Wet Poems - Poems about Wet

What are you all quacking about! A little rain never hurt anyone! Let's do the chicken splash together. No raincoats or umbrellas are needed, just a ducky spirit with attitude. Do not reply if you are afraid to get wet, or if you want to be a bore. Now for some rain fun! Put your right web foot in, now put your left wed...

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Kiss my wet lips A whisper soft, yet all ears hear. Kiss my wet lips Real love my mouth gently sips, To wipe each trace of grief and tear. To let love exist without fear. Kiss my wet lips. . Written as a Rondelet: A French poem form...

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White Suits and Wet Streets, A Miami Vice Poem The pastel blur of Ocean Drive at twilight, a saxophone weeping through the humid air. White linen jackets catching the neon glow, shoulder pads sharp enough to cut the tension. Crockett's stubble, a permanent shadow, Tubbs' wry smile, a shield against the grit. Their Daytona Spyder, a white streak of rebellion, slicing through the...

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When walking on a wet floor, Prints are left up to the door. For the leopard to follow, Deep in a line. A layer of water, Becomes quite slick. Pick up a broom, Becomes a hockey stick. ...

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There was a lad from Dublin So sad he wanted some lovin’ He fell asleep in class Woke up to deep laughs His wanker tall hot as an oven...

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I'm sitting silently I had so much to say But the words stuck in my mouth I don't know how to write love language How a broken heart fix the rhythm of life All the tears frozen in my eyes Some invisible mixes in the sea I want this time to rain But I got wet inside myself....

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WET WAVING WATER Just stand look and see, full moon reflecting on me; earth's mirroring sea:-...

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It was a quiet and sunny Sunday afternoon. We were still dressed in our Sunday best. My kids and I had a love affair with the Golden Gate Park and the Pacific. It was 43 years ago on a sandy beach. My daughter was 8; my son was 4. Our new-born was at home. Unlike us, he was far too young to roam...

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ROSE dear, in you I see my control gear RISE from your doubts, feel not any fear HOT looks of yours, makes me totally wet HOP and hug me, for you I readied a jet WAG to me you become, to have my kith and kin WAR of any kind on earth, for you I will surely win 10th...

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It’s a cold, wet, windy night tonight, a cold wet windy night. The Crow’s calls I hear moving through the black of night but with sight I see no Crow. It’s a mean and menacing night tonight and I hear the groans of trees say it so. Rain beats down so very hard tonight as it...

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The leaves lie, stuck and slippery; those in the air, dripping and clinging. Shivering, as the brisk wind blows; birds seem to be sleeping sans singing. Decked pine, in the window, lit, adorned; light angel above the trimming. ...

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Drops of Wet Sorrow Freeze White Like ...

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Wet and rainy day A napping dog on his back kicks his legs His yawn has wings I nestle into my bed Wet dog jumps on board lands on my side rolling now one hundred pounds of wet dog...

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