Best Water Down Poems
He walked along the beach a man forlorn
Forgotten were his dreams, his heart was torn
The gentle waves spoke of the years gone by
And drew salt water down from saddened eye
He saw some driftwood lying on the shore
It sparked his interest and he longed for more
He touched it gently, to his great delight
Sandalwood he’d found: passion to ignite
The need to carve once more came to his mind
A joy he’d lost and could no longer find
He took it home, that battered piece of wood
With hopes to turn it into something good
A mane of hair took shape beneath his hands
Flowing waves of curly wooden strands
Round shoulders of the woman of his dreams
And breasts and waist of beauty carved supreme
Gracefully her form began to take on shape
When he was done he stood there mouth agape
She was a goddess made of his desire
A love for her consumed him like a fire
At night he wished upon a falling star
She’d come to life and chase his sorrows far
He looked at her before he fell asleep
And smiled for he’d forgotten how to weep
He felt a stirring there beside his bed
A presence seemed to hover near his head
He looked upon his statue now in flesh
Her body like a breeze was young and fresh
She pressed her lips so gently over his
“I need to tell you, love, listen to this
I was discarded, battered, wounded sore
I chose to be a part of life no more
You saw in me my hidden beauty fine
Your wish has reached the heart of the Divine
I stand before you, answer to your prayer
Sent to give you love and tend’rest care.”
She kissed his lips, and veiled him in her hair
His tears she wiped, this answer to his prayer
With him she lay, her breast his pillow sweet
The richest fare of sandalwood, his treat
What else transpires is curtained from our sight
Burning sandalwood…..scents the glowing night
Eileen Manassian Ghali
"Sexy Who"
*Summer*
sand, oozing through toes
water down my swimsuit piece
how I love the sun
*Summer*
new sun-rays run my soul
wind swims around my pale skin
sunburn, ouch!
*Dizzy*
strong & Long Lasting
The Viagra moment fades
power by the sun
*Jerk Around*
secret moment
Vixen photos of my youth
rock hard & bigger
~SKAT~
Alone
Under stone
The road ends here
Grave of bones
I reached out to caress
The past, and her sweet heart so blessed
Tears water down flowers, that one day shall wilt
For even they, gave up on loves bloom
I have been devoid of heart long ago
Dead to the living
Living for the dead
Love does that, so do not dread
She, who stole the essence of me,
Where ever she shall be buried
My bones may lie over yonder
My heart lies heavy, with the phantom of she
The past burying all, to the one and last
Says I
Alone under grey washed gravestone
At long last
Père Lachaise
The busy Moon forgot about the Tide.
She left it out all day upon the sand.
And when it found itself alone topside,
there mischief was immediately at hand.
It washed the muddy Rocks until they shone,
then dragged in trash to mess them up again,
it chilled the chubby babies to the bone
and tugged their pudgy feet to pull them in.
It rearranged the peaceful ocean floor
and wrapped the kelp into a tangled wreath,
then turned up all the driftwood on the shore
and tickled every creature underneath.
It tricked the Fishermen it came across
by pulling at the lines they'd cast about,
took cages that it saw the Trappers toss
and let the little Crabs and Lobsters out.
It fooled with every Fish that floated by,
it sprayed the Seagulls when they flew too near,
it pooled in spots it KNEW the Sun liked dry
and played with all the boats along the pier.
It sueezed the baby Squid until they laughed
then painted funny pictures with their ink
and after it had taught them all this craft,
it swirled away like water down a sink.
It called to Clouds that hung around the sky
and asked to meet them halfway in between
then teased them until they began to cry
but just to make it rain, not to be mean...
The Tide adored its mischief and it would
have gleefully continued on its spree
but for the Moon, who for the greater good,
came up at last and let it out to sea!
I prayed for rain to visit us and to refresh our souls....
The heavens heard, and opened up, pouring water down the rice fields,
Washing off the seedlings that we had planted for a week.
** June 6, 2010 ^_^
The busted fire hydrant on the corner sprays water down like rain.
Water gushes down the dirty gutter, relieving this humid pain.
Sipping iced tea in their air-conditioned houses on the hill or in high-rise,
They don’t know how the streets burn little feet, or pretend not to realize.
They call us poor white trash, no charity we are shown.
I can virtually live on nothing when nothing is all I’ve known.
College I finished on top of the class. How far did it get me?
I have nowhere to hang my hat or wall to hang my degree.
The streets teach lessons of a hard knocks life.
You learn to survive despite hunger and strife.
You learn how to rob Peter in order to pay Paul,
And that stale, day old bread’s better than no bread at all.
You quickly find out just how warm the newspaper can be,
As you hold a cardboard sign, begging change from society.
Laid off from your job with no severance pay,
It doesn’t take long ‘til you’ve got nowhere to stay.
No family to help you when the chips are down,
You find yourself walking the mean streets of town.
How will you turn your whole life around?
Get a job and regular pay when you’re sleeping on the ground?
You need more than a meal and night’s stay in a shelter,
You need society to give a damn and be a real helper.
Quit ignoring the problem. Don’t look the other way.
Do something to help. That could easily be you some day.
her body nude and wet
glistening water down her back
a smile follows a hint
her flesh a beautiful brown tint
a scream
a moan
in the shower she stands alone
Sacred days that are never ending
But people seem to have lost the meaning
Corporate big business has hijacked and taken over
Sold people other stories of less importance
Water down the truth
Eradicate the message
This is what governments, media and business do
To retain there self importance
So we don't forget that they rule
And that they're the power
Which is not the truth
The power lays in me and you
So see through the lies
Cut through the hype
And decide what is truly sacred to you.
The busy Moon forgot about the Tide.
She left it out all day upon the sand.
And when it found itself alone topside,
there mischief was immediately at hand.
It washed the muddy Rocks until they shone,
then dragged in trash to mess them up again,
it chilled the chubby babies to the bone
and tugged their pudgy feet to pull them in.
It rearranged the peaceful ocean floor
and wrapped the kelp into a tangled wreath,
then turned up all the driftwood on the shore
and tickled every creature underneath.
It tricked the Fishermen it came across
by pulling at the lines they'd cast about,
took cages that it saw the Trappers toss
and let the little Crabs and Lobsters out.
It fooled with every Fish that floated by,
it sprayed the Seagulls when they flew too near,
it pooled in spots it KNEW the Sun liked dry
and played with all the boats along the pier.
It sueezed the baby Squid until they laughed
then painted funny pictures with their ink
and after it had taught them all this craft,
it swirled away like water down a sink.
It called to Clouds that hung around the sky
and asked to meet them halfway in between
then teased them until they began to cry
but just to make it rain, not to be mean...
The Tide adored its mischief and it would
have gleefully continued on its spree
but for the Moon, who for the greater good,
came up at last and let it out to sea!
The church's voice seems so void
in this modern age so spiritually dim
where atheism and modernism in charge
controlling social opinion forever in film
so many churches water down the message
where the gospel is no gospel at all
losing it's effect with no power in effect
no wonder sin is rampant no longer small
But the question needs to be asked
what is the church without the gospel?
can it be called indeed one anymore
when souls cry to go to God's hospital
The only medicine that can cure sin
is the gospel of God's redeeming grace
but it must be told truly as it is
and not carnal entertainment in it's place
The Bible says what God has declared
repent of sin and believe God's word
this is God's church only real message
anything less is completely absurd
So church of Christ from death arise
put on your gospel armour bright
be bold be strong and stand fast
it's still day shine forth before it's night
('There is nothing so useless as a church without the gospel' - J.C. Ryle (1816-1900)
Having a shower is relaxing, water gently falling,
Soothing your naked body, but I nearly went sprawling,
I was staying with Ricky and Robyn his wife,
When an incident the most embarrassing in my life,
Took and shook away all my feminine power,
All because I nearly slipped and stumbled in the shower!
They bought non slippery mats, but had to pass,
It felt as if I was actually walking on glass,
They were renovating their bathroom, so for safety
Placed them right to the door, so thoroughly wet I bravely
Attempted to walk on the first one, nearly broke my neck,
Back to the shower oh goodness me, I felt like a wreck.
Tried to cool the water down as it had turned hot,
But the tap came off in my hand, oh no please not
Another disaster, the window had bars, onto which I held,
ROBYN I yelled come quick I can’t take a step, I felt
Helpless, Robyn rushes in – I’m as naked as the day I was born,
In my hand was the tap that had broken, I was quite forlorn,
Don’t worry about the tap, it does this every so often,
The door was open, I heard the dogs barking at the commotion,
All five Labradors rushed in, tails wagging, ready for a party,
Dudley the fattest is loving, so cuddy, but always so farty,
Ricky whistled for the dogs from the kitchen, they ran out,
The water was the right temperature, mats without doubt,
Were removed, and so eventually I finished my shower,
As I was stepping out of the bathroom, the lights went out,
We had no power!
Selective Memory
Yesterday's memories
made new again.
never let me forget
I hold onto pieces
of
my life in my mind-
The day that I
forget,
is the day that I
have nothing left.
Who selects these
memory samples?
The smile, the one
dimple
the pinch-able
cheeks.Chin with cleft..
To love you was
so simple.Love
reasoned out in
tantrums and pouts--
Pull the plug
Old water down the
drain
new rain in water
spouts-
transferred hugs-on
memory lane.
I hold onto those
pieces
of my life,fresh new
dresses
twirling
-twirling,hair
curling,
curling - falling
tresses of
festive locks.
I invested in no bad
stock.
We dance in
our memories with
great ambition-
every move precision -
Who made this
decision?
Not aware of why
these memories
were chosen by the
selector to re-main.
I hold onto pieces
of my life in my mind-
The day that I
forget,
is the day that I
have nothing left.
Life tells a story, but who does write?
Is it “I” that “I” must fight?
Does the Redwood tree grow on its own?
Does it call water down from the throne?
Does the mountain adorn herself?
Do the books climb upon the shelf?
Does the ocean call forth the wave?
And in itself does the ocean rave?
I know our life will tell a story.
It will reveal to whom we glory!
I don’t want to write my own book.
For my Creator has not forsook!
When my earthy life comes to its end.
May my story be written by best friend!
The Light that shines in my darkest hour.
The Deliverer, in whose grace every day I shower!
The Comforter who holds me through the pain.
And the Holy One who bore my shame!
The Prince, who will never ever let me down!
And King, who will place my heavenly crown!
Yes, my life will have its fairytale ending.
Because with Jesus, eternity I’m spending!
Therefore, I want Jesus to write my book.
When you remember me, to him please look!
Written By: Stacey Brown 5/19/16
Come back to reality
the fuel line, source, and parking head
you cannot embellish
what has energized for millennium
Don't water down what must be devoured
Zeal in its proper input/ output
True depth of cave man passion
Strolling down our favorite place on the sandy beach.
I can see your handsome face smiling back at me.
Its 10pm on the dot, the time we always meet
I walk towards your smiling face, you make me feel complete.
I can feel the icy wind blowing through my hair.
The waves begin to crash in again; I can smell the salty air.
I can feel your velvety lips as they gently press on mine.
I feel so warm and bubbly as though I’m on cloud nine.
I can feel your strong arms wrapped around me so tight.
We both look up at the starry sky n the beautiful moon so bright.
As I lay my head on your shoulder, a shooting star flies by.
I make the same old wish; for you to always be by my side.
I can see your brown eyes, staring back at mine.
This where I want to always be, I wish I could freeze time.
You take me into your arms and we dance the night away.
Humming all our favorite songs that we always use to play.
Its 5am already, we cuddle as the sun begins to rise.
Time went by so quickly, I just hate saying goodbye.
The tears started to roll, but you gently wiped them away.
You kissed me on my forehead and assured me everything will be okay.
You will always be watching over me in all that I do.
And when I’m feeling sad, I just gotta close my eyes and think of you.
You will be there by my side to hug the pain away.
And when I fall to my knees all I have to do is pray.
We get interrupted by a buzzing sound; my alarm clock goes off again.
Your image slowly disappears like water down a drain.
I wake up and wipe my teary eyes, a new day now begins.
But at 10pm on the sandy beach, is where I will meet you in my dreams