Parched Poems - Poems about Parched

jeremiah jeremiah can you see me, standing in the parched land where no cistern holds water for none flows in the chambers of my own heart jeremiah can you hear me, foolishly digging reservoirs of emptiness where cracked and crumbling rock can hold no more than dust and create no more than despair jeremiah can you help me hoping that my thirst...

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Again the well of poetry was dry, My pail was drawing up no deep inspired Thought or subject matter. All was dull, tired, Stale water, no exciting trick to try. Once more the fountain gave me naught but sigh And sigh of lukewarm breadth — of old expired Content, no fresh drop of song so desired. Blessed muse of...

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How does it feel, love? (Can I call you that?) Your once brown eyes, so distant Cold and apathetic I don’t understand, this flow of plundering silence, between us, (What changed?) Where did you go? Your heart, is all locked up in fragments, I don’t seem to understand, how parched your field of mind is (help) All I’m asking, love, What is the password to your heart? How do I get...

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1. Form: Free Verse/Theme: Indulgence Singing those praises in church, I see a vision of a parched earth. Geosmin scent ascends; or descends. Transference between reality and surreality. My mind is soaked in soil microbes, no shower sensation in sight. Today it might rain; or not. Sunday, I’ll be praising in church, whether, or not, we get relief; but there will be comforting amidst the suffering; or...

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A wedding celebration, should be time for fun and joy but we see undercurrents, displaying fissures....

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Rain Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Kim Rodrigues Placed 6th _______________________________________________________ Upon the parched earth Gathered clouds poured down nonstop Boats on every road...

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Past a peaceful day out Western Trail way, Our lowing herd settled on coarse sand bars. We hands bunched under prancing prairie stars, Once clean grub tins and cups were put away, For tall yarn desserts, dance, and campfire songs. Lit by burning buffalo chips and sage, Our campfire blazed hot, challenging the dark, Holding at bay the prairie wind’s chill bark. Night...

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Before I write a single word, I will put on my suit of armor. So that you wont see what's hiding, way down deep inside of me. Anyway, I have so much to say. But you're not here, and you're so confident that I wont care. All I have left to be, are pieces of me on the floor. I have so many flat words, that...

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Every poem penned may not get writ well, Some bloom, some wilt, some see not much of light, A full moon wanting to cast silver spell, Dawn dawning, submits to her splendours bright. Not all pens get to reach the depth of heart, Nor all of life may from a dream dreamt stem, Some get...

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I saw Lucifer in starlight standing elegant and grim, A slim, conceited bastard in his uniform and boots. And I watched him get excited as he waved his arms and boasted, “The world’s a prize to seize for those who have the will” (And would I be inclined to run for office?). I thought it over quietly, politely turned him...

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I remember that well The poisoned water within My stomach churns at the thought of its drink It's been cleaned, or so I'm told. I can taste its metallic memory Involuntarily I retch Shudder. Can I drink blissfully again When each glass brings suspicion of death? Would I chose ignorance? Is fear so unreasonable? Shall I suffer instead my thirst? Parched, shall I instead choose sand? Licking the...

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The hippo and the crocodile, rarely bosom buddies Tighter squeeze together as the shrinking water muddies Some fall by the wayside as that arid river bed Leads those that do not falter to a bitter head to head Jostling for position in the sun’s relentless gaze The water hole is barely damp for days and days; and days And one by...

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Reservoir Filled with quiet secrets Often hidden from our sight There's stillness to the surface In depth, there's strength and might. People gather and are drawn to The impressive stature, surely There is peace around this entity In spite of walls, so burly Made by man it may be But a lesson lies within.. There's a sense of holy presence...

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She wished to be held in her lover's arms for the ink of her sword had parched. Winner of the One Liner Contest. Sponsored by Silent One...

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Who knew I'd be on the receiving end of silence? Searching for words, like a ghost trapped in its human house, ignorant - Left to wander back and forth, back and forth, forever now.. Bless the shadow heart, never knew it was hollowed out. But when you were my house, i left the doors and...

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