Best Wading Poems

Farewell, Youthful Days Of Wading In Crystal Clear Streams

Farewell, the coming dawn and its soft, golden glow
born as infant fawn, a peaceful river in flow
or a memory of life beneath crescent moon
Refreshing breeze, shade's breath, simmering in hot June.

Farewell, that dream, a glory yet to be unfurled
Predawn vision of happiness in this sad world
or true...

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Before I leave from this world
A vision of you I yearn to see
Intrepidly my heart leads on
I possess the door but not the key

A swan on this lake of love
Loneliness, finally, has reared its head
Cold is the lake I am drifting on
I search the shallows for warmth instead

No comfort to be found for my aching...

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Silk wading thru wistfully warm sea waters,
my dreaming fingers have lingered to potter
with ocean surface, sun sparkled glitters.
My poetic pieces have gone full twitter
in charmed waters of crystal clear rarity
where I felt God's love soothe life's severity.

Slowly easing into ocean powered waves,
my playful moods have seriously caved
from forceful, salt stinging, brutal wave smacks.
My body has...

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Wading In Coolest Streams Of Subconscious Delights

Often I wish my life had been a lost feather,
blowing up high within a sea swept moaning gale.
Lost but quite content in such furious weather
spirit justly weighted upon a cosmic scale.
Often this young heart seeks even greater release
wading in coolest streams of subconscious delights.
Seeking love and joy greater than...

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She stands - wading through puddles

like small islands encircled in glass

The tide has long gone...

returned to tired hermit crabs...
and rested clams in the shallows...

Sal-try streams and rivers calm...
lay in wait for random raindrops...
to fall from clouds exiled...

She stands wading in puddles...
feet gently bathe her silky skin...

With arms outstretched she beckons the rains...
lifts her bright emerald...

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Last year I got into trouble; 
It was certain my digits would double!
"Eighty-seventh time!"
Meant stop, that's the line!
Now my clear upper limit's a puddle!...

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To beautify him further lacks only a gilded spark divine, love eternal unbound.
The night was young we stood closely, the moment held, we shared a kiss.
His incendiary sunshine smile could melt the polar ice and snowy ground.
I wade pining for another touch of your lips, silky and warm, rhapsody’s bliss.

The night was young, we stood...

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I'm wading in the water --
World at my fingertips.
The sun drying out my hair,
Water rolling off my lips.

The world would be like so --
If it were without flaw.
The truth, that's covered from your eyes
Is not like this at all.

I'm sinking down into the depths -- 
The darkness of unknown.
I cannot help but to feel
Confined, so...

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I love the way the sky defends the sea;
The way the waves do break upon the shore.
But when the clouds seep in to disagree—
My eyes begin to guide the tides of war.
My fingers twitch; I smell the herald’s fear,
I must prepare my love to play the part,
To save our sacred crux from the unclear—
And batten...

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visitors flood park
                                                 capture bear wading in...

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Wading naked
By arianne bungay

The nails go through my wrists
And the hammer brings blows to my back
As I wade naked on the bloody stone platform
Being laughed at and patronized
The faces all look the same
The arguments will never change
Friendships never to be seen again
Love is gone with every tear I shed
I close my eyes and smile
With every...

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Reflect on the wrong,
Like every song,
I repeat;
Roads curve and twist,
Just catch a grip,
Of what is required,
And all that’s desired,
One day acquired;
We can only hope,
For brightness in dark,
Names carved in bark,
Will be washed to null,
When the waves break,
They will reveal the broken....

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Wading Weighting Waiting Room

Wading in thoughts, weighting words, 
fearfully here in this waiting room.

There's a compact slightly cracked 
music player by itself on a shelf. 

Someone largely in charge has 
shaped tape over its switches.

So none of us can make it go, 
and silence reigns, or rains in our brains. 

But curiouser and worryouser, 
there...

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Mothers & fathers crying,
Young and old lie dying
Those left behind still trying
To find their way back home

                           --How can they start
        ...

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Not sure where we stand
                                  We must agree on a plan
           ...

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