Run Dry Poems - Poems about Run Dry

Ink Has Run Dry

My typewriter has seemingly enough ink
I'm ready to start a poem about sanguine hills
and trusting in angels 2313
but the ribbon has ran dry
The lost longing licks my lips
jerred past the emerald typewriter
gaslighted with fear
I haven't a realm
and hell why not ?
frail and dim I give up

When Think Tanks Run Dry

When think tanks run dry,
Will the people ask why,
Bullets are bouncing off the tanks, 
That were once intellectual banks.

When the think tanks run dry,
Is there anywhere now where people can try,
To stop the die being cast,
For the dogs of war to be released from the past.

When the think tanks run dry,
Where will we get the

When Dewdrops Run Dry

when dewdrops run dry,
and the sun warms the new day
one by one I’ll pick
the petals of cherry's  blooms
gently falling in your palm.

16 February 2022


A Strand (1075) Poetry Contest 
Sponsored by Brian Strand
1st place

My Wells' Run Dry

I've got nothing to draw from.
My Wells' run dry.
Precious as it comes.
At times I feel overdone.
My Wells' run dry.
Fallen from the sky again.
Sick of all the sh!t I'm in.
My Wells' run dry.
Learning to speak again.
Can't breath without oxygen.
My Wells' run dry.
It's no big deal they say.
It just won't go away.
My Wells' run dry.
Awaken from an

The Ink Just Won'T Run Dry

Now that I have gone past 1700
have I nopt written all that I can write?
I don't want just to repeat myself
being a light gone out in the night

But still these blessed AP friends
encourage me with such comforting lines
showing how appreciative they all are
receiving kind words recognise the signs

Everytime I pick up that pen of mine
thinking

Just Let Your Tears Run Dry

J-ust let your tears run dry, 
A-llowing your eyes to glow; 
N-ever be lonely and blue, 
E-rase the pain and sorrow. 

Topic: Birthday of Jane M. Buenaventura (May 3) 
Form: Acrostic Quatrain

Never Will God S Blessings Run Dry

V-ile weather early Friday 
A-ims to fade for good; 
N-o way will the storm 
D-estabilize the merry mood. 
E-nd of the night has come, the new day has begun; 
R-ising sun March twenty-fourth has brought delightful fun. 

S-hadows and darkness 
A-re both nowhere in view; 
N-either dusk nor twilight causes you gray or blue.

J-ust let

God's Graces Never Run Dry

G-od's graces never run dry, 
A-s the rivers overflow; 
R-ising sun has taken 
Y-our life away from sorrow. 

G-od's graces never run dry, 
U-nderneath the wide sky; 
T-roubles twelfth of March 
A-im to pass you by. 
N-o reason to doubt the Lord's love up high; 
G-ift of the Father is endless, God's graces never run

Even Tears Run Dry

She sits in the room, not making a sound
She's sorting all the chaos that is entrapped in her mind
Lots of memories come flooding back
Like a levy that has broken
From years of neglect
It spills over slowly
Sending tears down her cheeks
Landing in her hands
They form there, a puddle of regret
Of all of the things she could have,

Our Tears Have Run Dry

Oh, my Lord,
Be patient with all of us poets 
Who, incessantly, on love we write
And 
Rivers of burning tears unleash 
Every day 
For 
To express the unbearable pain we feel  
Because 
Someone has shattered our hearts by 
Turning us down

But
   
Who unmoved, like stones remain
At the sight of thousands of men, women

Cupids Eyes Run Dry

When Cupid cries, is that the reason rain falls from the sky?
Does he cry for pain? Sorrow? For all the people who won’t see ‘morrow?
Or does He cry, because the person who loves you the most, me,
Cries because it’s you I can’t touch, hear, smell, or see.
Cupid’s arrows brought my heart to you
And now his

Well Run Dry

deep down dormant in the dark i hide
fountain pen looking for words to write
empty mind, empty heart and empty page
waiting for something to quiet my subtle rage
pen on paper, just waiting to scribe
bleeding through till the well runs dry


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Until the Rivers Run Dry

If what I earn, and what I deserve
isn't worth the price I pay,
I just save it for a rainy day.
The truth is that everyone else
shares the same cloudy sky,
and it's so useless blaming yourself.
Heaven knows you try.
If it takes until the rivers run dry,
if it takes me all the rest of my life to learn

When Eyes Run Dry

You’re kidnapped by the serenade,
of  the whispers before they hush. 
Your eyes seduce the blade,
as you crave and dread the rush.
 
Your skin and the steel collide,
and the edge delivers chills.
Now all of your fears subside, 
as the crimson slowly spills

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