Thirst
Water may be the solace to the throat
But can it lessen or quench my thirst
For what I am searching for,
Tramping across the shallow shore?
Having determined, confident as well,
I gently walked treading on the shell,
Being astray to get from this cosmos
Whatever that'l satiate me more not less.
(October; 2011)
poem by Rafeeque C.K
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The Place
I’ve been searching a place,
The place for my face
Where it seeks solace…
I love the way,
You graze my face
With the stubble of your chin
On unshaven days...
The contours of my lips
Tracing your throat
Those steady warm breaths
Caressing my face…
Yet I keep going down
To seek another place
And find more respite
In your loving embrace
So while you lie down
I nest on your chest
Sucking in peace…
I take some rest
Yet the lover in me
Remains unsatiated…
So I go further down
On a voyage of discovery
To find the ideal place –
A place for my face.
Lo and Behold!
I find it at last…
No – it was not to be
Your chin, your throat,
Nor your chest…
Yet, I find a home
For my face…
A nice, new haven
Soft and mushy,
Warm and slushy…
Searching and seeking,
I quench my thirst
Sipping you gently,
I satiate myself
And lying down there,
With the feel of your skin,
The touch of your bristles,
The smell of your sweat…
I snuggle off to sleep,
Comforted and cosy
In your heavenly place…
Indeed – It is a lovable place
To be deemed fit as:
The Place for my Face.
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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My Desire Remains Unfulfilled
Waves
Are never satisfied
They come
In leaps and bounds
With full enthusiasm
Meet the shore
Surrender in
Totality
Consumed
By the shore
They calm down
Like a
Woman does
After meeting her
Beloved
Her desires fulfilled
Only to return
With more vigour
As if to say
I shall keep coming
Again and again
Till you do not quench
My thirst for love
And
My desire remains
Unfulfilled
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poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Thirst
My spirit wails for water, water now!
My tongue is aching dry, my throat is hot
For water, fresh rain shaken from a bough,
Or dawn dews heavy in some leafy spot.
My hungry body's burning for a swim
In sunlit water where the air is cool,
As in Trout Valley where upon a limb
The golden finch sings sweetly to the pool.
Oh water, water, when the night is done,
When day steals gray-white through the windowpane,
Clear silver water when I wake, alone,
All impotent of parts, of fevered brain;
Pure water from a forest fountain first,
To wash me, cleanse me, and to quench my thirst!
poem by Claude McKay
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Godly thirst....
there is this
thirst in me, not in the tongue
the mouth denies it
there is this thirst
that water or wine or
juice
cannot quench
it is a thirst that forever
stays
a dropp of rain
a dew from a leaf
a word from my Creator
shall satisfy it.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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As The Day Was Passing
The waves lapped gently to the shore
as a flotilla of sailboats rested
in corridors on the water
with their white sails stained crimson
by the setting sun
an evocative silence cloaked each and every one
as they nudged against their mooring
to each gentle wave that passed by.
A tourniquet of lovers
stood watching by the shore
as the day was passing
to be with us no more.
13 October 2009
poem by David Harris
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Treading Water
The tired tiger made his way
Until he found the stream,
The sight of it had made his day,
It truly was supreme...
His whiskers twitched at newborn scents
That stirred within the mud
And yet he felt the recompense
As water cooled his blood...
This is the life! No doubt at all,
Just walking here and there
And further on, the waterfall,
A sight beyond compare...
Just treading water, nothing more,
Content to rest therein,
With oozing mud between each claw,
Enough to make him grin...
The tired tiger gently breathed,
His heartbeat calmed as well,
His shoulder muscles now relieved
As Nature cast its spell...
God makes the sunshine then the rain,
Then streams upon the land,
So tired tigers can't complain
When times like these are planned...
Denis Martindale, copyright, December 2011.
The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Treading Water'.
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A cracked ground
By Ombuge Moses
Mama!
You sleep on a crack ground
Empty is the stomach
Hot is the sun
Nothing to quench the crack
The thirst is killing
Cracked is my throat
Helplessly you lay
You sleep on a crack ground
Baba!
Your cry is echoing
My ears cannot stop
My tears cool my cheeks
My face is running dry
You sleep in a crack ground
Forever never to see you again
Mama has followed you
Death has come
It’s so helpless
Who to run to
They promised food
They brought food
They promised water
They brought water
We need food
We need water
We are dying of hunger, of thirst
Who will take care of me the orphan?
Will I die before the next food come?
Will I die before the next water come?
Will I die like Baba?
Will I lay helpless to death like Mama?
Heavenly GOD
Your mercy
I cry indeed
In need
Not In want
When they saw us dying
They brought canned food
When they saw us dying
They brought bottled water
This is a customary issue, problem
Death of hunger
Thirst to death
The solution is death, for me
For you, solution- canned food, bottled water
We need a source
Give us a water source
To plant the seed
To eat from our labor
Weeding, Oh! How is it done?
Irrigating the plant
Nurturing the crop
To live to see a generation
A healthy life
An ordinary way to live
To this
Mama!
You sleep on a cracked ground
Baba!
You sleep in a cracked ground
Dead, you are gone
I your son,
Tonight, I sleep on a cracked ground
If I see tomorrow, I will bury you Mama
I will water your grave Baba
If they give me a water source
Bottled one, I will quench
The thirst that killed you Mama
Use the source to irrigate
Plant a seed, to grow food
A generation
A future
A healthy mind
Never to sleep
On,
In,
A cracked ground
God, to guide
A Kenyan, for a generation
poem by Ombuge M Moses
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A Certain Negligible Concept
Certainly attainable
Once masked off
The root of the heart
Might explain
Different directions
Different situations
Taken hoofed discourses
Even if they seem unleashed
Sun staring eyes
Oasis heart
Or a dropp of water
Lacking the throat
Some thirst to quench
Yes they do
Certainly know what I mean
These get a core importance
Once the desert ways are paved
By unspeakable hunger for some sense
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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A Little Disturbed
at 2: 01 in the morning
you switch on the light
a little bit dim
not to hurt your eyes
and you get out of bed
naked
you open the door
towards the kitchen
and get a glass of water
you drink
you want to satisfy thirst
wetting your tongue
and gargling the coldness
swallowing it gently
feeling this creeping
coldness to your
throat down
to your abdomen
something is burning
inside
and the water is
not killing it
you sit and think
a while and stare
at the light
there is nothing there
except the glare
now you wonder
sleep is still nowhere
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Cool Tubrid Water
The day is warm and dust fly in the breeze
And a forecast high of 35 degrees
And to quench my thirst I would need a cold beer
For no water like cool Tubrid water here.
Near Daylesford there's a spring well I recall
And I drank some water from it in the Fall
Of that clear spring I now could drink my fill
And Tubrid water even better still.
The skylark comes to Tubrid's bubbling spring
To bathe and drink and then fly off to sing
And o'er the bogland in the morning sky
You hear him pipe his heartfelt notes of joy.
I often called to Tubrid seldom though in May
And not to kneel at the grotto to pray
But to drink the water cool and crystal clear
A drink far better for your health than beer.
The water from the tap don't taste so nice
Though it feels cooler with a cube of ice
I have drank far better near Daylesford last Fall
Though Tubrid water still the best of all.
The day is warm and dust fly in the breeze
And a forecast high of 35 degrees
And to quench my thirst I would need a cold beer
For no water like cool Tubrid water here.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Friendship U Can Keep (me)
The energy from the fire you have lit
Is so immense and so full of heat
Water could not quench.
I am losing my mind
Tying to satisfy
This hunger
I have for you
Will the thirst never end
As the pain worsens
More and more
Feeling this rage is so incredible
But it's getting too hard, to resist.
As all I want is to let go
And you to feel
Deep inside,
All of this passion
Which is growing stronger
And stronger
You are
my victim
My throat is so dry
So satisfy me
poem by George Albot
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I am thirsty
The fish says
I am thirsty
I live in water
there is water and water
but not a dropp of ocean water
can quench my thirst
because it is salty
So I search for mild water
which is rare in ocean
for which I have to enter
into the heart of ocean
Mildness always sprouts from the heart.
poem by Ramesh Rai
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One For The Road
The tiger's throat was mighty dry
As he walked to the stream,
With water there in sweet supply,
The answer to his dream...
His thirst would soon be at an end,
This time he would survive,
With water as his lifelong friend
To help him stay alive...
The tiger stooped to take a sip,
The water tasted good
Upon the tongue, upon the lip,
Just like he knew it would...
And all the once, the tiger smiled,
For life was going well
And thus enchanted and beguiled,
He chose to stay a spell...
He waded further on then swam,
With water on all sides,
As if he were a playful lamb,
Supported as he glides...
Such wistful times offset the worst,
A lifetime of regrets...
Beyond his great initial thirst
The tiger soon forgets...
Denis Martindale, copyright, May 2012.
The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'One For The Road'.
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poem by Denis Martindale
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Inconvenient To Reach
Here is another method to use...
For those determined to quench their thirst,
For misdeed and discreet desceptions.
Someone's influence does not have to be stopped.
Or obviously blocked.
Just make that 'suspected' degree of attention getting,
Inconvenient to reach.
Be deceiving.
That for many comes easy.
And...
If I've said anything to you that has been offensive.
I am sure you'll get over it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Distant water won't quench your immediate thirst.
Water that has been begged for does not quench the thirst.
Pain Giving Water
My heart aches from an Attack
of loneliness
brought forth by a pain giving water
water I drank willingly in hopes it would quench my thirst
Oh how I was fooled by that short moment of relief
Cool and refreshing, moist and Satisfying
Then it was over
Leaving me thirsty once more with no water to drink
I kept asking for more of the water I drank but there was none left
I pleaded, I begged, I sobbed, and I moaned but still no water
Now left dehydrated I press on in search of new water But
hurt so much I wonder how Much Longer
I can go on
Were is my water?
poem by Christopher Powers
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Within The Midst Of Your Wishes
Have I not come,
To be the first...
That becomes the last,
To quench your thirst...
Only you can identify as needed.
Have I not satisfied your urge,
To discontinue searching...
For what has been desired?
Have I not sparked that everlasting fire,
Sitting within the midst of your wishes.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If the well is distant, its water does not quench the thirst of the pilgrim.
Blood
Blood is thicker than water it cannot quench the thirst.
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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