Short Thrist Poems

clear drips from the clouds
it satisfies the earth's thrist
glistening in dawn...

Read More

a precious white floret
smelling the gardenia
sweetens my botanical

they have freedom
pines far from here in green land
the desert cries thrist...

Read More

when it hot
i sweat a lot
its hard for me to think
so begin to blink
my thrist make be kink
beer soda any thing neer
i do it until am pink
SUMMER AND COLD 
DRINKS...

Read More

Desire is ones deepest thrist of their love or fear only to be released by the power of 
believing  

~by Glendine Martin ~

© 2009 Glendine Martin. All Rights Reserved...

Read More

Drink and drink 
Whole of inner,
Spit and drizzle
The bitter of wines
For that you came, Oh thrist!

Woe! What you drank!
Veins steal each other's
The drought cracked flesh,
O drunkard wander in me
Where you else have to wander....

Read More

Molly
oh man your tan is so grand
your freckles make you look so unique
i hear your voice makes my heart skip a beat
your blood quenches my thrist
your skin as smooth as silk
your pirceing eyes burn right though me
i'll be your hammer you'll be my nail...

Read More

Your aroma
wonderful, aromatic scent
you tease my senses
I'm falling.

Your warmth flowing 
ignites anticipation 
Insatiable cravings
arousing my hunger, my thrist.

Sweet caress
tantalizingly,  mouth watering
deliriously mad sweet ecstasy 
first morning coffee

Geeeeez.... what ya think I meant?...

Read More

I wish i had a happpy story to tell
but for me life's twist's and turn's
left me doing back flips now my sense
of right and wrong is clouded by
all  this brown liquor the thrist was
created from old emotional battles
of my past but who knows for tomorrow
may never come so I'm gonna drink 
away all my sorrow until my eyes 
see no more...

Read More

“How exactly, my love, am I to die well?” 
The question croaked - a ghostly whisper;
from her lingering mouth
of rotten teeth and wretched lips;
broken by an end of thrist.
Eyes glazed at the edge of reality.
A mighty visage; a matriarch.
Vitality faded as a memory.
No more beautiful fiction,
only firm, cold skin;
left behind....

Read More

Mary
when i see you let
my eyes open wide
and really see you
when i touch you let
me really feel you
when i smell your beautiful scent
let me breath deep and inhale it all in
when i hear your soft sweet voice
let me really hear you
your voice is music to my ears
when i taste your moist red fluffy lips
let it tinggle me with joy
let it quinch my thrist...

Read More

Where is my soul did
I sell it for an endless
thrist I must find my
off-switch the problem 
is my greed my glass 
must always be full and
my lips never dry my 
heart only pumps JD 
keeps me on a smooth
search for late night passions
who cares when my beds
never empty a life of casauls 
is good for numbers but my heart
is absent of love so pour me
another one...

Read More

Wars, why do we thrist it?
Bullets, skeleton hearts, and dirt's
decaying mouth hush your slave
sleeps chains around zero.
Lover is dead the cupid shot
her in the head.
One foot on the earth
another spirit leaves.
Unknown judgement.
False religion.
Masks torn from the
hummingbird's wing
reflecting flight.
A flight of guns’ flaking nozzles,
of spring aching with
winter and summer's
disease....

Read More

woke up to the sun warming up my cheek
woke up to my brother beside me
my side hurts from the fight
it bleeds, I'm in pain from it bleeding
past, future, its in my memory
I get up like a penguin. I drank
I reach the kitchen for my thrist
I poor the milk into a glass
it turns red, it falls from my hand
I fall, I hear someone
I feel someone holding my hand
I open my eyes, I'm flying...

Read More

In fields beyond
wild flowers bloom
They cluster fair
everywhere
Colors cheery
romantic and naive
An innocence of nature
for us it deceives
Looking fragile
they grow on
Against heat
before the wind
Thrist yet they bloom
Beautiful and forever young
they color our imaginations
Up rocky soil
a ways to toil
On a dusty trail
wild flowers delight
Simple beauty smiles
looks like another good day...

Read More

Cloud is getting dark .
It's going to rain ,
that reminds the pain .
I want to kiss the rain !
I want to kiss the rain !
I am so thirsty ;
now I understand,
this is pain of my thrist .

The grief of this heart will extinguise,
will extinguise when I kiss the rain .

Pains are healing ;
water is pouring and
my heart is stopping.

Rain , Rain , I saw many rains .
I never kiss them .
This time I kiss the rain.

By Sanglap...

Read More

Sometimes I feel like giving up especially when my best isn’t good enough. Why do I keep trying? I guess it’s the fire inside of me that keeps burning. Don’t worry you can’t put it out. I am the greatest beyond reasonable doubt. I wake up thinking about it. Never ever doubt it. I am the I am in I am. My elevation is beyond your motivation for the thirst of it. I am on the edge trying to run from it. Are you wondering what it is; take a guess. Now run from it....

Read More

The first breath of my life, made so many people smile...
Where are they now ? If i wonder for a while...


On that day they all looked happy, they all looked bright...
Never saw them again, as they have gone far away from my sight...


At that time, they held my hand and kissed my head...
They all pretended our relationship to be as pillow and a bed...


They were with me until they had personal thrist...
I was mistaken, i wish i could have understood the world at first......

Read More