Related quotes: do not look for the...

Do Not Look For The Form

do not look for the form
or the shape of your longing

there are no forms
but only hunger and thirst

parched lips looking for the source of the water
empty hands looking for the the sand
to slip through the fingers

questions that look for the answers
flowing water looking for its place to rest

steady ponds
bright lights of the moon
and the shadow
watching the stars

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Related quotes

Water

water for water is water, thirst made me dried
eyes tears flow water, leaves skin broken
need water, cure my pain smooth my rough
surface makes it clean

pure and perfect water made so bright, all the
day expose heat dried my sweat, in my face
and lips tears seen in the eyes

all day long I seat in my brow, waiting the sun
down to lead me low, hunger and thirst open
my throat, water spelled drops like a dew

wash my warm body as you can see, the limps
legs and the hands would be easy, where ever
in my body, the water comes refreshing to me

slowly, slowly, fell the cool water beneath
my delicate skin, in my buttock where you have
to stay, hold on, I sit you in my dream, my living
water makes me the same

oh! water, please always watered me in each
new day and fell the real me

poem by Antonio Liao
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

A Windless Night

a windless night
the one without stars
without the moon
the hovering silence
trees unmoved
no shadows
no self
just this just this
undefined yet
escaping
like sand dripping
like water dropping
like light fading
like darkness setting
like the sound of waves
endless
like the horizon
boundless
like feelings
unfathomed
like God
mysterious
all these
make my life move
more of the questions
rather than the answers
slip drip drip slip
slide slash slush
whoosh
non stop

be-ing

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Water

Water, water, water everywher!
Water has no enemies but,
How many of us do have water?
The earth consists of 70% of water and,
Mankind is still thirsty of water;
Ladies and Gentlemen,
How many of us do have enough water?
The rightousness of mankind is still negative,
Many are those who control this water!
On this earth are many without water,
On this earth too are many in darkeness,
How sad it is to see many dying of thirst;
Water has no enemy at all but, mankind has! !
The problem lies in our own hands and,
I do rest my case.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

The frogs [Broaştele]

Up in my poplar moon lays down its nest,
And like a raven night begins to fly.
Its wings throw stars, but these don't get to rest,
They're sipped by frogs, which by the ponds do lie.

Because the frogs engulf such bits of night,
Then in the ponds they dive for having fun,
Stirring the water with their bellies white
In which so many stars melt one by one.

poem by Al. O. Teodoreanu, translated by Octavian Cocoş
Submitted by anonym
Vote! | Copy!

Living Water

For all men who hunger and thirst, let Jesus, in your life be first,
He will from a fountain higher, come fill our heart’s every desire.
The Lord will cause living water, to flow from within you forever,
When you truly come to know, Jesus Christ, eternal waters flow.
Through the Holy Spirit my friend, His living water will never end.

In everyone who Christ redeems, from inside flow living streams,
When you thirst for righteousness, Christ will fill your emptiness.
Not with a trickle or just a drop, but with streams that won’t stop.
All who thirst, Christ has willed, from His fountain shall be filled.
Filled through The Spirit above, sent to men through God’s love.

The well which feeds the spring, is regulated by the Eternal King,
And the well will never run dry, for its source is The Lord on High.
Rivers of water shall fill the life, of all who come to Jesus Christ.
They’ll hunger and thirst no more, when they know Christ as Lord.
God fills all our remaining days, with ever flowing joy and praise.

Being His example to all around, as the Love of Christ abounds,
A love from Christ that has its start, in every truly believing heart.
It comes only as you believe, and the Spirit of Truth you receive,
This living water He gives you, Christ wants to give to others too,
Using the living water of your life, to draw others to Jesus Christ.

poem by Bob Gotti
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

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
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!

song performed by by George Strait
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!

A Shower

Water flowing down his black-haired head like the Greeks'
Streaming past his dark eyebrows and his deep eyes
Down his sharp nose and past his smooth cheeks
Dripping down his lush lips, past the mouth's rise

Water flowing down his strong jaws and steady chin
Streaming past his thick neck into the collar bones it trips
Down his biceps and sculptured arms that cause a din
Dripping down his hands and delicate fingertips

Water flowing down his broad shoulders
Streaming past his chest and slender warm back
Down his muscled stomach and thighs, hard as boulders
Dripping down his knees to his calves, which can bare a whack

Water flowing down his ankles to his firm feet
Creating a pool of pure liquid on the ground
Down his hard body, the water so sweet
The liquid dripping around him, so profound!

poem by Monalno Kim
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Lines Of My Hands

are we really meant for each other?
let the lines of our hands grow mouths
let them speak about a reunion of hearts
do i see you once again holding hands
with your shadow? or was it me wrapping
my hands with water? or blinding my eyes
with what fairies use in their flights?
the stars of the zodiac, what are they
really talking about? about us? two lips
fusing a rose? promises grasping for
protocols? the jalousies are like tongues
begging for words, and the floors are
empty arms thirsting for an embrace.
the lines of my hands are ants drawing
a destiny. I look at all these, and where
they must all lead me. One furrows for
death, the other delineates for life.
I cup the water of life, and drink.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Waking Up At 3: 19 A.m.

hungry and thirsty
i am awakened
i switch on the light
and look at my watch
it is 3: 19 a.m and i
am feeling the
unholiness of the hour

hungry and thirsty
i look for food and water

for how long shall i conceal
the truth of my hunger and thirst?

it is not the water and the
sandwich
it is my soul
hungry and thirsty for
God

deep within i am moving
away
like a ship in the middle
of a storm
yet not wanting an anchor
not wanting an island
even a shadow
of the shore

for when will this hunger
and thirst stop
i do not not really know
perhaps
God shall soon
tell me

again about Job.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

The river

You
Sang alone
Alone by the autumn willow
With the face in the shadow made of water drop
I was flowing

You
Sang alone
Alone by the banks meeting in eternity
With sounds silent on your lips
I was flowing

I loved your song
And your face in the shadow made of water drop
And the sounds silent on your lips
This is why I was flowing

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

A Moment Of Happiness

A moment of happiness,
you and I sitting on the verandah,
apparently two, but one in soul, you and I.
We feel the flowing water of life here,
you and I, with the garden's beauty
and the birds singing.
The stars will be watching us,
and we will show them
what it is to be a thin crescent moon.
You and I unselfed, will be together,
indifferent to idle speculation, you and I.
The parrots of heaven will be cracking sugar
as we laugh together, you and I.
In one form upon this earth,
and in another form in a timeless sweet land.

poem by Rumi
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

The Sacrifice

i've seen you
thirst

i feel what
thirst is

you look for
water

or whatever
that satisfies

the dreams of
your lips& tongue

i thirst for
thirst itself

but i do not
look for water

or even if there
is this pool

i still do not
wish to drink anything

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

The River

In my first sleep
I came to the river
And looked down
Through the clear water -
Only in dream
Water so pure,
Laced and undulant
Lines of flow
On its rocky bed
Water of life
Streaming for ever.

A house was there
Beside the river
And I, arrived,
An expected guest
About to explore
Old gardens and libraries -
But the car was waiting
To drive me away.

One last look
Into that bright stream -
Trout there were
And clear on the bottom
Monster form
Of the great crayfish
That crawls to the moon.
On its rocky bed
Living water
In whorls and ripples
Flowing unbended.

There was the car
To drive me away.
We crossed the river
Of living water -
I might not stay,
But must return
By the road too short
To the waiting day.

In my second dream
Pure I was and free
By the rapid stream,
My crystal house the sky,
The pure crystalline sky.

Into the stream I flung
A bottle of clear glass
That twirled and tossed and spun
In the water's race
Flashing the morning sun.

Down that swift river
I saw it borne away,
My empty crystal form,
Exultant saw it caught
Into the current's spin,
The flashing water's run.

poem by Kathleen Jessie Raine
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

A Temple Is Not A Temple Of Selfishness

this is my body
this is my temple
this is where my spirit lives
in flesh and bones

this is my face
this is my skin
these are my feelings
these are my hopes and aspirations

now touch me
now let your fingers run over my skin
let me feel you too
like i am no longer an island
a body of water
a river a sea where boats always sail away from me
where birds just pass and fly by
destined for another place to another shore to another bush

this is my body this is desire this is hunger and thirst and longing
feed me with your body
satisfy my thirst
fill my longings with your longings too

let your river chain my body
let your sea fill my land let your skies be above to wrap me
to shelter me to fill me also with more stars and moons and suns

let me not be all alone like a space without anything without a flicker
let me become a universe glowing and hushing and lushing with life

this is my body this is your body too
let us breathe let us touch let us push through

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Why? (How Can We Understand Why?)

looking at what inspired
the man
is not that really good and smooth
and flowing

there are rough edges of wood
imbalanced perspectives
some parts are not really in place
there are places that sow
the seeds of envy
and lay the grounds for
death

somehow you are put there
(without your permission) and you
wonder for a while

why?

there are no answers
there are echoes of the mountains that do not know you
the clouds are less interested
and the sea as usual is noisy

why?

you mend some broken hearts
yours is not
you walk away looking for something undefined
you pick up stars that evade your gaze
you follow rivers
looking for the outlet to the sea

why?

you concoct answers you
lay on the grass rest your body
and put your hands on your forehead
it is nighttime

there is no one here
and you are longing for something undefined

and it is always, same,
same, same, query

why?

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

The Days

Issuing from the Word
The seven days came,
Each in its own place,
Its own name.
And the first long days
A hard and rocky spring,
Inhuman burgeoning,
And nothing there for claw or hand,
Vast loneliness ere loneliness began,
Where the blank seasons in their journeying
Saw water at play with water and sand with sand.
The waters stirred
And from the doors were cast
Wild lights and shadows on the formless face
Of the flood of chaos, vast
Lengthening and dwindling image of earth and heaven.
The forest's green shadow
Softly over the water driven,
As if the earth's green wonder, endless meadow
Floated and sank within its own green light.
In water and night
Sudden appeared the lion's violent head,
Raging and burning in its watery cave.
The stallion's tread
Soundless fell on the flood, and the animals poured
Onward, flowing across the flowing wave.
Then on the waters fell
The shadow of man, and earth and the heavens scrawled
With names, as if each pebble and leaf would tell
The tale untellable. And the Lord called
The seventh day forth and the glory of the Lord.

And now we see in the sun
The mountains standing clear in the third day
(Where they shall always stay)
And thence a river run,
Threading, clear cord of water, all to all:
The wooded hill and the cattle in the meadow,
The tall wave breaking on the high sea-wall,
The people at evening walking,
The crescent shadow
Of the light built bridge, the hunter stalking
The flying quarry, each in a different morning,
The fish in the billow's heart, the man with the net,
The hungry swords crossed in the cross of warning,
The lion set
High on the banner, leaping into the sky,
The seasons playing
Their game of sun and moon and east and west,
The animal watching man and bird go by,
The women praying
For the passing of this fragmentary day
Into the day where all are gathered together,
Things and their names, in the storm's and the lightning's nest,
The seventh great day and the clear eternal weather.

poem by Edwin Muir
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Lasso The Moon

She carries the water from the well in the morning
While the sand burns her feet the sun only stares
And the loneliness lingers with slow grasping fingers
As the afternoon withers the flowers in her hair
Then night fills the sky as she sits on the hillside
And memories drift by like clouds past the stars
Recalling romances and all the bright chances
But none of them lasted. they passed through her heart
And she says -
Where is a man who can build a good fire
With a passion as wide as the sky at high noon
A man whose hand is strong as his longing
Where is the man who can lasso the moon
She falls asleep and her dreams are her blanket
And she shares with the moon the secret she knows
As the dawn leaves its tears to wash the dry valley
The tears of a woman can wash a mans soul
And she says -
Where is a man who can build a good fire
With a passion as wide as the sky at high noon
A man whose hand is strong as his longing
Where is the man who can lasso the moon
And she says -
Where is a man who can build a good fire
With a passion as wide as the sky at high noon
A man whose hand is strong as his longing
Where is the man who can lasso the moon
And I say -
I am a man who can build a good fire
And my passions as wide as the sky at high noon
Come take my hand, its as strong as your longing
Just say the word and Ill lasso the moon

song performed by by Level 42
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!

Get Used To All These Somehow

get used to all these somehow
these that i cannot understand
always the questions in my mind
like open mouths
longing for a kiss
empty and cold,
there are answers to choose
got nothing
i move in an open field
gasping for air
like a fish on the floor
shattered glasses and water
seeping on the
wooden floor

too dry for me but I'll get used to
all these
tomorrow the usual sun shines
if you ask me
i have no answers i will pretend
that this is the usual day
nothing extraordinary

like the passing of the wind
i shall not be carried away
but i have to rearrange my hair
gets crumpled
and i do not really like it

being seen by you and you ask
if it's me

i am. it was me.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

En.Citatepedia^®.ro

Do Not Look For The Form

Related quotes

Water

A Windless Night

Water

The frogs [Broaştele]

Living Water

A cracked ground

Stars On The Water

Stars On The Water

A Shower

Lines Of My Hands

Waking Up At 3: 19 A.m.

The river

A Moment Of Happiness

The Sacrifice

The River

A Temple Is Not A Temple Of Selfishness

Why? (How Can We Understand Why?)

The Days

Lasso The Moon

Get Used To All These Somehow

En.Citatepedia®.ro

Do Not Look For The Form

Related quotes

Water

A Windless Night

Water

The frogs [Broaştele]

Living Water

A cracked ground

Stars On The Water

Stars On The Water

A Shower

Lines Of My Hands

Waking Up At 3: 19 A.m.

The river

A Moment Of Happiness

The Sacrifice

The River

A Temple Is Not A Temple Of Selfishness

Why? (How Can We Understand Why?)

The Days

Lasso The Moon

Get Used To All These Somehow

En.Citatepedia^®.ro