Short Water Water Everywhere Poems

If the volume of the oceans 
Could hold my love for you 
They'd still be overflowing 
Dry land would not show through
If I could only give you
One cup of what I hold
Inside the secret chambers
Of a heart that beats untold
You never would be thirsty 
Or need another drink
My love would satisfy you
At least that's what I think...

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She was lying on the Ethel’s turret with a sting in the tail
            Felt a squirt on her face and barrette; is it the end of the tale?
                    Water water everywhere water, not a drop to drink
                  Ho ho the machine does totter, not a moment of wink
 She yanked her pants up ,tail between legs, and crossed the sea without sail...

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Water, water everywhere;
nothing here is stable,
but the moon sickle sinks
her tendrils into our hearts.
Roots reach
below the diluvian chaos,
anchor us
to the terra firma
that is down there, 
somewhere –
we sense it
in our memories,
in our dreams.

after a painting by Greg Edmondson.
From my new collection The Eden of Perhaps (Spartan Press, 2020)...

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Water water everywhere

And yet not a drop to drink

The world is a coffin

And we are all busy being out and in

Compassion is out

And cruelty is stout

Tears flow with haste

Saline water is its only taste

Take heed and dive deeper

Overwhelm like a creeper

Believe in yourself

Being lies in your self

Stop feigning happiness

Happiness becomes weakness

Expose your pain

Without it there is no gain...

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inspired by some poem that's 100x better than this one l0l

water water everywhere
and all the dishes in the sink
standing in my underwear
unsure what to think

why am I doing this?
in the sink that is full of grime
why am I forced against my wishes?
surely this must be a crime

water water everywhere
why, water is flowing on the floor
the dishes are done, over there
but this is your problem, I'm out the door...

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Water, water everywhere
And all the dishes in sink.
Mud tracks smeared everywhere
Wiped away to return in a wink.

Food, food so much to make
Breakfast, lunch, supper.
Just diet, for God’s sake
Plus, you’re such a lousy tipper.

Heaps and heaps in the hamper
Sweaters, hoodies and jeans.
Every day it’s a damper
Walking into these monstrous scenes.

Inspired by the "ruined" first line of Samuel Taylor Coleridge's The Rime of the Ancient Mariner....

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"Water, water everywhere, nor any drop to drink" - Samuel Taylor Coleridge.
An everlasting pool. A pool of memories. 
Like picking a grape off a vineyard, you choose one to remember.
Then you put it back. No trace of taking it, except your own conscience. 
Some sweet and beautiful, some ugly and unpleasant, but nevertheless there.
With age the pool shrinks - the unnatural event of nature itself.
But at the very depth, a layer of feelings remains....

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