Floodgate Poems | Examples

This nomadic wind

This nomadic wind
       This nomadic wind, and along the way the buds are a fallen subtlety 
i have gathered them all, paved to greet your way 
Accept , please accept them all, with thy humble hands.
When I am no longer around, they will blossom around your flowerbed. 
your fingers to weave a floral necklace , remember with heartache and pain
as if  I am there with your remembrance
The sleep deprived nightingale is a response there with a failure and the pain, tonight , an absorbed tonight!
a pair and their own, 
a pair and their meeting churn
moonlights floodgate and the full moon during the festive moon
the subtle hue are all willing there, there when tomorrow is lit up
during your fatigued noontide.

Where Are We Going

I see a world wet with tears of sorrow;
there is so much bigotry, greed, and hate.
I fear what fate may befall the morrow;
while politicians beg you to donate,
corruption runs like an open floodgate.
Cultists and conspirators shared one voice;
to deprive women of having a choice.
Frustrated, the confused support a fool,
and the multi-billionaires rejoice;
the poorly informed are the perfect tool.

Departed - Helal Hafiz

Where are you staying these days? Are you doing fine? Send me letters.

One twilight hue rejoiced with the whimsical hand fan, bought from fair 
How is that doing at your hand so late at night, like this? Send me letters.
Which page on the calendar is grieving with me, absorbed
Bright eyes, chanting gazes,  yearn there as they adore you. Send me letters.
Which word muses along as  hours pass, they play around as the day progresses?  
Which memory plays it safe , whispering to be soaked in floodgate of the lovers’ lane?
Send me letters . Send me letters, Send me letters, 

Or else, not any more words to forbid, cuddle time with oblivion to chime
The loser was this, me, who is relevant , there to be?
Even though I loved thee to find only mistakes with me.  Mistake, mistake.
The gone astray dandelion,  and the pollen, sprinkler delight within
My killer noises of the solitude,  noon hours, through my five, What else , anyway?
In one life , wastage , how much of that will  there be, anymore, anyhow?
One Beatrice , to inflict heartache, how much pain of that will  there be, anymore, anyhow?

The Floogate

Walls were covered in cobwebs that chattered.
Splash is flaking from the crumbling floodgate.
It was flawed to wait while you were battered.
Walls were covered in cobwebs that chattered.
A long time of hush leads in aged flattered.
And some items that may freshly relate.
Walls were covered in cobwebs that chattered.
Splash is flaking from the crumbling floodgate.

Written: February 20, 2023

Floodgates

A floodgate

Is opened in the

Meanderings of

Wholeness

As THIS gains

Resonance..

THIS excludes

No story..and all

Stories can expand

Racing away as

The story of the

Expanding universe..

Words hang together

Somehow and can

Seem as infinity

Lives in each

Story:

THIS...

The Giant of Africa

Torrents of thoughts torment me
Floodgate of distractions rack my soul
Avalanche of delusions 
Decapitate my mental faculty 
As I muse over the degeneration 
That has dogged my beloved country 

She manifests every aspect
Of a failed state
The giant of Africa has lost control 
Of her Territory to terrorists
Bandits have re-colonized my fatherland
Kidnappers strike terror into the hearts
Of weary and hapless Nigerians
While her economy continues to
Stumble and wobble with ignominy 
In the hands of oil thieves 

The ancient perpetrators of
rape
Against our father land
Are shamelessly like vultures 
Gathering and flying over
The carcass of the comatose nation
To gang-rape her to death 

Arise fellow Nigerians and stand firm 
Let us take our country back
From chaos to path of sanity

To Be Without You

When buildings crumble
& return back to dust
& heads turn in disgust.
Faced with lust & deeds
Of mistrust.

When all else fades
& the stars speckle
Like eons of old dust collected
& swept across the sky,
Time will cease to exist.

While some of us ascend
The staircase.
Not all of us will be so fortunate
In a desert of red.

In any case,
No matter which way you go,
Wait for me.

Wait for me at the floodgate
Which passion percolates &
The stars weep for us as we do
For them.
Don’t breathe without me,
Just as I wouldn’t without you.
Humble & unknowing

I don’t know what’s to become of us
But I do know,
I don’t want to be without you.
When buildings crumble
& return back to dust
When all else fades
& the stars speckle
Like eons of old dust collected
& swept across the sky.

Wait for me,
No matter what happens

Fear

Easily kicking open The floodgate of panic,
The quickening of blood circulation, titanic:
A once normal breathing is disturbingly hoarse
And the modest in behavior dreadfully coarse.
Eyes now pop out of their homely sockets,
Relaxed hands out of trousers pockets.
Some hearts are ready to make their last murmurs,
The headaches of this moment, crushing hammers.

Fluid secretions choose knotted temples,
With bangs on one’s door supplying more samples:
Sometimes over a mismanaged mammoth sum of money,
For which one hasn’t yet informed one’s attorney.

Fear often would follow a demeaning rape,
Whose legal implications one foresaw its shape
Or some business, very untidy, completely rotten?
Which one had contracted but long forgotten;
Death now in a hurry to visit
And one doesn’t want to meet it.
To Fear
 I say, ‘’Tufia!’’
Fie!
Die!
Readily unsettling the mind
And the body does bind;
Meaningful activities to a halt, grind.

Goodbye Rose

Cancer is an ugly disease…not only for the life it takes
But for all the sorrow and sadness…left floating in its wake….

Although I did not know her personally I’ve kept abreast of cases she has tried
which is why I was saddened yesterday when I heard that she had died.

But what finally caused my tears to flow…what opened my floodgate
was, amidst the many tributes to her, were the messages of hate.

The more I read the sadder I felt until soon I was feeling numb
as my heart filled up with sorrow at the country we’ve become.

Cancer comes in many forms causing families sadness, sorrow and strife
progressing slowly through the body until it finally takes a life.

Hate is a form of cancer…I wish people would understand
How it’s metastasizing quickly…as it spreads across the land.

Two forms of cancer make me sad today…
The first that took this woman I am thinking of…
and the second that is slowly killing
this country that I love.

Poems Come Faster and Faster

Poems come faster and faster
Once you open the floodgate of your imagination
The world of make believe is more than ready
Bringing for more what ifs and maybes
Than you can organize or manage

In the nocturnal realm, ideas come forth and shake me awake
The subconscious takes over, and I dream away
Waking up with poems prancing out of my head
Hearing the last stanza or the last line
Wondering what the heck I just heard

The pen intrigues me to captivate what has just happened
On an ethereal plane that is well beyond my grasp
I watch the pen scribbling lines, whorls, and dots across the plane
Wondering if it know what it is doing
For I am sure that I do not.
And are these the poems in my dream?
I frankly have no idea.

The Purest Love

At 22, her life still gave mine meaning
This feral kitten born inside a barn
In dark times, she was ever intervening
To bring smiles, she wrestled balls of yarn

When arthritis kept Katy from leaping
I picked her up and knew she’d soon meet fate
But still, she purred as I just sat by weeping
Till one morning, I opened the floodgate

I buried her beneath her favorite oak
A place where she’d spent many hours preening
And sure am I she never misses a stroke
From Angel Gabe whose arm she must be cleaning




*August 15, 2020
For Constance’s “All Pets Go to Heaven” contest

Sanctum of Eternal Bliss

Unsatiated cravings open the floodgate of suffering,
surging torrent of torment tosses the servile soul,
for in the karmic cycle of being born and reborn,
desire doesn’t die, but it’s a blink between life and death.

Distressed mind extracted from sanctum of sense-response,
stilled in the quietude of silent mindfulness pervasive, 
finds the rays of divine light at the end of the mortal tunnel,
where the righteous life gets the insight of unveiled wisdom.

The liberated soul attains the distilled essence of nirvana,
floating on the ether of the last breath ascends to heaven, 
the transcendent supernatural kingdom of almighty God,
to be suffused there enduringly with His benevolent grace. 

At the celestial portal of the mystique afterlife existence,
an angel waits to welcome to the new abode in paradise,
enlightening that the novel life of real intent begins then,
permeated by the ethereal ambiance of eternal bliss.

May 28, 2020
Contest : Heaven
Sponsor : Regina Riddle

My Favorite Legend

A prince born in the cradle of royal opulence
in the picturesque vale of the Nepal Himalaya, 
Siddhartha Gautama renounced worldly life,
turned a mendicant, embarked on spiritual quest.

Striving to escape the mist of mundane illusions
in the mortal life of overwhelming ignorance,
mind intensely controlled meditated beneath Bodhi tree,
until awake enlightened to become the Buddha.

The tanets of his teaching seeded in the Gangetic plains
flourished as a new spiritual concept of awakening,
spread beyond the shores of ancient India
to emerge as a world religion, the Buddhism.

Distressed mind withdrawn from the sense-responses,
stilled in the quietude of mindfulness,
finds the beam of divine light at the end of dark tunnel,
the righteous life gets the insight of wisdom.

Unsatiated cravings open the floodgate of suffering,
leading to karmic cycle of dying and being born.
The Buddha, my favorite spiritual legend, showed the way
of liberating the soul to attain the essence of nirvana.


Written : March 11, 2020
Contest : Completely Your Choice (7)
Sponsor : Brian Strand

Crack In Reality

 
~~~
It may have been only an illusion,
a delusion or dream;
yet, in that vivid imagination
I once possessed,
the tiniest crack became
an open floodgate ~
I couldn’t help myself
from drowning
in you.
~~~

Its the Heart Stupid

It’s The Heart Stupid
By: Miracle Man
8/7/2019

Our Country seems filled
With guns and hate.
The rash of shootings
Is like an open floodgate.
We see the race card played
On almost any given day.
But It’s the hearts of men
That cause bullets to spray.
Taking away the guns
Will never be the answer.
But the blood of Jesus
Can eradicate this cancer.
When man’s evil heart
Is bent on destruction.
The taking of life with guns
Will have no reduction.

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