to pay for foods
For then a woman came by
A Samaritan, a glazing glance
Still water to draw up high
The Messiah’s request astonishing
A drink to ask of her
Yet the water he would give
A living thirst quencher
Of water not drawn from the well
To cleanse the sins of men
Salvation gift, given for free
To never be thirsty again
Written by Geraldine Taylor ©
Ice Cold Water Equals Ultimate Thirst Quencher...
Especially experiencing onset dehydration,
this opinion shared by former consumer,
he quaffed truckloads sugary and sports drinks
found mine once sculpted baby boomer body
undergoing gender reorientation, particularly
nondescript breasts incrementally found
busting (rivaling playboy bunny chest)
necessitated this garden variety
NON GMO gluten free husband
"papa," an endearment
addressed by the missus
puzzled when her
brassieres went missing
loathe to believe what sounded
like cock and bull story
embarrassed, yet finally
relented into pestiferous
inquisitiveness hen pecking wife,
she stood agape, after I dare bare
unclothed upper torso revealed
floppy, limp biscuit sagging
sorry excuse for bosom
hence necessitating yours truly
to resort as partial crossdresser,
yet never foreseeing
anatomical morphology transforming
(analogous to mushroom popping up
following bucketloads of rain)
thus went cold turkey,
(as attested by this gobbledygook)
to swear off high caloric non nutritious
popular beverages
(generating bajillions dollars),
and additionally
forced non chipper infowar
i.e. internal three ring circuits
uncivil insurrection
(less than seven years ago)
as weeks elapsed months
(this unplanned resolution
dated early two thousand nineteen),
discarded over the shoulder boulder holder
in tandem with exercise
few times per week
plying twenty pound dumbbells
a pronounced reduction
saved me big bucks
undergoing cosmetic surgery!
Wild blooms
vivid with hue
and a teasing perfume.
Captivates ravenous insects
lured instinctively through thick underbrush
for a fulfilling thirst quencher.
Passionate to give life
sustained by the
Wild blooms
Copyright © 2009 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Every day is an exciting new adventure
A thirst for knowledge, a real mind bender
For opening new doors
To vistas unexplored
The love and joy is a real thirst quencher
Risking The Perils Of The Long Road
Sitting so happily silent as a sleeping toad
Wild forest stirring my thirst for adventure
Sun wakes me, soon walking down this long road
Racing stream alongside a great thirst quencher.
Ahead are fields of gold covering acres of wheat
I hear fantastic thrills and ladies a'calling
Mystery awaits the bold, the dreams I shall meet
Not to fear the wickedly bad and the falling
Happiness, song and love- food that I shall eat
Onward! Now time to stop the useless stalling.
My mind dreaming of the first lady I will kiss
There is pleasure in the sweetest anticipation
And love dancing my life must never dare miss
Songs flying forth to claim her great adulation.
Each curve sends me into its beautiful new realm
Where Sun sets on my heart's dearest destination
Treasures and dreams in the bounty, so overwhelm
Spirit soon speaks in joyous and dear affirmation
Ahead a golden palace shines in its deep creation
Granted the miracle far beyond humble expectation.
Never again sitting as silent as a sleepy ole toad
Treasures ahead, risking the perils of the long road!
R. J. Lindley
Feb, 25th 1972
NOTE- Presented as was written decades ago ,
no editing...
I imagine relief while feeling comfortably numb...
anesthetized courtesy central air
analogous to gulping down
a tall glass of ice cold water,
which equals ultimate thirst quencher,
especially for those
experiencing onset dehydration,
the following poetic opinion/editorial
shared by yours truly, a former consumer
who quaffed truckloads sugary and sports drinks
found mine once sculpted baby boomer body
undergoing gender reorientation, particularly
nondescript breasts incrementally found
busting (rivaling playboy bunny chest)
necessitated this garden variety
NON GMO gluten free husband
"papa," an endearment
addressed by the missus
puzzled when her
brassieres went missing
loathe to believe what sounded
like cock and bull story
embarrassed, yet finally
relented into pestiferous
inquisitiveness hen pecking wife,
she stood agape, after I dare bare
unclothed upper torso revealed
floppy, limp biscuit sagging
sorry excuse for bosom
hence necessitating yours truly
to resort as partial crossdresser,
yet never foreseeing
anatomical morphology transforming
(analogous to mushroom popping up
following bucketloads of rain)
thus went cold turkey,
(as attested by this gobbledygook)
to swear off high caloric non nutritious
popular beverages
(generating bajillions dollars),
and additionally forced non chipper infowar
i.e. internal three ring circuits
uncivil insurrection
(a tad more'n eighteen months ago)
as weeks elapsed months
(this unplanned resolution
dated June seventeenth
two thousand twenty two),
discarded over the shoulder boulder holder
in tandem with exercise
few times per week
alternating plying twenty pound dumbbells
and exercising viz pedaling
(quasi bicycle) machine
a pronounced reduction
saved me big bucks
undergoing cosmetic (Liposuction) surgery!
He gave water to quench thirst
A refreshing spring
He told it calm and be still
Tasty as iced tea
Sweet like lemonade
It is so
Nice!
© Joseph, 11/6/07
© All Rights Reserved
This is based on Mark 4:35-41. The “Epulaeryu” poem is about delicious food
and drinks. It consists of seven lines with thirty-three syllables. The first line has
seven syllables, the second line five, the third line seven, the fourth line five, the
fifth line five, the sixth line three, and the seventh line has only one syllable which
ends with an exclamation mark. Each line has one thought relating to the main
course. The Epulaeryu poetic form syllable count is 7/5/7/5/5/3/1. It has
corresponding lines built around the main course, and concludes with the
ending line expressing the writer’s excitement and feelings about the meal. The
Epulaeryu poetic form was invented by Joseph Spence
Blue marble of life
Never was in strife
Enter humans greedy, scheming
Leaving the Earth screaming
Invisible saviour and protector
Cries silently in horror
Ravages by Father time
Corrupting it from sublime
The life giving elixir
And ultimate thirst quencher
Wasn’t spared human greed
Hence, contamination was guaranteed
Playing with raging fire
Is the human desire
To burn the house
That’s hard to douse
Said the rains
like tear drops
I come roll off the leaves
fresh thirst quencher
these the tears of blessing from above
trying to tell something
but humans are unwilling to listen
so how can you understand these riddles
sent to encourage you to become conscious
of every drop of good
falling without a price
©Al Juman 4/13/2020
The Cup Of Life
Filled to it's brim to seve the universe,
Mighty, Portable and liftable for old and young,
Carriable to toddlers even at it's brim,
Affordable and costless mug.
.
Unavoidable to everyone,
Mankind's Thirst quencher,
filled to satisfy Him,
Made to make him better.
.
Made from the finest and ancient ceramics
Beauty undescribable,
Glitters better than Gold,
Worths more value than diamonds,
.
Content's volume immeasurable,
Tastes better than french wine,
Quenches thirsts without any sip,
Value inestimable.
.
By: Fanu Damilola Daniel
©2018
Poetry is a thirst-quencher
I look forward to my daily cup
It rehydrates my parched spirit
Attenuates the bitter taste of life
Every sip, I savour
As I see poetry everywhere
In everything
In Toronto's tall buildings,
In its small cafés
In its multitudes
In the blue eyes, green,
And brown eyes
In the smiling faces
And the mirthless ones
In doors opening like gaping mouths
Ejecting hapless Torontians
In the big blue lake
In the multiple languages commingling with English
In the churches, mosques and temples
Side by side
In the aroma of ethnic cooking
In the wide highways
Offering endless possibilities
In the ever so brief but warm summers
In the hope written on immigrant's faces
I see poetry
In the priest's homily at Sunday mass
In the voice of a young mother
Scolding her child
I hear poetry
Poetry is a thirst-quencher
Pour me a cup
And I'll forever be your friend