Short Hydrated Poems
Short Hydrated Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Hydrated by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Hydrated by length and keyword.
Your tears have nourished me,
I haven't tasted even a drop of water for a very long time,
I have been hydrated with salty pleasures...
The grateful tree
demons keep her awake
she has not slept in days
hydrated? I doubt it.
stress keeps her from eating
anxiety compels her silence
the more she needs others,
the less likely she is to ask for help.
Alone in her grief
Sadness and doubt
All she does is sleep
pain of the prolonged wait
anguish of the extended break
cold stones of winter
fertilised soul hydrated heart
melodious mind
flowering the world of letters
blooming the heaven of words
questioning innocence of
the immaculate conception
the poet is a blessed soul
Form:
I miss you
Having you around
My friend
Yes this weather is killing us
We can't stand the heat
It is 48 today
Also we need to drink lots
Of water to keep hydrated
I have no idea
When we will have the rain
The heat is very bad
For people who have asthma
And heart problems
On the day I was wending my way down south,
barely before crossing the border,
I was warned, when there, 'Don't drink the water,'
so as to keep body and soul in order.
But what about all those crops they grow,
are they hydrated, by any chance,
(and exported to the United States)
with bottled Evian from the Alps in France?
Nutrition must be met with healthy meals
Exercise tones bodies for ordeals
Water is the key to stay hydrated
Sunshine's vitamin D is top-rated
Temperance kept disciplined, a must
Air quality stays pure- no pollen, dust
Rest restores lost energy to new
Trust in God helps keep your spirit true.
I am a metaphor for tears,
born from murky clouds,
pouring gracefully or rampantly,
in a choreography of liquid grace,
dancing to the sound of pitter patter,
upon rooftops and window panes~
but I am mercy,
flourishing your crops,
nurturing roots of blossoms,
softening hydrated lands.
Yet cursed by climate change,
I am blamed for human neglect.
Thoughts that arise in mind, we stop halfway,
that thus with attention animated,
flow of life itself by our choice we stay,
poised in stillness, vibrant and elated,
our consciousness by bliss mists hydrated,
borne as always by divine magnetism,
illuminating our mind-body prism,
state of becoming we cannot explain,
that transformed by an unknown mechanism,
soul free from stain breaks free from ego’s chain.
Earth is the store for the resources, not to be abused.
Air is God’s breath, breathing life to the world.
Fire is the lord’s love, warming and showing our path.
Water is his tears, keeping all hydrated and strong.
These are the gifts from our saviour up on high,
The four elements were to look after, not waste on a whim.
Treat them with respect, passing on to generations yet to come,
For these four gifts give us life, when there gone, we’ll go too.