After A Long Drought
She held my beating heart
Within her cupped hands
As the blood flowed
She felt its warmth
Her hands swelled
With the heat
The blood released
It was like a swollen cloud
Filled with rain
Pouring out
Upon the parched soil
Longing for moisture
After a long drought
The cloudburst quenched
The dry earth
And the humidity
Filled the air
The musk
Filled our nostrils
As we collapsed
poem by Edwin Tanguma
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Related quotes
Night On The Sun
So turn off the lights cause its night on the sun
Youre hopelessly hopeless I hope so for you
Freeze your blood and then stab it into into
Stab your blood into me and then
I eat my own blood and get filled up on getting filled up
I get filled up on me and then
song performed by by Modest Mouse
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Clouds By Number
Cloud Nine lived a life of fantasy,
Barely conceding the existence of Cloud Eight,
Who felt jealousy for Cloud Seven's
Silver lining,
Although it was saturnine.
Cloud Six lived a life in a daze,
Dozing in the sun's rays;
While Cloud Five held a bellyful of rain
That it wept onto
The arid plain.
Cloud Four came out of nowhere,
Hugging Cloud Three,
Making way, hurriedly, for Cloud Two,
Who shot lightning and thunder,
And like a magic trick
Became Cloud One.
The Great Funnel Cloud,
Who left nothing after its short reign
But a painful memory and a swollen path to be filled with regrets.
poem by Stan Petrovich
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The Most Beautiful Vision
The light caught your eye
And your smile lit the room
I felt my heart skip a beat
A warmth filled my thoughts
How amazing you looked
For there and then I looked upon
The most beautiful vision
That I have ever seen
Held in my memory so perfect
I smile foolishly at times
You filled me with a joy
Something I cannot forget
Your picture is held to my heart
The light of your smile
And warmth of your eyes
The way I saw the soul in you
You will always be
The most beautiful vision
That I shall ever see
poem by Matthew Holloway
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Blood on your hands sister
You said you loved him told him you cared
Promised him forever together
Instead you broke his heart into countless pieces
You drew tears of blood from the Prince of hearts
Hurt his pride with your insolent words
Blood on your hands sister
Blood on your hands
I saw the pain in his eyes
I felt the bitter tears that he cried
Kicked a man when he was down
You left him a broken man
Blood on your hands sister
Blood on your hands
From a loving giving sensitive Prince amongst men
You took your pleasure and stifled his laughter
You took your fill and threw him upon the scrapheap
Blood on your hands sister
Blood on your hands
But his precious tears are wasted
Wasted on a dry barren heart like yours
For his heart is alive and flourishing
Whilst yours is dead and lifeless
He is the victor
Whilst you the loser
You may wash your hands of him
But the stains will never fade
Blood on your hands sister
Blood on your hands
poem by Lilac Wine
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Astonishing Forest
Where the house filled with living
The house continuously giving
Where the house filled with nature
The house filled with adventure
Anything can survive
With the nature it provides
Where the house filled with grass
The house filled with hedges, bushes and plants
Canopy trees be it rain or shine
Will be there for you at any time
Where the green house filled with fresh air
Will shelter you in the heavy rain
O the house of beauty
O the house of sound
So much variety is yet to be found
poem by Sehar Zaman
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The First Jasmines
Ah, these jasmines, these white jasmines!
I seem to remember the first day when I filled my hands with
these jasmines, these white jasmines.
I have loved the sunlight, the sky and the green earth;
I have heard the liquid murmur of the river thorough the
darkness of midnight;
Autumn sunsets have come to me at the bend of a road in the
lonely waste, like a bride raising her veil to accept her lover.
Yet my memory is still sweet with the first white jasmines
that I held in my hands when I was a child.
Many a glad day has come in my life, and I have laughed with
merrymakers on festival nights.
On grey mornings of rain I have crooned many an idle song.
I have worn round my neck the evening wreath of bakulas woven
by the hand of love.
Yet my heart is sweet with the memory of the first fresh
jasmines that filled my hands when I was a child.
poem by Rabindranath Tagore
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Beating
Blood trickiling, pouring down my face.
Another humiliating moment of disgrace.
Lying in a corner filled with pain.
I feel nothing but totall shame.
I'm tired of being beaten cold,
by a world and love I feel so old.
I feel so lonley lying here,
my face is swollen from the beating and the tears.
It has to stop or I'll go mad,
the thought of which makes me very sad.
I love them so but it really hurts.
I think I must leave before I'm beat to eternal sleep.
poem by Michael McParland
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Beneath the Seasons
We have not yet adjusted to the cold,
our skin still raw from summer sun.
We breathed in our flaws months ago,
let them cloud up our lungs
and only now have we begun to exhale
the air surrounding us is filled with our weakness.
I reach my hand out to touch you
I can see it but god damn
I can't feel it.
I can't feel you.
Far too many moonlit mistakes made
in thick humidity
with wind on our skin.
We thought maybe if we held our breath long enough
the summer air would dwell within us
But this autumn breeze
has a way of stealing
the purity from under me
If any remains at all.
I stare inside myself,
broken window into my soul
watching my graffiti heart
pump vandalized blood
throughout my body
Love.
I was never ready.
I am always fighting a greater war,
the one that is inside me.
poem by Vanessa Grixti
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
After Nights
I've hated to talk about it,
but there has been so many after nights.
I've needed to work out, one more story.
Trying to end, my often very sad's.
Another one, of my, the most incredibly bad's!
My heart, was shaking as I knelt on the ground.
My hands, were pressing his wounds.
Pressing hard, prayng, deeper and deeper.
Begging God, Help, Shouting, Holding back the Grim Reaper
Like his mother, my shaking hands
With a sobbing, torn chest
Held him tightly to my breast
Gently wiped the blood from his face and lips
I watched, and felt his soul, escaped my grip.
Raining tears washed the blood from his face.
Even now, I've often wished that God.
Would've let me take his place!
I couldn't bare to see my brother die!
The shouting of my heart, screaming why? God. Why?
Please! God! Why....?
I felt my buddies tears, they were hugging our backs.
Even though, I knew he was dead.
God,
I held him close, I kissed his head.
Like a mother with hurt child.
I sat, rocking him in the mud.
Filling a rice paddy with tears, and blood.
So now after all these years.
I've tried to tell, my life story. Of so many tears.
I've had enough, to make rice paddies flood?
My tears as I've relived, nights, after nights.
How I tried. To stop. My buddies blood
So, just, how, many tears, does it take to make a rice paddy flood?
I've seen that much, and his filled it with blood.
So when you read this, try to understand.
I'm doing the best that I can.
I fight every day the things that make me so sad.
But it helps to talk about it, and the many after nights!
The days and days, the nights after nights.
I've called my life stories, just incredibly bad...........
poem by Clyde Bryson
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Faces On Hands, Hands On Heart
news blackout, streets packed out,
politicians inside trade deals....
feed the poor, Communist whores,
dont know how despair feels!
Jefferson raise a cup, Crazy Horse rises up,
freedom's a blood filled rainbow...
homeless jobless, insulated snobness,
fighting for today and tomorrow.
faces on hands, hands on heart,
a small fire strong against the dark.
all God's children doing their part....
faces on hands, hands on heart!
poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Missing Your Love
Don't I miss you?
On my way home
On a dimly lit evening
Or an empty afternoon
Without you coming up to me
Rubbing and licking my hands
Your eyes overflowing with love!
Don't I miss you?
When the rain lashes
And you don't come up to me
Seeking a little warmth
With your bones chilled to the marrow
And I take you in under the shade
When your eyes are filled up with love
And mine with unexplained tears!
Don't I miss you?
In my moments of extreme happiness
When you no more jump up to me
To give me a long and joyous hug
Your eyes filled with unspoken love
And I know without your ever telling me
The agony of living without your love!
poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The Drought
A tired farmer looks upon the skies,
His longing eyes searching for signs of rain!
He’s standing ’midst a field of with’ring crops;
His hard work could end up again in vain.
The drought this year has been the worst of all;
The wells are dry; bore-wells need more deep’ning;
The ignominy’s unable to bear;
His sullen frame is moving like a snail!
While Mother Earth’s parched lips beg to be quenched,
The air is sultry and the sun scorching;
No cloud is seen that bears some hope of rain;
It seems he’s speaking from within his heart!
Though weather-forecasts kept exploding myths,
More greedy middle-men were cheating them;
The farmers had to subsist on field-rats!
What only could appease the Rain-Gods’ wrath?
Copyright by DR JOHN CELES 14-3-2004
poem by John Celes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
If Theres Anything I Can Do
Baby Im so sorry your world came crashing in
Its times like these you need a friend
You dont have to worry its out of our hands
I believe that were part of a much bigger plan
Chorus:
If theres anything I can do
Just call and Ill come runnin
I will always be here for you
If theres anything I can do
Your eyes are filled with sorrow
Your heart is filled with pain
Just let the tears fall down like rain
I promise you tomorrow
The sun is gonna shine
All you can do is take it one day at a time
Repeat chorus
song performed by by Vince Gill
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
If Theres Anything I Can Do
Baby Im so sorry your world came crashing in
Its times like these you need a friend
You dont have to worry its out of our hands
I believe that were part of a much bigger plan
Chorus:
If theres anything I can do
Just call and Ill come runnin
I will always be here for you
If theres anything I can do
Your eyes are filled with sorrow
Your heart is filled with pain
Just let the tears fall down like rain
I promise you tomorrow
The sun is gonna shine
All you can do is take it one day at a time
Repeat chorus
song performed by by Vince Gill
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Collide
I felt my heart collapse
On the day that I met him
I felt my heart collapse
It filled up to the rim
I felt my heart collapse
When my eyes traveled 'round
I felt my heart collapse
The one I had found
I felt my heart collapse
When he first touched my skin
I felt my heart collapse
Oh it seemed a lovely sin
I felt my heart collapse
It fell without a sound
I felt my heart collapse
Oh I knew I had found
I felt my heart collapse
When we shared that first kiss
I felt my heart collapse
I thought that I would almost miss
I felt my heart collapse
I was lost in his embrace
I felt my heart collapse
I kept staring at his face
Oh my heart collapsed on that day
Ever since it's been that same way
My love for you has not faded
Ever since the day it escaped
poem by Courtney Beaudry
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
A Poem For The Heart, Its Day...
on the day of the hearts
why should you let that heart weep?
do not be cruel, give the heart what is
due for its day
give it a dose of happy pills,
add more blood to its vessels,
put more moisture to its skin
color it by all means
with the brightness of
twenty roses, red as red,
bright as the light of two
happy mornings,
give it its night too,
not as dark as that evil thought
gray perhaps, a little confusion will do,
but if you can, make that evening
romantic, a little teasing finger, lips that
search and find, longings satisfied,
if only illusions, then why not?
give it a drink it deserves,
vodka or tequila, make it dance,
a little tip for tipsy,
raise its hands, in surrender,
curl it in bed, and have it be filled
with love,
a meat cooked well and filled with
gravy,
a salad of fresh lettuce and tomatoes
garnished with Italy,
red wine, red cherry, satisfy the tongue
and the nose,
more fire in the body, rest the arms,
close those eyes,
live those dreams.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Do Not Be Cruel On This Day...
on the day of the hearts
why should you let that heart weep?
do not be cruel, give the heart what is
due for its day
give it a dose of happy pills,
add more blood to its vessels,
put more moisture to its skin
color it by all means
with the brightness of
twenty roses, red as red,
bright as the light of two
happy mornings,
give it its night too,
not as dark as that evil thought
gray perhaps, a little confusion will do,
but if you can, make that evening
romantic, a little teasing finger, lips that
search and find, longings satisfied,
if only illusions, then why not?
give it a drink it deserves,
vodka or tequila, make it dance,
a little tip for tipsy,
raise its hands, in surrender,
curl it in bed, and have it be filled
with love,
a meat cooked well and filled with
gravy,
a salad of fresh lettuce and tomatoes
garnished with Italy,
red wine, red cherry, satisfy the tongue
and the nose,
more fire in the body, rest the arms,
close those eyes,
live those dreams.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
My Beating Heart Is Cinched (Quatrain)
Your scent fills my nostrils
It reminds me of spring
Its new love in the air
And of all that it brings
Oh what an aroma
There's no other like it
'Tis one I can't avoid
I fall into a fit
Oh why I ask my self
Must we be torn in two
Why on Earth can't I stop
Thinking so much of you
Why did I let you in
Deep inside of my soul
Every since I did
My heart has turned to coal
A coal that is burning
One that can not be quenched
For it is in your hands
My beating heart is cinched
poem by Edwin Tanguma
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
My man he cried today...
My man he cried today…
He looked at me all filled with fear
For he knew not what he would hear
Because believe me now when I say
My man he cried today
His face it bled from the from the beauty of his soul
This crystal clear waterfall it poured out of control
So believe me now when I say
My man he cried today
This emotion to him felt wrong
As it was forbidden for so long
But believe me now when I say
My man he cried today
He covered himself with his hands so strong
And repeatedly told me by me he’ll never do wrong
Down to the ground he knelt on one knee
And hailed me like a queen for all to see
For believe me when I say
My man he cried today
This passion he felt burning
Was released like the glory of morning
The love he felt was strong indeed
And I knew a man like him surely a rare breed
And believe me now what I say
My man he cried today
So I knelt down besides him and let him take me all in
For from here on now our lives shall begin
My soul is his now
And to my king I bow
And again I say my man he cried today
Our love so pure
All it shall cure
My man he cried
Lips upon lips
Heart upon heart
My man he cried
So I looked up filled with glee
As this man cried with me
And when I tell you this, you must believe
This man I will never leave
And now you know why when I say my man and I we cried today!
Lerato Ladyfair Shuping
poem by Lerato Shuping
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
You And Everybody
Again you made friends, words
wanted to leave the paper blank
for the parched lips,
crying eyes,
trembling hands.
Missing stanzas,
flowing river,
rootless floats.
You did not feel like-
time filled you every minute,
you were empty, poor.
When you read the end
you understood beginning.
Will to die was not sufficient
you had not completed the script.
Alone in crowd you wanted words
to commit suicide.
Democracy was a funny name.
Everybody was sad, except the lead
who did not know where to go.
One day you found your voice
and were surprised
you were everybody
when you were hurt, you bled inside
and your blood then mixed with
the blood of everybody. Then everybody cried
and you became separated from you and did not say anything!
poem by Satish Verma
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!