Short Slake Poems

Ms. Blake,
please, slake....

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Wanting.
Only she
will do
to slake my thirst.

Needing.
Her love
to save me
from my pain.

Weeping.
She is not here.
Do I want to live
without her?

Dying.
Alone
pure white light
no pain....

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Whoever dreamed up 'calories' is no friend of mine
  I hold him responsible for my corseted waistline

Without his cruel notions, I'd first slake my thirst
  Then I'd explode in a burst of liverwurst...

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The parking lot melts into the street,
	The congregation walks down
		holy 		steps.
Consecrated earth cries like watercolor,
	the dandelions slake
their 		thirst.

	I pray for rain and my mouth
is filled 	with snow....

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Pour me a drink of yourself,
So I can taste a part of your past.
Whoever heard of libations to a man?
Wine of the soul to slake my thirst.
Pour, fill to the brim, 
Be full, then spill.
The insatiate need to be drowned overcomes me....

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School's out, kids are at play.
Sun's heat is relentless.
Swimming is the perfect
solution to cool off.
Slip and slides and sprinklers,
so much fun in the sun.
Sweet iced tea and Kool-ade
slake a summertime thirst.

6/27/16...

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New Contest: New or Old poems, Beautiful, 10 lines or less 1st

the paths we take,
the thirsts we slake,
the crimson flush desire,
thoughts sometimes do inward make,
the embers fan the fire...


Don Johnson



thanks p d...

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Long have I yearned for you. 
The feel of your arms around me. 
You bodies heat seeping into mine. 
It is a thirst that will not be quenched. 
To have you for just one night, 
that it might slake my fevered need, 
I fear would be as putting oil on a fire....

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under the Sal tree
lies a meditation unambitious
a certain implausibility
of death and life and all auspicious

am i disciple - or more - or less
the mind thirsts a life to slake
proceeding forward - or to regress
then sleep and mindfully be awake

© Goode Guy 2013-07-24...

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It's a beautiful day for a hurricane,
And perfectly I feel terrible
But my Mind is twice my Bane-
My Emotions are unbearable!

I admit I've made mistakes,
Some were small but most were great
Revenge I covet- I dearly Love it:
But it's the worst of thirsts to slake!...

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Would my life be happy
if I had never known 
the quavering ripples I caused
by tossing that first stone

Tranquil waters of a lake,
would never slake my thirst



March 31, 2023
Bite Size Contest no.61 Poetry
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier...

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Hairy spiders do not grill
    steaks on consecutive Tuesdays
  due to alternate-side-residency-
    restrictions in bushes on parkways

  Nevertheless, if seeking opportunities
    to slake cracked-throat-thirst
  Welcome to the Wetlands
    where founts of poetry burst...

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Filigree eyes so fervent
Agitated incensed thoughts
Silenced…
Lest terror and dilemma 
Sacrifice you to lifeless mettle

Muddled illusory echoes
A vacant faced hollow shroud
Defined…
Rise and slake the flames	
Quash the panicked ire

Reside in ardent moments 
Suppressed of biting angst
Falling…
Catch the yield of filigree eyes
Crystalline tears...

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Love's last light throws ember shadows
sighing coals cast waning arrows
of sobbing flame on lukewarm ground;
twilight spits into the fire,
but cannot slake my starved desire,
bereaved heart cloaked in misery's gown.
How dare Cupid so fickle turn
exchanging smiles for face now stern
stealing my regal red rose crown.


©Faye Lanham Gibson, June 12, 2014...

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Here is my famous recipe,
Ingredients for love, you see,
You need to slake your thirst,
Here are the elements, first,
Bring your patience kind, 
Sense of humor springs to mind,
Laugh together through the years,
Sometimes there are days of tears,
But Cupid ever strings his bow,
Healing hands on his arrow,
Yes, this is Cupid's recipe,
Naughty little chap is he!...

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Briars
scrape my flailing 
palm as crane flies drone when 
prickly hedges ooze their black fruit
mists in 
clay bake air I gulp a signal 
“slake those red throat blisters”
with green leaf dew 
and balm


Date Of  Poetry Soup Poem Entry 8/5/2020
Eight Of May 2020


Name Of Contest : Let the Pens Flow - Butterfly Cinquain Contest 

Name Of Sponsor : Jenish Somadas...

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The evening of November first
Brought forth a gentle rain
For autumn sought to slake its thirst
While October had abstained

How fair to spare the children
That they might prowl the night
And their candy sacks be filled then
To their costumed hearts’ delight

Now November comes to claim
The scent of cold, wet stone
As the first of all fall rains
Seeps deep into this poem....

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Water, fall upon my heart
Let His love from above impart
Fill my rivers, fill my veins
Slake my thirst like first fall rains

Water, fall upon my soul
Make me green and clean and whole
Wash away my doubts and sins
And make me sure and pure again

Water, fall upon my life
Drown my pain and strain and strife
Make beauty blossom everywhere
And flood my mind with kindest prayers....

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Younger people slake their thirst - 
No reason to endure it - 
With water or another drink
As quick as they procure it.

But older folk will agonize
Although they may secure it,
'Cause if they drink enough to quench,
Their bladders just can't store it.

Though young and old alike may share
A quenching-thirst ability,
It's only older ones who care
'Bout where's the next facility....

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Slay poor men’s dreams lest hopeful themes gain sway -
     make up self-serving laws to flaw their take.
Fray each mashed man’s reach with sharp wished decay -
     break all freewill just for overkill’s sake. 
Downplay pained lives with Champaign or Broadway -
     slake sick wits as befits life as a snake.

Why do the greedy need the humble’s sigh
high on the list of those to power fry?





... CayCay
June 5, 2019...

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windswept rain slaps the bottoms of leaves
shivering they shed it
grassroots shake and slake their thirst
then wave their stems together
tight closed buds stand on their stems 
reaching upward fretly
shaken yes but through it all
they hold together wetly
branches wave in shades of green 
so many hues and tints are plain
Spring is here and she is seen
dancing in the rain
wind sings and swings 
green tambourines in rythym...

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As my stars align i quiver,
Searching for the next step as i age and wither,

My destiny i try to figure,
Yearing for something bigger,

I slake my thirst through small achievement,
Tears i burst when the timings convenient,

I search for something more,
Scared to settle for a life thats a bore,

Adventure is something i crave,
Falling into a day by day slave,

My own path i pave,
I will not cave,

As my stars align i quiver,
Slowly.. i wither....

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Scorched, alone, I stand ensconced, waiting for a sign,
watching moonlight’s flight at night, looking for what’s mine,
I’ll scour stars for paths to take, and slake my thirst for fun,
resentment stains my brain with pain, yet I am left with one,
more score to settle, burning blazes barricade my heart,
and sappiness’ cool caresses won’t succinctly start,
to put out fires from my misplaced ire at its source,
I’m stuck with burning bridges, at their ridge is my remorse....

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Take a deep breath
Look inside life and
Wish yourself well
When facing life tribulations
Death is nothing but death is certain
Life can be simple or rigid 
Nothing worth living for, but
We can't incur to loose what we've lived for
The cloud which rise with thunder,
Slake our thirsty souls with rain. 
Don't be out of mind when you are out of sight  
Your fear will only continue to fear you, 
Only If you don't face it
God is the creator of wealth. 
All is well!...

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She opened her eyes petal by petal
Peeling away the glory of the sun
And through the tall grass of lashes
A sprig of fevered desires run
Open hearted to the dark pupil's pool
To slake my thirst, and lave dreams. 
A new species of flower bloom here
Dark purple hibiscus on a face most fair
Light glistens in the liquid streams
Of seductive melodies playing softly
Against an old poet's hard agony.
What eyes are these that so commend
Virile virtue to a voluptuous end?...

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