Quotes about soaked, page 15
The Sandman who sleeps near-by a dustbin
Oh! The sad fading memory re-kindles.
That desperate fragile man was crying on a rainy day
And he was soaked in a cobbled narrow street.
I offered him a small colored note
But he refused.
And I gave him a big note that too he refused calmly.
Then only I realized that he was starving.
Unfortunately all the shops were closed and it seemed to be a public holiday in a memorial of a bygone puppet President.
[ *Sandman- The genie of folklore who makes children sleepy; in allusion to the rubbing of their eyes as if there were sand in them.]
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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DRAWING A NASTY HAND...by talile ali
DRAWING A NASTY HAND
LIFES A BITCH AND THATS A FACT
THE WAY YOU ARE IS REALLY WHACKED
SOMETIMES UP AND SOMETIMES DOWN
ALWAYS RUNNING YOUR MAN DOWN
GOT A MAN HOE ON THE SIDE
SAYS HE'S REALLY GOOD FOR A RIDE
DOESN'T MATTER THE DISRESPECT
WITH A JACKKNIFE & HIS OLD SPECS
ALL IS SENT TO RACK AND RUIN
AS YOU GATHER IN YOU TOMB
HOARDING WEALTH INSTEAD OF CARE
LITTLE WONDER YOU'RE STILL THERE
WASHED IN HEATHER, SOAKED IN PAIN
NEVER BOTHERED TO EXPLAIN
WHY WITH BLINDERS YOU ARE SCREWED
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poem by Talile Ali
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On Halloween
On Halloween the sky was scarred
With full moon stuck, a piercing shard,
Within a hole, the eye of night,
Above the smell of death and fright,
Along a bone laced boulevard.
The corpses, dragged from crypts unbarred,
The flames, they gazed, with pale regard,
At roasting rot, a blood soaked sight...
On Halloween.
The bones, they blanched within the yard,
Again to have their evening marred,
By ghouls and fiends who rip and bite
With claws and fangs which drip delight
While gorging flesh, so slightly charred...
On Halloween.
poem by Terry O'Leary
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Of The Silenced Quill
a grated gate in midnight's light
once fell upon a sorry sight
as rain washed out the scarlet stain
the skies bowed down to hear the pain
a voice without a body heard
the sordid tale its waist did gird
one witness found, torn leaf by leaf
Creation's glory sank to grief
a tale no word was writ nor said
into the ground the silence bled
a soaked and orphaned quill remains
fraught with want of its trilled refrains
a poet's tome lay ungathered
whispy strands of dreams untethered
if Heaven cried its tears that night
set up the quaich in candlelight
poem by Frederick Kesner
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The Dark House
Dusk in the rain-soaked garden,
And dark the house within.
A door creaked: someone was early
To watch the dawn begin.
But he stole away like a thief
In the chilly, star-bright air:
Though the house was shuttered for slumber,
He had left one wakeful there.
Nothing moved in the garden.
Never a bird would sing,
Nor shake and scatter the dew from the boughs
With shy and startled wing.
But when that lover had passed the gate
A quavering thrush began...
‘Come back; come back!’ he shrilled to the heart
Of the passion-plighted man.
poem by Siegfried Sassoon
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The Tortoise In Keystone Heights
When I knew, it was raining.
Winter in decline. I was tired.
You in your soaked shirt diffused
into the western sky bulging with clouds,
speeding cars a few feet away—
why would they not slow down?
Though afternoon, a slip of moon
busied itself with rising,
and it had to mean something.
If only the moon were not out.
You shoveled the crushed tortoise
and her eggs off the highway into the dirt.
Those soft, white eggs.
This is how I love you:
drenched with Florida rain
and looking like hell,
Florida itself a hell,
the moonlit rain a rain of fire.
poem by Deborah Ager
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On a Winter Morning It Was Raining
On a winter
Morning
It was raining
Under a colorful
Umbrella
she was walking
From her face
Drops of water
Trickling
Cold breeze
Increased her
Shivering
Her teeth clattering
Feet soaked in water
Every step she took
Splashed it more
Wetting her shoes
Again and again
She was eager
To reach home
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poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Waterproofed
This chap, had a cap
Pulled down over his face.
This was in case,
The rains, refrain.
Touched his skin,
And dripped off his chin.
This bloke, had a cloak
Wrapped around tight,
To keep him alright,
Whilst the rain poured down,
So that he would be
Dry, completely.
This fella, had an umbrella
Which was extra cover,
As he would discover,
In the rains display,
Thus there was no water,
In any quarter.
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poem by Ernestine Northover
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Life returns on earth with a new dawn
As the Sun goes down at the horizon
Soaked in its color mourning sky remembers the glorious time;
Like a man lives in memories after his death.
With a heavy heart the earth immerses itself in deeper darkness.
I know the pain of losing a close one.
Time seems to stop at growing silence,
Whether it witnesses dew drops or tears.
But the Sun will rise.
The memories will fade away.
Subtle pain in corner of our heart may raise its head sometime;
We will move on.
New hopes, new promises will take us along
Into a new day.
I know by now,
Life returns on earth with a new dawn.
poem by Kingshuk Chakraborty
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Tiny dropp of his ocean
God crafted the ocean
as big as the universe,
We are rained here
again as vapour, to revert.
We are droplets of
that large ocean,
Which has endless depth
and endless region;
Which has endless past
and endless future
But we the drops
soon become the vapour.
Many of the droplets
will be lost in sea strand
Many will lost on the way
or soaked in the sand.
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poem by S.D. Tiwari
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