Short Body Of Water Poems
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Poetry is a body of water,
With the title being its' surface;
The context deep or shallow.
It's as far in the water,
One chooses to go...
I want to feel the water
of your youth wash over
me, absolve me. Droplets
of your fresh body of water
fall across my face in a
cleansing baptism. You cry
tears of joy and they wash
me away.
An ocean wants more
More than the ocean tides
Sacred body of water to ensure
Strength and power, gaining more, inside
Breaking waves and barriers, as we explore
Bringing your soul towards this peaceful shore
~
as I gaze out upon the
tranquil surface of a moonlit ocean
I am taken by the vast emptiness
that I see
and I wonder if this
perpetual body of water
is taken by the vast emptiness
that is me
~
I came across a body of water -
not a waterfall or rain.
I'm not sure if 'twere a lake
or something else.
I'll go with the something else
as 'twould be more exciting...
I saw a handsome man there
floating a raft towards his doom.
12/7/2015
water raise come to me and let my enemy see they can't beat me for i am god's belovied child who is full of gile!mist or rain a body of water i see pleaslord send this power too me!i will do thine will and free your people this ipromise you let the water come thur!
By the pond the fireflies fly,the water it shines from the sun in the sky.
Ripples come from the fish below,the wind makes the cattails blow.
What a simple pleasure in my life,freeing me from my pain and striff.
Form:
On a painted wall
In a dark brown frame
A photo is shown
One Evergreen tree
Standing in water
Across from this tree
Is a small patch of land
With three Evergreen trees
In a huge body of water
Or a large river
With the land showing
On both sides trees
With a mountain view
The cement is heavy when mixed with the loss of autonomy
It's dried around my boots; I welcome the body of water in front of me
Where my afflictions will feel each drop enter my lungs, and then I'll be free
Of the horrors, plagues, and false words, that are brought by living honestly— FML A.S.
Who’s to say what you are,
When you’re just another body of water
Trying to reflect the stars.
Who’s to say who you are,
When your true form is a crystal prism
Painting all of your true colours into existence.
Who’s to say what we are,
When our souls are from the stars
Living for the sake of bringing light into being.
Gallant ship
All hands on deck
I need brave men
To hoist the sails
When stormy waves
Crash against thy ship
A great body of water
You intoxicate me
I worship Thee
I drink of thee
Drench in thee
Unveil your power
Of the sea and
Show me how
To master thee
Dark wine in thee
Break me free
My dark wine sea
That possesses me
Nibbling at a piece of moon
I lost the zero line
of my violence
mapping the lone
jungle.
The waning light
flaunting the peaks
for docking
the missile
in dark.
The body of water,
prior to the tempest,
will invite the brown
creator to pull
the ropes.
The past reappears,
shows presence. I
search word anchors
to reach
buoyancy.
Satish Verma
A fast in hurry. you
pretend that you
were dead.
The legend survives,
putting the land’s blood
in the grass roots.
The tremors had started
in the blue flame. A lunatic
calls for the moon to explain.
The tides were not coming ?
Watching hopelessly;
the decline of sinkers.
A watershed of humility.
The river has left the
body of water.
Satish Verma
Ground seepage
A small start mere drainage
Grows to a mighty river rushing
Flowing some three-hundred-fourty-four miles a rushing
From Atlanta to the Gulf beauty accenting
Through ragged Spewell Bluff it slithers
Filled with fresh rain water
Flint River
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Contest: Choose Your Favorite Body Of Water
Written: June 12, 2014
Tedious of ephemeral dreams
I prefer to be in a coma
If my thoughts are where you reside
I shall close my eyes for eternity
My empyreal cerebrations
ostend the painstaking reality
that a body of water
has unlinked us both
Thus far, I have survived
without your company,
which is what keeps me sane,
and secure; That if I were
to cede it, I shall go sightless
And life shall lose it's felicity
Form:
The Sea:
The sea, she is my wooman,
She laughs and waves,
The sea, she be beautiful but deadly,
To sailors like I.
De sea,
She calls to me,
Begs me to sail again,
Across her body of water.
She sings to me,
Day after night,
Night after day,
She be trying to lure me away.
That day will come,
When her voice reaches me heart,
I will go after her,
To sail de sea once more.
Poverty of thoughts
beats you endlessly.
What was the other form of violence ?
Body of water bursts.
There was an absentee lover
trying to overtop the levee.
Pounding of chest
was figurative.
Someone was dying of hunger.
It was a great paradox.
The eagle was rising
for a sudden dive.
Labyrinthine. An intricate
argument. From which-
side will come the death ?
Satish Verma
By a HAIR, the bullet misses
There's more than meets the EYE today
But the river's MOUTH is too wide,
My NECK of the woods far away
The weariness hard to SHOULDER
This BODY of water my bane
No where to go, with heaving CHEST
Hard to STOMACH the fear and pain
The rifle BUTT again is raised
This last LEG of my life, ends here
My KNEE jerk reaction to cry out,
At the FOOT of one who kills us deer!
This miracle snake
Never seen before
In translucent form
Not on earths floor
Body of water
Gravity made
Missile its creator
Clarity it's grade
This blind water cobra
Soluble shaped stance
Rising
Will have you entranced
Reddened mix
In it's water base
A freak of nature
In this heavenly place
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The cold winter evening air.
The howling wind through the trees.
The mist slowly rolling over the cold frozen body of water.
The cracking of twigs in the nearby surrounding.
The yellow eyes staring at the movements.
The dark corners and voids of the unknown.
The fast pacing heartbeat causing the blood to rush to the brain.
The nothing.
The quiet....
Do you feel it?
Do you?
THE CHILL....
The ivory hue of the dove-colored rain- cloud as it hovers; the opaque glitter of the sunlight as the rain-drops are shaken off of leaves after the rainfall.
The sunlight emerging as storm-clouds glissade into the heavens the tint of light-blue Robin eggs. A moon bow alit on a body of water, immaculate…
A snowy Egret's spread wings in a summer afternoon
as they lift- they are an elegant white wedding-her veil, train…
The monster
Kappa infrequently
jumps out of its watery hideout
to pull pranks as well as attacks only women.
It, too, pulls people in the water to drown them.
The color, figure, size and features
vary clearly of this
river child
+++++++
**Based on Japanese folklore of the child-sized Kappa or “river child” **
June 3, 2014
Form : Trois Par Huit
Tenth Place win
Contest: Body of water by Andrea
Written By: D. Collins 7/18/25
Amidst this chaos I'm at a loss for words.
I need to go to the water and regroup my verbs.
Hear the sound of waves splashing in my ear.
And an Atlantic breeze blowing through my hair.
Yeah 'Mon....'Dat right 'Dere is exactly what I need.
A long stroll by the water just to help me breathe.
A body of water with thousands of miles in between.
That little piece of the earth folks have never seen.
sleep something away
thing trades day ~ that's slept away
e'er slept day away
to burn the candle
at both ends ~ workaholics
early grave earners
sleepover at friends
or your place ~ white Lab/doghouse
spare room o'er garage.
to let sleeping dogs
lie ~ let go say no more ~ OR
stir the fire and burn
to go to bed with
the chickens mean early to
bed early to rise
to sleep with fishes
gangster talk ~ murder dump in
body of water
Poetry is a body of water,
With the title being its' surface;
The context deep or shallow.
It's as far in the water,
One chooses to go...
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Inspired by a good friend of mine.
Conor Jordan's artistic eye and
Spoken knowledge helped me greatly.
His wisdom speaks oceans.
Our first collaboration of many...
There’s wisdom to be found,
In the depths of a poem.
If we choose to submerge our mind.
We hope you enjoy! Thank you