2015.03.09@13:13:13
As the V-Line Coach approached the Apollo Bay,
Along the sand line, what did I find?
The splashing waves rushed in to reach the beach.
The scent of the trees and plants,
Triggered some ideas in my brain.
I planned to throw your book into the sea,
Let the salty water washed all your printed words.
Hopefully, it also cleaned your soul and sins,
Changed you into a better person,
Who would have some considerations,
And be kind and nice to others,
Treat others as you would like to be treated.
I learned an important lesson today.
On 2024.08.12@12:44pm, BB wrote
>> "you do and feel what you like"
Yes, because doing what others like
Always results in disappointment.
I do what I believe in.
>
Well. I did what I felt like
And it also resulted in disappointment.
Categories:
water washed, beach, books, feelings, how
Form: Free verse
A jar of water washed
Away my past regrets
Afflictions put to rest
Ashamed no more am I
And when the clock strikes twelve
Awake, my soul, to greet
Another birth of me
Categories:
water washed, baptism, birth, new year,
Form: Pleiades
after doors close after hours when scarlet neon flickers out red-light nights fill voids of need my body is a ripped flower my throat tingles to the burn of vodka-fire gleaning the gleaming water-washed street for an answer to the latest outstanding bill sadly grateful for the slightest footfall twenty for oral forty for full car park dark steam-heavy dark not streetwalking but streetstaggering in hollow-pod hell anaemic-ashy and vodka-fumy amorphous shadows loitering on durex-dotted waste ground in secret alleys back to dank brick or deep throating down on my knees skirt around thighs fingers come-pearled and slick come quick after doors close after hours when scarlet neon flickers out cold glitter of streetlights gleam of cold hard cash cold kisses colder touch no eye contact look away the cold nothingness that we say
Categories:
water washed, business,
Form: Free verse
I had a big cloud
in my sky
a very dark cloud
blocking my sight
I couldn't see the sun
I couldn't see the light
I couldn't see the path
for my life...
I had a big cloud
but then it rained
and the water washed
the darkness away
down went the black
down went the pain
back came my sun
on your face.
Jessica
Categories:
water washed, dark,
Form: Rhyme
Not even a turban ,rob he have , oh lord! I don't know from where he came,
A torn out towel and trouser he wear, no shoes in legs,he is a lame ,
At the gate there is a brahmin, see the Dwarika empire and exclaim,
And ask for thy address, oh lord, and say Sudama is his name .
How much torn thy feet from thorns, thousand of prickles I can see,
Where thee have been all this time? How's thy family and how are thee?
By seeing Sudama's sick state , cried the lord out of pain ,
He didn't touch the trough water , washed pal's feet with tears rain !
Categories:
water washed, 8th grade,
Form: Lyric
Despite the crisp chill
She wandered to the pebbled shore.
Cold water washed her tender feet.
At last, she sat beneath a pine tree
on a shaven log, shaped like a bench
A train of thoughts passed through her muddled mind.
She wondered if life was passing her by.
She shrugged. There was nothing she could do.
A grey gull screeched overhead. She laughed.
Ships, small or large, would go on their way,
Especially love boats on their route to exotic shores,
but she had to stay put,
Until he came back to her again.
Then she would be euphorically happy once more.
Thus she dreamed and fantasized,
moulding her life according to her standards.
But love cannot be forced
nor found on love boats.
They are created deep in the heart
or as was her case, lost at sea
in a terrible turbulent storm.
Categories:
water washed, longing, lost love,
Form: Free verse
Crushed beneath a heavy yoke
She passed out from the pain
A Gentle voice spoke, she awoke
Pure water washed blood stain
The burden had been lifted
He'd hoisted it away
She blinked away her tears to see
A bright and hope filled day
Written March 30, 2021
Inspired By 'Phoenix Rising' Poetry Contest'
Sponsored By Unseeking Seeker
Categories:
water washed, hope, life,
Form: Rhyme
Waves sang songs along the sea shore,
Water washed up on the sand,
Life couldn’t be any better at all,
Well, this is where the story began,
You see, all of a sudden a wave gripped onto my foot,
Pulled me out to the break,
Where I was helplessly sunk below the loud waves,
And they refused to let me escape,
And my hands reached for something, anything at all,
A family, a house, a career,
Something to help pull me up from this horror,
From this place of my absolute fear,
But the news kept on coming of a virus of death,
I saw death himself like a dark ghost,
And he told me it gets worse as he shut both my eyes,
Then I woke up all broke on the coast.
Categories:
water washed, horror, scary,
Form: Quatrain
Drifting sways of creepy mist
Invade my mind
Frustration, anger it’s not kind
Memories on water, washed away
Swirling soup of memories decay
Deep below the waters calm
Visions fading, causing alarm
Tools and methods to adopt
Life goes on, it’s not stopped
River of memories passing by
To fast to see
My life from now on, this is me
Categories:
water washed, memory,
Form: Rhyme
I came upon a spring so fresh and clear
Water washed the pebbles clean
Tiny fish swam so happy and free my dear
Shimmering in the sun gills all a glean
And I closed my eyes and reached down low
A searching for a pebble not a stone
To propel across the waters’ surface all aglow
I the master caster all alone
It felt just right I closed my eyes
I turned my hand a bit sidewise
It skipped across the springs clear edge
Remarkable as if it were possessed
And revolved itself in the whirlpool
A hapless pebble skipped back to a fool
I cast it out but again in awe I watched
It skidded the surface a marvel unmatched
A wondrous sight to my eyes alone
A pebble skipper quite at home.
Categories:
water washed, adventure,
Form: Bio
GOD WILL NOT BE MOCKED
He sits high upon golden calf
— invisible to naked eye.
If they saw him they’d know the half.
The mocking dragon waves goodbye.
The red face of Moses turns pale.
He descends the holy mountain.
Harried stone tablets —downward sail!
Quake splits earth with molten fountain.
Serpent’s head crushed in mortal blow.
With Living Water washed away.
Polished idol no longer glows.
The trumpet wounds! It’s time to pay!
Ashen faces repent of sin,
having witnessed the wrathful din.
2/5/2018
Categories:
water washed, bible, sin,
Form: Hybronnet
The Life of a Breakwater
A walk on the sharp shingle led to where
The dry, smooth surface felt warm to our feet,
The pale grey stonework embedded in the beach.
Those steps so broad and long led down into
The calm sea. We paused, luxuriating
Where the Summer sun caressed the concrete
And the water washed languidly over
The next step, a shallow paddling pool
Of sun-warmed water. But then, the cold sea
Brought a shiver as the sun hid its face
With dark clouds predicting a future state.
After long years, seen only at low tide,
There are jagged teeth covered in green slime;
This monument, discarded by progress
When the old beach was sculpted and renewed,
Lies hidden under the restless waves.
High tide splashes along the shoreline and
The smell of the sea air never changes.
Categories:
water washed, beach, fun, summer,
Form: Blank verse
I watch the water trickle down my blank canvas,
The whole world is crying today...
Nature has water-washed the Earth green,
The land looks fresh, as if awakened by a magic touch,
I trace the cold mist with my fingertips,
as the dark clouds are drawn towards the half bright sun...
Raindrops jump and splash in brand new muddy puddles.
Lilies look lovelier and jasmines jive joyfully,
Daisies wear dewy dimples,
even as the merry marigolds seem to melt...
And on that faraway mountain, in a summer cottage,
those roses blush redder when the rain kisses them.
My eyes glisten and my lips spread in a smile,
while I brush away those few drops left
to complete my candid dreamscape...
06/29/17
Categories:
water washed, flower, imagery, nature, rain,
Form: Free verse
The Pitter-Patter of Rain
I sit here on the porch listening,
Watching the rain in the night.
Pitter-patter on my roof,
I thought about all I have gained,
Over all these years of life,
As all I have lost and gone,
As if water washed it all away,
Oh maybe it was all the people,
And the circumstance that did,
Never to be found,
retrieved nor replaced again,
The only thing to mend my heart,
To fill the emptiness within me,
Is Jesus as He had promised,
As the rain kept falling into the night,
as tears from my heart for you,
As I was comforted by the pitter-patter,
As the footsteps returning,
faces to see again,
Words left unspoken,
now are able to be said
In this life there is only once chance,
To fully make it right,
- Resolution and completion -
Only you know when it can happen,
A presence in life suddenly washed away,
Only to return in dreams,
When my eyes have shut….
To the pitter-patter of rain,
Falling in the night.
Rev. Dr. Samuel Mack
Copyright 2017
Categories:
water washed, beautiful, blessing, christian, emotions,
Form: Verse
I lay in bed listening to the rain in the night
Patter on my roof, patter, patter
I thought about all I have lost, wiped away,
- Gone -
As if water washed it all away
No, it was people, circumstance that did
Not to be found, retrieved or replaced again
Nothing to mend the heart or fill the emptiness within
The rain kept falling into the night, as I shut my eyes to sleep
Listening, I was comforted by the patter, patter
Like footsteps returning, faces to see again
Words left unspoken, now able to be said
In this life there is only once chance to fully make it right
- Resolution or completion -
Either way, no-one knows when it can happen
A presence in life suddenly washed away, out of sight
Only to return in dreams, when the eyes shut….
To the patter of rain falling in the night
Heidi Sands
5/13/17
Categories:
water washed, loss, rain,
Form: Free verse
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