Flood Poems - Poems about Flood

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...

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My heart is broken for our dear Texan dears ...

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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...

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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...

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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 ...

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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...

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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...

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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 –...

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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...

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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? ...

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

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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…...

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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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I was born into the weeping skies of July in this part of the world where the monsoon speaks in a language only the soul understands. Rain, like liquid glass, trickles down the banyan and banana leaves, the air hums with the rhythm of life reborn, and as a lullaby induces me to sleep. The sowing takes place in paddy...

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Courage is not having the strength to go on; it is going on when you don’t have the strength. –Theodore Roosevelt (1858-1919), 26th President of the United States A year of heartbreak, soundless as the stars who glitter, surreal, remembering while we make our wishes, feel the darkness surrounding, gentling at best… the beautiful kiss of a lonely death, fatalities...

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