Fluid Poems | Examples

Lubricant- MJF

I feel it smoothly, gliding freely,
Liquid fluidity surging.
Not a fraction of too much friction,
An undulating path followed effortlessly.
Movement and balance allowing continuous flow.
A sense of harmony as the lubrication guides easily.
Embracing depth with no distraction.
No tension felt as if all melts with fluid energy.
A transition of like particles melding without abrasive motion.
A sleek silky transition is accomplished.
Liquid fluidity surges.
The artist textured an abstract artwork to the canvas.
Bold gradient strokes, are a pivotal attraction adding to the ambience.
Light, and layered emotion captivate through transitions and bold contrasts.
The paint melts across the canvas, intersected by frivolous bubbles and a masterful juxtaposition of cracked and fluid textures.
Each element from the fractured patterns to the luminous flow of paint, contributes to a sense of wonder of movement. 
The more I gaze into this painting the more I see the effects of lubrication.
Imagining the paint is still actively moving freely on the canvas to a degree.

Windshield-Wiper Fluid And Ex-Lax

I bought some windshield-wiper fluid 
And some Ex-Lax for my bowels 
I had no toilet paper 
But I did have paper towels 
I wiped the windshield-wiper fluid 
On my windshield made of glass 
And I wiped the paper towels 
On my stinky little ....

Flagrant Fluid

feathers twirled,
long into the night.
ebonic ink,
splotched and saturated,
with the heart’s content.
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long forgotten grief,
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He bottles up the flagrant fluid
of our awfulness, kept for
the day of wrath. Careless,
never; He eyes antiquity.

AMNIOTIC FLUID

AMNIOTIC FLUID

I am your amniotic fluid
                               imbibe me
I am your amniotic fluid
         I nourish you
implode me
                   impetuously
lengthen laugh strengthen
      through me 
                        master thighs 
thyroid open palms
              create hips high
or low 
         lingering 
                      touch bones bygone
                                  birthing 
        within my dantien
 dome
Source sparkles spice
                   from rice roses 
                             rubies
 
I am your 
         amniotic 
                        fluid muse  
mould mysteriously
                                  myself 
                         gold goblets silver 
            spiral slivers 
                   soft
exploring explanations 
                           exploding 
ecstasy
  
exists 
              endlessly 


©GhairoDanielsPoetry
&Song2025

human-shaped soils

a carcass is moving
out from the white of the eye it is 
so all-consuming 
dots form in lines on the absentee spine 
dry undefined lumps are soft and infusing
the bruises and rind and the opal contusions 
they fire with pus and with derelict mucus that 
rises in shape as if living and human 

adorned in the fumes as mycelium blooms and pours
wings form from mold stocks that spew from the local pores 
leeching the fluids the carcass now wizens forth 
reaching the sky with a forest of open sores 

sink in the bleak rims of deep skin have peaked 
they churn sinkage and reak sin that bleeds from the meat 
and it turns as it sings and pulls taught and it dreams 
knots drink him and blink in with pinkeye beliefs

We are the Fluid Wind

Wind touches the earth. Pushing a branch, and jiggling a leaf, sometimes to points of breaking both. Forcing an umbrella to push sideways against it, or a wing to twist to stay steady. Sending a jagged spore into a weightless path, riding an eddy to stop when touching the lee side of jagged bark. Lifting silt, and the occasional sand grain, to a sudden drop into a more stationary, windless pile. 

Forcing wind vanes to reveal its direction as a clue to prepare, only to abruptly switch position as a hidden cycle manifests itself. Or, on calmer days, filled with smells from afar, that satisfy or alarm, and push us in a new direction (salivating or holding our breath).

We are in the wind, as fish are in water. It directs us to go, where we feel it tells us, happily or distressed. Its push moves us where we can’t avoid. We can't think without it. Within it, we live. Without it, we can't. 

We are the fluid wind.

The way it flows

Forget about wind'
Don't stay 'holy' on solar
Water power and sea; change.!

A Wave of Emotion, a Passionate Ocean

Waves and seas and blankets of sweat.
Tales of a tryst of two intertwined.
Awakened to a thrusting throb 
betwixt clenched lips of legs.
Sleeping and waking. Woke and sleep-deprived.
Exhausted from this new connection, 
But yearning for even more. 
As we explore each other's bodies...
Day in, day out.
Once a Day.
Doctor away. 
An apple for play.
Slay then lay. 
Sunken in. 
Comfort of sin.
Complete bliss. 
A kiss.
A twist.
Again. And again.
In and out.
From behind and in front.
Side to side. 
On the inside. 
Straight on top.
Laying atop.
Holden in arms. 
Legs wrapped around.
Beside, Abide, between thighs.
Hands on head.
Scratching. Massaging. Kneading to be needed. 
Pulling in deeper. Building in intensity. Passion explodes.
Achieving climax together. 
Exhausted from the evacuation of ejaculation. 
Juices flowing. Fluid exchange. 
Collapsing. Igniting slumbers and dreams divine... 
Falling asleep on top of one another. 
Breathing combines.
Two become one in spirit and flesh...
Boned in body and bonded with flowing blood.

Musk Hibiscus

      Sugar paper petals rippable Hibiscus
      Musk sap via jungle civet melts to jelly 
      Turkish Delight icing, licked clean fingers
      Rubber soft texture entices tongues joyfully 

    
      Mallow centesimal stripes boiled candy
      Star picket stick pink pigment saccharine
      Temptress in dress derived from deer manly
      Restless gypsy tastebuds buzz within labyrinth 

    
      Gender column calm offers an absconding
      Seductive glands have universal indulgence 
      Elon holds obstinately to his Mars 2030 colony
      Stamen aims telescope towards closer emulsion 


      Satellite dish observation grants mans' wishes
      Expands our command of unimagined planets
      Future mixes musk fusions for either expeditious
      Sows anise seeds for Mars far sighted inhabitants 


      
      

          23rd  January 2023

          Written for Contest: Musk
          Sponsor: Anthony Biaanco

Fluid Balance

Well over half of the body's weight is made up of water. 
Doctors think about the body's water as being restricted 
to various spaces,called fluid compartments.The three main compartments are
1.Fluid within cells.
2.Fluid in the space around cells.
3.Blood.
To function normally,the body must keep fluid levels from varying too much in these areas.Electrolytes maintain the balance between fluids inside and outside your cells.They Play a role in conducting nervous impulses,contracting muscles, keeping you hydrated and regulating your body’s pH levels.The blood electrolytes sodium,potassium,chloride,and bicarbonate help regulate nerve and muscle function and maintain acid-base balance and water balance.The right concentrations(called electrolyte balance)is important in maintaining fluid balance among the compartments.Ketones upset the chemical balance of your blood and,if left untreated,can poison the body.High ketone levels make your 
blood too acidic.This is a serious condition called ketoacidosis.
Note.Fasting results in increased ketone production.(fasting)

Time Is Fluid

A life is a story told in the arc of time.
Time is fluid, white as light,
And glittering with flecks of brilliance,
Liquid moments leaking away over the years.
Sometimes I feel as if I am inside a mirror
Watching my life leaking away.
The world outside seems insubstantial,
As if the present is a dream,
And only my memories are solid,
And alive, and now,
The only clear instants in the fluid of time

On Gender 2

I am a wild card in Uno.
I am one color, and then all at once I can go multiple ways.
Circumstances change how I present, but I remain the
same
black
card.

On Gender

I am like paint -
fluid. 
I am blendable. 

I can be thick and strong and
with the stroke of a brush
be thin and gentle.

I gently color the paper
where I stand and leave
a mark on the pages
where I've been.

I am colorful, maleable,
not easy to be erased.
I love like the texture of paint.

Farewell Fluid

When we say goodbye, 
We begin to cry.

Sweet Honeyed Fluid

 
the hummingbirds came
to drink the honeyed fluid
drinking it deeply
now my heart weeps at their death
honey is deadly for birds

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May 29, 2021


Poetry/Tanka/Sweet Honeyed Fluid
Copyright Protected, ID 05-1358-822-29
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France

Written for Standard contest, Tanka Contest
sponsor, M.L. Kiser, Judged 06/03/2021

Third Place

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