Quotes about soaked, page 13
Muir Woods
Afternoon gray off the Golden Gate Bridge
Clears away now to a lingering blue
With expansive day soaked in bright sunlight;
Tourists ride through wealthy Marin County
As their guide recounts his own narrative
Of the way things used to be in the great
Long-distant past of San Francisco, gone -
"Everything was safe and clean in those days,
Children could walk the streets alone at night, "
He sighs, driving the big bus uphill
To a park submerged in Redwood shadow.
poem by William B. Deutscher
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
My sister sorrow
that my tears would bring
healing to you
on the morning's brow
hanging on fragile
but steely
ropes of hope
and I will cry for you
till your night
is fully soaked
so let me fall down
in your darkness
let me share
your hours of salt
and water your
sister sorrow
for leprous moments
your pain I borrow
float with me
[...] Read more
poem by Elna Nel
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
Red Rage
Red looks glance round
From snub-perceiving face.
Red rags stand out
For testosterone-filled bull.
Red mists crowd in
On unconsidering mind.
Red hate peers out
From anger-blinded eyes.
Red rage screams out
Through hasty, profane lips.
Red fists fly fast
With unimpeded strength.
Red blades slash deep
Through soft, submissive skin.
Red wounds gape wide
In feeble, mortal flesh.
Red rain drops down
On heat-soaked paving stones.
Red tears spill out
From stricken kinsfolk’s hearts.
poem by C. Richard Miles
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
Was He A Human Being?
The abused know not another way.
And if they take it into their hands be free.
It can end in tragedy.
A murder out of guilt or fear.
Is it for the ones you love dear?
Or does something else that lies here.
Blood soaked tears.
When they dry up and wash away.
What is left to say?
A happiness that should be grief of the recently decease.
Obscenities that the children will forever bare.
Scars burned into you.
A crime committed upon another human being.
A last resort for some is the reasoning.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
Tigress-like Resting Under Limpid Pistil Torches
walking out of the sea
my baby digs me,
blushing, crawling, prowling,
nursing the rhodas with delicate perspiration.
My baby leads me.
to burn, to scratch, to heal.
tigress-like resting under limpid pistil torches.
While stamen soaked alphas secrete anther (rather satyrically) ,
She milks her young like a wet nurse honey bee.
My baby feels me crawling up her dress
pollens float off her plum lips like thirsty bubbles
I kiss her until the sun breaks,
and we dive into the sea.
poem by Jerome Moore
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
Every Heart Will Love
Every heart will love.
Soaked with salty tear,
Gripped with faulty fear,
Every heart will love.
Every heart will love.
Living in mortal cage,
Giving in mental rage,
Every heart will love.
Every heart will love.
Blinded by loving arrow,
Guided by shoving morrow,
Every heart will love.
Every heart will love.
Tearing flesh of Hate,
Bearing pains of Fate,
Every heart will love.
[...] Read more
poem by Osman Gani
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
Me and Paddy Martin
At Yoker High, I caught the train and went to Craigendoran,
I loved to fish there off the beach but it was always pouring
We used to get there at low tide, to search for rags and lugs,
But cos we hadn’t checked the tides, we’d end up looking mugs.
Rods in hand, no bait to fish and soaked right to the skin,
It was up the chippy for a heat and get some food within.
We were hopeless at this game and never caught a salmon
So we’d head home, cold and wet and end up having gammon.
poem by Paul Colvin
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
A Kick About
And the battle rages on, flailing sticks and stones
Well aimed kicks and chops meant to break bones
Long standing rivalry, deep set in their marrow
A rout on one side, a regroup and gritted teeth to face a police charge that follow
These factions of poles and Russians
Have no insight of future repercussions
Soaked, running, others cringe from water not from a shower
But from water cannon with its awesome power
These fighters, in front of their peers, have had their fame
They weren't here for the game.
poem by Brian Roy Skyers
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
The Gardener XXXVIII: My Love, Once upon a Time
My love, once upon a time your poet
launched a great epic in his mind.
Alas, I was not careful, and it struck
your ringing anklets and came to
grief.
It broke up into scraps of songs and
lay scattered at your feet.
All my cargo of the stories of old
wars was tossed by the laughing waves
and soaked in tears and sank.
You must make this loss good to me,
my love.
If my claims to immortal fame after
death are scattered, make me immortal
while I live.
And I will not mourn for my loss nor
blame you.
poem by Rabindranath Tagore
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
The Progress of the Spark
XVIth Circuit -- Donne
This spark now set, retarded, yet forbears
To hold her light however so he swears
That turns a metalled crank, and leather cloked,
With some small hammers tappeth hither an yon;
Peering as when she showeth and when is gone;
For wait he must till the vext Power's evoked
That's one with the lightnings. Wait in the showers soaked;
Or by the road-side sunned. She'll not progress.
Poor soul, here taught how great things may by less
Be stayed, to file contacts doth himself address!
poem by Rudyard Kipling
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!