Floodgates Poems - Poems about Floodgates

I wish my eyes would open up its arms, And let the necessary tears fall, Like due drops of rain to wash away, The state of emptiness that I feel – So, fill my beating heart like a yard glass; May the limits of my soul, Be not found as broken, though wholly at peace –...

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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......

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well aimed words mean what they say ~ but shot from the hip an outburst of spray Pick-A-Title, Vol 30 - Poetry Contest Sponsored by Edward Ibeh #2 (open the floodgates) How many syllables (17) 18/05/2022...

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Locked up in stares Silence is the teacher Spread in bed Time should forgive us You caress my troubles An invitation to my pleasures You awaken my senses Despite my inner seizures  Your thrusts pound on the exterior Body gestures for improvement Attentive but less spoken You deliver to my inner My sounds, your melody Your touch, my symphony Hands where...

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Combatting attacks of spiritual dearth My soul agonizes midst prayer plight Yearning to be powered with divine might As God opens floodgates of triumph mirth. In overcoming supply-lack crises My heart yearns for ready replenishment And floodgates’ opening entitlement Believing that the Lord timely blesses. Struggling against discontentment sorrow My carnal mind now demands grace to reign While confessing doubts, causing woe and pain Since...

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Open the Floodgates Huddled together like one thousand tears Or a million moons in one sky Hundreds of vehicles, wreckage galore Too many sad scenes make one cry… Cancer cells, heartache, delusions, and pain Or a million bags in the sea Bundles of flowers knotted too tight Packed immigrants yearn to be free… Colors too bright, the sun too intense Or a million ants in...

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OPEN THE FLOODGATES For weeks I’d suffered writer’s block, Devoid of inspiration. I couldn’t think of what to write. I was close to desperation. Rhymezone wouldn’t accept my rhymes, My syllable count was awry. I was closer to throwing the towel in As every day went by. Then Edward Ibeh came along And challenged me to respond To his ‘Pick a Title’ contest. I drew back...

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(Fictional, but based on the real experience of one of my close friends who lost her daughter in an accident) As I sat on my desk, Hurrying with my pent up work, A scrap of paper, left unnoticed Clumsily scrawled by tender hands, Swept me right off my feet Distressing thoughts came undulating, With a wave of remorse, surging over I...

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What strange cascades course down my spine - invisible, unnameable, and as of yet, undiagnosed. I only can liken them to rain or wind. Sometimes they are as a shower - pitter-pattering lightly down my back. Other times they make a squall. Rushing and gushing - whether the currents be of rain or of wind, the torrent pours down - engulfing the system of...

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I chase the migrating mirage of endless desires in the desolate desert of my weary existence, I carry my languishing life listlessly across bleakness on the pitiless pathway of disparaging delusion. I wander worn down in the wasted landscape with the deceptive awareness of bereft belonging to the surreal ambiance of beguiling openness, I’m caught in the whirlpool of...

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Open the floodgates dear, of body, mind and soul, that heart be love aligned, to feel blissful and whole, erasing each dark fear. Open the floodgates dear, by childlike surrender, that The Holy Spirit love and light does render, as tidings of good cheer. Open the floodgates dear, arms open in embrace, oozing with compassion, inviting divine grace, to make our life course clear. Open the floodgates dear, abiding in stillness, melding...

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Stores should be full, yet, not to the pitch of breaking of barns, Floods within dams shouldn't become causes of our mourns; Venting all that is frothing within, is way of nature, Pending to do so might breach the divine legislature...! Let no chains, yet, bind hearts and hands in doing what is good, Graces from God, like clear...

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I scan the horizon as I trounce the arid desert. Brill trees and a trickling burn shape my stream. To me, it's as if I'm showing God's entail I querist. As away as I am aware, it is a magnificent dream. Perhaps, Lord, late openings are to be unlock. As well, I will fulfill all your vows around time. The clay...

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And the dike would not hold the tears, ta-da. So the ink, it runs down, my face, Papa! And the clouds, oh they burst, with such mad force, For the lightning does hail from Dad, of course! It’s the future man feared would be so grim, and the river does swerve and chases him. 1/8/2018...

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can you open the floodgates one coffee date nothing ornate why can't you relate why do you skate the subject of debate I'm not cheapskate I'll let you dictate and narrate stories of fate I just want your plate of poem's ruminate and mysteries of predate and of course of late nothing more to agitate or allocate nothing to repudiate i'll be cool and straight i won't be late I'll throw my weight skip...

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