Fluid Poems - Poems about Fluid

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...

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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 .......

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feathers twirled, long into the night. ebonic ink, splotched and saturated, with the heart’s content. t e a r ...

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AMNIOTIC FLUID I am your amniotic fluid imbibe me I am your amniotic fluid I nourish you implode me ...

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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...

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Oh my dear warmly womb, ...

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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...

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

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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...

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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 ...

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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...

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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...

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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....

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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....

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When we say goodbye, We begin to cry....

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