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Waterlogged Poems

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PMPoem TitlePoetFormFormCategories  
Shooting Rapids In The Time Stream matthew harris Free verse Free verse waterlogged, allusion, father, heaven, humorous,
Premium Member Poem What IS yer Deal Duncan R. M. Ferguson Lyric Lyric waterlogged, angst, conflict, introspection, perspective,
Premium Member Poem DAYS AND DAYS OF RAIN Kim Rodrigues Free verse Free verse waterlogged, weather,
Premium Member Poem waterlogged leaves Kim Rodrigues Haiku Haiku waterlogged, weather,
Rainy Days And Mondays cheryl hoffman Light Verse Light Verse waterlogged, humor, rain, work,
Premium Member Poem CRANBERRY HARVEST Kim Rodrigues Free verse Free verse waterlogged, fruit, thanksgiving,
Tilt A World Raven Tones Light Verse Light Verse waterlogged, absence, depression, lost love,
fifty mental pains of darkness verlecia fields Bio Bio waterlogged, abuse, anti bullying, bullying,
The Great Apology Daniel Handschuh Rhyme Rhyme waterlogged, humor,
Eye For An Eye Dalton Ogletree Rhyme Rhyme waterlogged, poetry, rap, word play,
Flights of Fancy David Smith Imagism Imagism waterlogged, allusion, angel, beautiful, blessing,
Diaries from distant shores II William Greco Epic Epic waterlogged, lost love, ocean, pain,
Can We Feel Music Carol Geyer Free verse Free verse waterlogged, music,
All for you Deon Burger Free verse Free verse waterlogged, relationship,
Hothouse Flower Margot Weidemann Free verse Free verse waterlogged, betrayal, jealousy, love,
mystery ship jan oskar hansen Chant Royal Chant Royal waterlogged, dedication, miracle, voyage, water,
Premium Member Poem The Murder of Willow Elaine George Narrative Narrative waterlogged, death, life, nature,
Premium Member Poem Waterlogged Carol Eastman Rhyme Rhyme waterlogged, feelings, good morning, how
Paper Heart Gabrielle Zeger Free verse Free verse waterlogged, depression
Dont Drink The Water Thomas King I do not know? I do not know? waterlogged, addiction, change, hope, inspirational,
Oragami Cameron Hartley Free verse Free verse waterlogged, cry, metaphor, relationship, sad,
TEENAGE JOURNAL Kim van Breda Dramatic monologue Dramatic monologue waterlogged, introspection, teenage,
Premium Member Poem Good Tidings Debbie Guzzi Verse Verse waterlogged, adventure, faith, inspirational, introspection,
Backfire Laura Breidenthal Free verse Free verse waterlogged, angst, confusion, death, depression,
the potato chip revolution andrew delapruch Free verse Free verse waterlogged, life
Ophelia Nathaniel Köhp Free verse Free verse waterlogged,
Faith Like a Phoenix Hana Ryusaka Dramatic monologue Dramatic monologue waterlogged, imagination, introspection, lifelove,
Harmony Hana Ryusaka Free verse Free verse waterlogged, life, love
Waterlogged Melissa Wadkins Patterson Free verse Free verse waterlogged, sad
Brave New World Samantha McDougal Free verse Free verse waterlogged, adventure, allegory, angst, autumn,
Sea Songs Jill Martin Rhyme Rhyme waterlogged, adventure, loss, sad, sea,
Contempt Has A Name Karen Bryson-Lewis Didactic Didactic waterlogged, black african american, lost
Mistress of the Light Dawn Drickman Rhyme Rhyme waterlogged, history, people, places, sea,
MYXOEDEMA Dr.Hemant Vinze I do not know? I do not know? waterlogged, education, health, science,

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Waterlogged Poem Example

The Murder of Willow

A gentle breeze fluttered the curtain I hid behind, as I strained to hear above the 
pounding of the heart that was trying to break out of my chest, and above the 
roaring behind the eardrums that were channeling to me, the conversation taking 
place between my husband and Mr. Burly, who were standing out on the upper deck 
of the backyard.

“WE HAVE TO TAKE HER DOWN,” Mr. Burly commanded. 

“Is there no other way,” my husband asked? 

“No” Mr. Burly replied.  “You and I both know, she has gone too far… getting tangled 
up in all that underground activity.  It will only bring you BIG TROUBLE if you don’t 
stop her RIGHT NOW."

Many times over the years, I had fought for her life and won, but I knew there would 
be no changing their mind this time.

So…I locked myself in the bathroom while they murdered her.  There… on the lid 
of the porcelain throne, with my head hanging over the sink, I sat, watching a 
stream of tears slide down the drain as the sound of the chainsaw outside, shattered 
my mind. 

No one will ever know how much I loved her…no one but me and the drain.


It was days before I had the mental and physical strength to bring myself to the 
place where they had thrown her torso and severed limbs in the ravine among the 
discarded clumps of kitty litter, waterlogged cardboard boxes, weeds and wild 
flowers that grew there, in abundance.  


I remembered the first time I had ever seen her…a tiny sapling born from a seed 
that had flown on the wind and landed in the lower level of the backyard and taken 
root. Not knowing who or what she would be, I left her there thinking she would never 
survive the winter…but she did.  

“Too close to the house and the septic system,” the arborous said. “She’s a Willow, 
and her roots will cause you nothing but trouble, mark my words.”  But now she had 
leaves…and they were so beautiful. 

For twelve years, I fought to save her life as she grew and grew until she reached 
the upper deck, her beautiful branches and tri-colored leaves reaching over the 
railing…touching me as her long supple limbs swayed and moved to the will of the 
wind as she danced to the tune of the wind chimes as humming birds came and went.

Sentenced to death for growing to close, my beautiful Willow was brought down in 
the prime of her life.

Then, I had turned around, and looked at the barren place where she once stood, 
and heard the words someone once said to me, ‘NOTHING REMAINS THE SAME 
FOREVER’, but those words brought me no comfort.

The only solace I could find in that moment, as I stood above the quickly decaying 
remnants of that once beautiful creature was: knowing that my willow would never 
weep again.

Written:  August 26, 2014
Author:  Elaine George

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