Water

water poem natureWater

Water, can you hear it? Gleaming eyes

The waterfall leaving a chasm in your heart

Fill my inky heart, with your soft trickling twilight

Smothering my fiery flamed hear, with your prismatic stance

Fissuring my chintzy taste buds, baptising my tongue

Whirlpool of deliberate destruction

Clear as day, opaque as the rocks under the sun

Fake as the reflection you see, of radiant stars

Is she flowing too, or will she flow through the fall line?

The power of volition, will she be unwavering?

Aqua in her purest, little stain of blood

Big stain of blood, responsive to change

I can sometimes feel your heat but not see it

But will my life flow like water, or will heart fissure

Conductive to life, peevish downfall

But she is non organic, because water does not decay

 

 

Theres a road going left and right, which one would you take?

I am standing at a crossroads with no signs pointing the way; My shadow stretches in front of me from the dawning of a new day; No matter which road I choose to take, there will be no turning back; Whether or not you’re on the path I choose requires knowledge that I lack. One […]

via Standing at a Crossroads — Poems, Lyrics and Stuff by an Average Joe

The picture really sets the scene!

In the wilderness of Maine, in the rhythm of the waves, in rivers of the mountains, a calling to my heart, to my pen, wings lifting with a new wildness in my senses I write the words launching the poem from my spirit. Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

via The Poem from My Spirit — Ancient Skies

So utterly graphic! How does this make you feel?

Written by Jacob Ibrag Black star, who do you think you are? Crickets sleeping in the depths of your crater. We won’t see you coming. Hidden. Crashing into the receptors of our central nervous system. I’d ask for your name and yet this part seems familiar. A cobra chasing it’s own tale. Tail? Tale. Delivered […]

via Tale — Eyes Words

Urdu styled poetry… so underrated… what does everyone else think?

Latest book: The Golden Tradition: An Anthology of Urdu Poetry, edited and translated by Ahmed Ali. I think I can reuse the illo of Babur and Humayun here, since Babur was probably reciting some verse. In Persian, not Urdu, I know. Ali is a great guide– knowledgeable, enthusiastic, tolerant, a font of details. What he […]

via Urdu Poetry — Zompist’s E-Z rant page

If you are happy with yourself… you are happy with the world…

I want to slowly ease into dreams of sunshine feel the warmth of its longing kiss but even this, I miss while too many shadows loom chasing away the sunlight stealing the afternoon glow. My skin pales in comparison while others’ cheeks alight with olive skin, but drought sometimes is all that’s left for […]

via Beautiful Being Me, a poem — Sumyanna Writes

accepting flaws is the most beautiful thing!

By: Leena Adhvaryu There are all kinds of love in the world and then there is us; a dying star in a moonless sky an unusual metaphor, a metaphor nonetheless of how flaws can be breathtakingly beautiful.

via Poem: Beautiful Flaws — Literary Yard

one of the greatest pics ive ever seen with poetry!

Beautiful dreamer, beam on my heart, E’en as the morn on the streamlet and sea; Then will all clouds of sorrow depart, —

via AMERICAN POEMS: “Beautiful Dreamer” — bodyandsoulnourishmentblog

now i feel hungry!

Originally posted on lifelessons – a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown: Remember Dagwood making those midnight trips to the fridge, piling his “Dagwood sandwich” six inches high with most things edible that came into his vision? Or slumber parties where you tried to do the same and everyone ended up ill, to you mother’s great chagrin?…

via Savoring Flavoring — koolkosherkitchen

How original :) :O

I knocked at the door. “Come in!” The professor was sitting on the window sill without his shoes. It looked a bit strange, but I had gotten used to his little quirks. Generally speaking, our entire magistral staff is a strange sort of panopticon—a freak show if you will—and so sitting barefoot on a window […]

via Broken Poem (Fragment #16) — unbolt me