Lost Waters Poems

Sun-kissed stones, where shadows play,
Whisper secrets of a bygone day.
Grand Canal, in sapphire dressed,
Reflects the love within ones heart.

Gondolas glide, like whispered sighs,
Through water streets,...

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I am here and there
      but I belong to somewhere
with the salty breeze 

I fly low and slow
  ...

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Pain reveals us
	unbound to “normal” life
		tw-
			i-
           sted 
	upon shelves
		filled with feature-
	less portraits of lies	
		told
	at the...

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The Generous Warmth of Eternal Waters
By David J Walker

The generous warmth of
Eternal waters
	Drenching me
	Quenching me
Pouring over me
In another 
mornings baptism 

The generous ardor of 
the...

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Stand at the waters edge 
it's you I long to see, 
over an ocean blue. 
Walk the sand to find peace, 
as I wait to...

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They say,                       ...

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I think love is a flare 
We were beautiful and you were there
I wonder how much I can loose to you 
The sun shined for...

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Memories knotted by a stimulating tread,
images attach themselves to some secret pled. 
Tension and liquid courage stirring the night,
graving stimulation already in sight.
Motions that hunt...

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There is a water shortage.
A problem the moon shines 
to introspect its tides
and how they can become still
with or without the clouds.

I forgive the engineered...

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River,

where are you taking me?

What has you running away
so quickly and fervently that even 
the strongest man might be swept under 
your currents,
lost in your...

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From up above your glittery tower
Can you hear me, Love, can you see me?
Can you feel my painful hunger?
As I sit, in the shadows, dark...

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I love you more today than yesterday
within these weathered walls on sallow earth,
and when I pick the last of spring’s bouquet,
I’ll hope for your return...

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On 59th Street, there's a bridge I know
where people, feeling groovy, go to walk.
The sounds of silence: troubled waters flow -
A homeless man cries out,...

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The Closed Sea
by Michael R. Burch 
 
These are the narrows of my soul—
dark waters pierced by eerie, haunting screams.
And these uncharted islands bleakly home
wild...

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Breathing Waters

I view the tides rise…
I come to the banks;
Up and down liken;
The rapid slaps, spanks;

New birth breathing child;
Splashing dancing tides;
Ships lost at seas bows;
Breathing...

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