Waterless Poems | Examples

Hope is Relentless

There is a persistent embrace,
a longing and a kissing,
a childlike giggling,
a free and predictable smile.

Life foresees every dawning,
foretastes every light ray,
foretells every essence,
forecasts every ambience.

Life proclaims every mountain top,
every sultry, tangled jungle,
every scorched and waterless desert,
every fathomless ocean floor.    

Dreams are uncharted roadmaps,
virtual animated realities,
virtual luminous mysteries,
virtual unconscious answers.

When we are manhandled, 
our humanity maligned,
our freedoms denied,
Hope must never leave us. 
Hope is a relentless tomorrow.

When we flee the crackdown,
the masked, menacing Gestapo,
our imprisonment in foreign Gulags,
Hope must never leave us.
	Hope is a relentless tomorrow. 

For there is always a daybreak,
ever another awakening,
ever a perennial blossoming,
a season of conception.
Hope must never leave us.
	Hope is a relentless tomorrow.

Goodbye Poetry

Oh poetry,
why do you not feel me.
I was once your poetic percolate,
the assonance to your consonance, 
spilling in silver ink,
upon Earth's raw fibres, 
but in your quest for perfection,
wanderlust words are now waterless roots,
resembling a mediocre muse,
cursed from rose tinted glares,
exposing pages of bad grammar.

Since the feather in my quill
set adrift with fireflies in the wind,
conflicting choruses echo 
in an acoustic refrain.
In this musical merry go around -
I'm only composed as a last thought.

In chapters of contemplation,
wondering if you feel the art of my heart;
I ponder if I am a
vacant vowel in your 'why?'
An unexplained myth..
A rhythm not seen in your rhymes

or do questions only bring bitterness?
But without the reason for answers,
will there be anything left to express?

I'm just an empty cartridge
abandoned from your fountain pen.
Now only aches and angst alliterate,
as invisible ink slowly dissolves.

I'll forever be an unfinished masterpiece.
A long forgotten poem. An anagram of listen.

There is no metaphor for this grief,
so I say goodbye to poetry
and farewell to my muse.

A voice in the dark whispers

Foundation.

With uncertainty flowing like a molten volcano around the world, and online. 

Is it within dark times like these, we should try to bring more light into the world?

Title:

A voice in the dark whispers

Lookup
Not down

And be drawn
Into spiritual degradation

Or dark temptations
Linked to politics or the flesh
By the Red Dragon 

But to blue clouds
Filled with sacred tetragons

With belief in whatever you know as good, be held
In-Depth

For the son of Cronus and Rhea

Brother of Zeus and Poseidon
Grows ever near

To welcome you into his waterless Barren Lands

Delighting in unimaginable fear

So be
Precipitous

And look up to
Defeat the rolling Abyss
Ruled by Hades 

Hidden 
Within
Its mists

Espouse goodness
While you still
Live

Like a sweet Valentine's Day kiss

And try to avoid
The Void 

Filled with those 
Who now pay a hefty
Price

But enter into new lands of Spiritual Paradise

With your selfless acts
Of kindness and self-sacrifice 

Will you try to do good?

Or will you follow those who will suffer bitterness, when a star called, Wormwood, 
Falls?

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

Tilted Laments

Is it my grief?
That i behold?
That i knoweth ongoing sorrow
Waterless doves?
None other, a city?
Just? As a city dweller?
Dwelling, in mired filth?
Unconquered mime, play!
At once! Be tainting…..
Project at them
Boredom? You wandered…..

Dry republic day!

Rainbow like flag emerged
Children born surrounded by waterless planets
World shifting to countries without borders
Long live the republic!
Children grows to be adams and eves
Clouds of not readily mixed oxygen and hydrogen unyielding rain
World shifting to countries without borders
Long live the republic!
Those born end up dying
Earth dries to dead earth
World shifting to countries without borders
Long live the republic!

Psalm of Struggle

A Psalm of Struggle

My soul is parched by the waterless
desert of despair.
My dry tongue longs to lap
cool water.

The hot sun of temptation beats
down on me.
The fragile body I live in begins
to fail.

How much longer oh Lord must
I bear this torment?
How much longer oh Lord will
you allow this to continue?

Your eye looks down on me
as I struggle with doubt.
Your eye sees my pain and
suffering.

I cannot last much longer 
in my present state.
I cry out for Your protection
Oh Lord.

Waterless

The land was desolate and parched
Only sinuos marks of rivers which ran
No water found by men who searched
Rivers were squandered away by man

Sky ran obscured  asunder and ablaze 
Sly man would  plunder and raze

Taps were left running all day
Too late to be leery  of the loss at hand
A loss which man thought was at bay 
Sadly Gone were the days of a beautiful land

Gone were the daisys swaying in lukewarm zephyrs
Gone were the meadows of glistening green grass
Gone were the branching boughs of titanic trees
Gone were the beauties of nature 

Gone due to man
Gone due to his pride
Gone due to his ignorance
Gone due to his thirst

Sonoran Desert

Lamp posts eyes
through cracks 
of curtains 
spying
sewing needles
through mine
uninvited
screeching tires
honking horns
sirens
plucking mind’s guitar
unstop.
Take me to the Sonoran
steal into a hut
while its inhabitant 
hunts
fall asleep in its belly
hidden
from rattling reptiles
hunting grasshoppers
coyotes  
the howling hunter mouse  
monsters, giants
the Gila, the Iguana
scorpions!
Take me to the Sonoran 
illumed by the Saguaro
opening its white petals 
at night
a lamp post of 
candelabra flowers
where lizards
on waking
take sunbeams 
showers
savoring magic
of orange red
golden yellow flowers
winking at sunset
and vanishing.
Honk, honk! Screech!
Splash!
Spilled my glass 
of chamomile
slumbering on the sandy
waterless beach
of the Sonoran.

Ivy Flower

In my earthy, sad and waterless heart
I was caught in the trap of danger 

In this sea of ??passion, my only ship
Wrapped in your thoughts, I am waiting for you

Khazan's dream was a light in my heart
Your hijran drowned the heart in the sea

Dreams are gone, memories are gone
In the dark of the night, I worry


The knot of this puzzle cannot be solved by hand
From now on, the knots should be taken to the teeth

In the dark of the night, I worry
In this deafening silence, I will not try without you

Peace was in my hands, lost, now I wander
Although you are not in my hand, you are still in my heart

In your sorrow, I have given my heart to the rain
With the laughter of the sun, a light fell from the sky

I found in your arms, the lost path of love and life
Forever with you, in front of the eternal sun

I'm stuck in memories, I didn't get free
What can I do without you at this time? I do not know

Waterless Baptism of the Consolamentum Virelai

Fasting, no caprice
Burning without cease
I kneeled
Under words of peace
God’s graced to release
Sins healed
I heard words to deice
I said words to unleash
Veil peeled 

Saints’ hands were a shield
“Praise the sun to wield
And kiss 
Light and flames to yield
To have your lost soul sealed
In this”
Sun welcomed and healed
Dove came to this field
Of bliss

A thread as Christ wished
Robes to reminisce
Soft fleece 
God hugged me in this
Black gown of bliss
No crease
Lifted from abyss
I received the kiss
Of peace

The Stars Tonight

Luminosity of the despondent star in the celestial land above
Had grown to be caliginous in nature 
Dwindled its crimson gleam

Dissolved into newfound restlessness, 
Parched, dark, waterless spring
Entreating for even a luster

Named a blessing buried underneath cloaks
The last cries of
A twinkle.

Flicker.

The Darkest

In the semblance of my darkest
side lie the sunlight after me,
In the dark blue face was a
smile that only a select few could see.
Only a few that fishes
like me when we see the snakefish

Maybe a glowworm or two in
my wake, still, I am onto Kinyeti's peak
as a sad Giant long-legged katydid recasting into a camel to save thy naught, yes thy naught

Though I thought Weddell was
a sea of stars, I was at the end a
Beluga Whale grinding Lulo Rose's diamond

Morrow, morrow, morrow
mermaid promise keeps me going
to the seaside, scary you, scary we
She turned me into a jellyfish.
She put death onto the ghost that heist
me off my kiss, Oh my lips, it is blood
at night, lips in the light, a waterless smile
in the twilight

Semblance Dark, a death oath for a hairy head, a death oath for shaving even one middle-of-the-head hair. Scary ghost, scary clown
Struggling for my stolen heart, stolen heart
hid in the middle of the Cretaceous.

Happiness, for gumiho
O gumiho, stop taking them, I know
thy idea. I offer you Gum, yes O Gum
Tears and tears for the darkness
Sleep and sleep in the glow
It is for the duck of thy dark side, my
dark side, their dark side.

Where I Am From

WHERE I AM FROM?


I am from the solitude
Where voice of you, used to flow through my ears
 as sounds from the river of gratitude
Where I had you a fairy from the world of beatitude.


I am from the solitude which is lost, somewhere in the sea of darkness
It has gone missing since the day I lost you in the forest which seems formless
Since that day I feel like the solitude has turned to be heartless
Since that day I miss you the way a thirsty being misses water at a place which is waterless.


I miss my old solitude home
I remember my simple/real solitude where I was free to roam
Trust me, everyday, I try hard to get into the forest which is flown
But, I find me at one side of river and forest being the other side which is unknown.


I have solitude within me like water in the ocean
Oneday, me along with memory of you, would rush back to solitude in full motion.

Beyond 2

Beyond 2
Rewritten: by Miracle Man
12/12/2021

Beyond each of my hills, God left a valley,
Beyond each waterless stretch, He placed a stream.
Beyond each troubled time, that I’ve been facing,
God’s given hope, while allowing me to dream.

Beyond each sunlit day, He made a sunset,
Beyond each moonlit night, I was fixed a dawn.
Beyond each daily problem, I encountered,
God was always there, gently urging me on.

Beyond each planting time, will come a harvest,
Beyond harvest, a separation will be.
Beyond separation, is eternity,
God is whispering, won't you spend it with me?

Beaches - and Dickinson

I
The word, when said
Makes some go dead
The sound of dog (she)

II
Most beaches lead somewhere
Some beaches lead nowhere
Truth or dare (campuses
Have grassy, waterless beaches)

III
Dickinson: words begin living
"when it is said" (not dead)
Emily knew of flight
In Fight to write

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