Quotes about soaked, page 8
He's Here
He's here,
Like that day,
Drizzled rained hailed,
All in one spray.
Soaked me out of my clothes,
When I fell to my knees.
So open to the world.
Mystify with me
Set sea (take me!)
Lets take flight.
valu-plus
All this for how much?
Lets forget ourselves
Be one in ourselves.
Ode to euphoria!
Ode to you!
You're here.
poem by Attia Taylor
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Nobody Saw The Roses
Walking down the subway
Narrow as a rat hole.
Rain water flooding.
Knee depth water.
Socks soaked.
See men complain.
despair on their faces mirrored in the water.
See dirty dogs walk alongside,
See the fateful flood,
See the garbage over stairs,
But nobody saw the roses stuck under their shoes as they walk out in despair
poem by Sowmya Sundaram
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Your Blues
Life, I love you
I'm in love with your blues
and the fear you exhibit on my face.
I've seen your children
They are kind
And speak highly of your plan.
But we are scared of the images
we see on a screen, in London.
Last week we met outside
in the windy garden scrub,
Palms blew, rain soaked,
and the earth collapsed again.
poem by Sam Watkinson
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A Black & White Wedding!
Poor chimney sweeper's
Carbon monoxide soaked
Well creased Gabardine suit
There he wears for his wedding
And the country bride comes
from the dairy farm
with her cheese-like
Culottes bridal kit,
The bell rang
from the white washed
Mountain top Cathedral
and the old bearded father laments secretly
remembering his sweet lost youth?
nimal dunuhinga
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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The River
A calm river disturbed
is like a cold torrent thunder
It flows a fume of emotion
and ebbs back gave and somber
Its frosty water - sad and serene
and her tears are even colder
a mirror of beautiful scenes
dreamy fluid luster
Futile and still,
I soaked my feet in the river
she responded with the hostility
of the squirming chill inside her.
poem by Norman Santos
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Life
Keeping with precarious existence,
life moves with,
inertial steps,
to do a little,
When soil soaked with tears,
weekend breaths smelling foul,
steep wall standing ahead,
Opaque dream overnight,
thunder storm roaring aloud,
One desire of hunting beast,
blowing bruite in the ears,
Paining corns on feet,
and journey.
make me tired
poem by Rafique Farooqi
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The Price of War Pt.2
War, an excuse for murder
Filled with pain and suffering
Consuming millions of lives
Towns set ablaze
Cities ravished by war
Entire countries decimated
Battlefields soaked with blood,
Riddled with bullets and bodies,
Will the bloodshed ever cease?
Is it ever really worth it?
How many lives must be lost?
In the end, does anyone really win?
poem by Bloodshed 207
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Rain on a Full-moon Night
It caught the world unawares
First it trickled down like few drops
From a beehive and I even saw
The likes of me licking the drops
In no time there it was falling as if
The drops were unbroken silver threads
Knitting and connecting the sky and earth
The bright full-moon
Soaked in rain reflected
From the puddles and winked
22 Nov 2010
23.10hrs
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Love Poem
I want to write you
a love poem as headlong
as our creek
after thaw
when we stand
on its dangerous
banks and watch it carry
with it every twig
every dry leaf and branch
in its path
every scruple
when we see it
so swollen
with runoff
that even as we watch
we must grab
each other
and step back
we must grab each
other or
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poem by Linda Pastan
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Gyrations
I am lifting
your blood-soaked shirt
giving the latitude to planet
which broke the law.
The elite
wants to know, why you were
still here, when steam was rising
in golden night?
An extended
grief overtakes the wind
in the flute. You become a free man
walking naked.
The gyres
were calibrating the magi.
An empty niche waits for a Buddha
to take the re-birth.
poem by Satish Verma
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