Flood Poems - Poems about Flood

A historic flood

A
historic flood
forgotten except in
tucked away 
newspapers
which a reader
runs across and
due to an assumed
overlay of time
apparently
avoids the freedom
arising as what
is happening~~

Each inch of my niche

The whirlwind rolled in rings at the eyewall,
Wild gale blew through the open tropical field.
I'd forgotten to close the windows tight,
And the ensuing rain inundated each inch of my niche.
The hurricane hurriedly stripped the veld of its peace.

Dry air pacified the expanse of the grassland,
The massive flood drained into a sunken cesspool,
My thoughts swayed to

Echoes of Liminal Light

they slither down the long halls
coiling thoughts like vine-sharp calls
calm defies
walls lean in with breathing cracks
truth waits, but never walks back
you flicker—don’t ask why
their whispers rise like flood and tide
but roots hold beneath the lie
you break—and light slips quietly by

A Prayer for Texas Flood of Tears

                My heart is broken for our dear Texan dears

                              

Spring Flood

Last year the fields were dust and bone,
The rivers whispered in dirt and stone.
The sun stood high, a ruthless king
A crown of fire, heat never-ending.

It saw itself in glory and pride
And looked at the Earth in arrogant snide
“See me, how I’ve grown into a King,
Without me you wouldn’t be anything”

On the ground, far below
The flowers

River Flood

the river has flooded again
I can smell the fish from my pasture
I run down there, careful to not slide into it

such secrets she holds
I wonder at their magnitude
feeling small and alone

There is a coldness to the water today
I imagine the catfish are in their glory
Loving the extra volume

An ominous feeling to the river
I sense a

The Flood Gates Opened

Today the flood gates opened
A strong tide rushed down, coming down
Everything was just swept away
No one left, no one around
It became clear an act of God
See what happens in the Lord's mighty wrath?
He struck down with lightning and with thunder
We prayed that all things would again last

10-6-2025 Side: A

I just want to be loved, 
For however long it lasts, 
It’s enough, 
I just need someone to lift me out of the mud. 
I just want to be loved, 
Even for five minutes, 
Passed over,
I’m fine with being lost in the flood. 
I just want to be loved, 
For however long it lasts, 
It’s

Experience of a Flood

Rain
Icey teardrops
Dripping slowly down the panes
Like a bitter honey
As though my brick home is suddenly flooded with bittersweet memories

Death
The reaper
Who shines in the midnight hour like an eroding candle
Finally shared with me the news
As he took some of my suitcases with him
With no farewell
He climbed aboard his melancholy chariot
“A stage of life,” he said
And took

Claiming September

this world, connected by signals
cell phones, towers impregnated by vibrations
mild colors, flames rising from the hopes
hues stolen by the edges of a heart,
who hears the wind in the trees, the struggle
the need of raindrops, poignant 
stroking the last of the moments before
Helene spoke her war with creation
a war that left time off its foundation –

My Village - Monsoon Flood

The skies now dark with swollen grief,
Rain lashes roofs beyond belief.
The monsoon comes not soft, but roaring seas,
It spares no home and trees, nor man, nor child.

Before my eyes - truth too raw to bear,
A mother staggered through the despair,
Clutching her sack above the flood,
Her last few grains, her sweat, her blood.

The fields we tilled

Please, open the door

Please, open the door

Open the door, I want to live and stay alive
The flood is coming. Wants to erase my sins

Not my sins. These are my events. Nothing happened
But I did. I know. I did wrong things. My life was in shadow

Dear Noah
I confessed all
Can I enter?

Joy Within

Let the joy that flows in the gate of affection
Flood your world like an ocean
And water your desert with a unique bloom.

Dry Oasis

A flood, my loyal eyes disobeyed me
Tears like fractured glass betrayed me,
Stabbed my face, into a dry oasis,
My body, overthrown by the love of you,
Yet my soul, still untouched by your rain…

After the Flood

Stray cats slipped under a waterlogged night
only to drift back bedraggled,
as if today still pulled at their tails

Old Charley Winslow died
before the deluge,
before the river threw itself
over the dike.
Laid out for burial
he was seen to float out of a lower window.

Lots are gone,
welcome mats and watering cans,
sheds and shingles,
plastic peddle carts,
potted plants, stretchy pants, and

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