Reality or Illusion
Thirst! Thirst!
Scorching thirst!
From head to groin
From hip to tip,
Fire rages.
My entrails shriek and crackle
As twigs in a forest fire
My nostrils flare
With the reeking smell of burnt flesh
My tongue and gullet
Melt like plastic on exposure to heat
Like a hornbill
I thirst for a dropp of water
Wow! Before me is poised a chalice
Full and to the brim
With scarlet, bubbling liquid
As elixir, suddenly lowered from Heaven!
Extending my hands to hold it
And drawing it close to my lips
Oh! How I missed it by a whisker!
By what magic
By what vanishing trick
From my chalice, the wine drained out
Leaving not even the lees
What terrible betrayal!
As its dry emptiness
Stared at me
Like a tree felled,
I collapsed to the ground
And faintly heard the liquid
Falling dropp by drop
Merging with the dark water of the drains
I felt myself gyrating
Into the churning cauldron below
Was it a dream or an illusion?
Reality or fantasy
Who can tell? ?
poem by Valsa George
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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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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
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An Absurd Proposal
Under the falling snow
let our privacy go!
Let the breathe go on mocking.....
You just dropp down our clothes in hurry!
Time is too short
to wait for the night with all it's shades!
Come on running to me with your long stride.
Here i'm with my legs spreading iternal
yes and with nothing to hide.
dropp down your secrets
dropp by drop
hot and burning thirst!
I
My nest will quench the thirst!
And the boobs are for you.
All the falling snow will translate our moments in a bright blue sky tomorrow
in the next two eyes
of the entire humanity.
Yet snow may fall
snow may fall......
poem by Monami Moyitro
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Remembering Thirst
it was when there was not water anymore
when i remember thirst
i hold the glass peering carefully if there is still any water left
there is none and so i go on and on the usual way that was
everything still contained in the vessel of my childhood
the ordinary wants still unsatisfied sleeping the whole night in thirst
even so thirsty in dreams until
finally forgetting thirst
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Piece of Mind...
oh! dry spill water my spell, thirst fill the
hill, dying but, not sipping in the mud, of
everybody’s mad
walk down the silent rope, the vintage line
comes to troops, marching toward and forward
the pieces of proof readied lying to dirt, to end,
to burnt with nothing to lost, now delay my flesh,
until I survive
leave me not, collapse thirst watering holes
dying for a little dropp to drink, full yet! emptied
grasping hands sake of a thirsting lips, a losing,
breathe of the sky await, stay clouds that tears
the eyes is falling to the ground
Its must be the curtain drops of tears, that open
the gate I always say I love goodbye, fulfill
working destiny and let no one regret your lasting
feet slaking throat, that raining days has to be
free
washing those silent feet of cleaning, the wet has
just leaves the sandstone to gain, sip ….
A poem dedicated to 2010 drought …..
poem by Antonio Liao
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My Water Fountain
I drank glasses of water,
I drank water from office coolers.
Many people drank from water fountains.
I thought my thirst I could slake,
If I drank water from a cool lake.
Then I would would drink cold water,
From gushing waterfalls.
But much to my surprise,
I thirsted for all of Earth's water.
I couldn't fathom my inner self,
About slaking my thirst insatiable.
I couldn't come to grips about,
The deep waters of my life.
Was it my body? Or was it my soul?
Then I very quickly learned,
That this thirst for water that was burning in me,
Was my unending thirst for love
That everybody yearns for.
And everybody needs.
In quantities of glasses, coolers, waterfalls,
Lakes, oceans and seas.
poem by Vera Sidhwa
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The Water Drop
The miraculous water drop
Falling from the sky,
The romantic rain dropp
Dancing proudly on
The lower lip of a maiden,
The Divine water drop
As an elixir to the thirsty throat;
The dainty dropp for a hungry stomach;
The charming dew drop,
Shining on the morning leaves;
The kind water drop
Flowing into the fields,
The friendly tear drop
To soothe the wounded heart;
The holy dropp that washes our sins;
The Master water dropp
At the moral to tune stable
To the ups and downs of life
And for selfless service
To the co-species on the earth;
And lo, the Wild water drop
To flood and drought us
At our absurd misuse!
poem by Sasikala Kamandula
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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
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Liquid Depression (3)
I'm no exception
I'm owned by the liquid depression
Most people don't know
When I played my part
I couldn't depart
Broken hearted
That's when I started
Down the wrong path
I headed and never dreaded
The liquid depression
That kept me sane in this game
I would drink Jack until
I couldn't remember my name
I know it may drive me insane
Before I'm through playing this game
The liquid depression is like a thirst quencher for my soul
You know the memories I have to control
Liquid depression is my only hope for peace within
I can't control the thirst in my soul or the sin
I know it's a game I just can't win
Remembering liquid depression while
Writing prose poems in free verse
Now give me a few minutes to rehearse
Before I come up with another verse
poem by Frankie Stamey
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Princess And The Black Horse-III(Dragons' Isle)
Blackberry soared high, high, h-i-g-h above the sky.
Through the clouds, they were passing though,
they didn't get the scorching heat of sun!
He tried tirelessly to flap his wings so,
they could not be scanned by their enemy below!
The princess fell fast asleep and slept all the way!
He spotted a silver brook, running pertly as lass,
along the sandy land, around the part of the bay.
He felt thirsty and wanted to quench his thirst.
He darted down and gave a gentle shake to her.
Princess rose from that happy-happy sleep and
asked, 'Have we reached the place crossing our bar? '
'No, no, princess, we have to go miles miles more,
quench your thirst, as we won't find on our path
no more water, you know dark night snatches away the
power of wand, we don't know if it will have its worth! '
Then the princess kept rosy feet on that very land.
With two soft hands she drank water, at her own sweet will.
Suddenly, she got appalled to see imprints of toes on sand.
She shrieked and said, 'Oh! Blackberry, 'and ran thru the hill.
Blackberry was there eating grass and drops of heaven's dew.
In search of him, she rushed frightened but couldn't see,
as he behind a Filigree Tree, taking meal didn't know,
that the shrilled cry, of the princess's could be!
poem by Nilakshi Das
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The Sonnet
PURE form, that like some chalice of old time
Contain'st the liquid of the poet's thought
Within thy curving hollow, gem-enwrought
With interwoven traceries of rhyme,
While o'er thy brim the bubbling fancies climb,
What thing am I, that undismayed have sought
To pour my verse with trembling hand untaught
Into a shape so small yet so sublime?
Because perfection haunts the hearts of men,
Because thy sacred chalice gathered up
The wine of Petrarch, Shakspere, Shelley -- then
Receive these tears of failure as they drop
(Sole vintage of my life), since I am fain
To pour them in a consecrated cup.
poem by Edith Wharton
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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.
Fire Drop
A fire drop....a fire drop
From the smoky sky dropped
The city is all taken up by fire
So much blood and many dead...
By the EVIL DESIRE
An anonymous dropp of fire...
Fire drops… so many fire drops
Dropping dead slow
From the source of that malicious glow
Fire drop… a reason of pain
The Fire dropp provoking all the deranged
Murders and helpless cries
Murderers and disgusting evil smiles
Bleeding to death in so little whiles
Red is all that is, in the river’s pile
Fire dropp look at what you did
You made the heaven on earth to ruins
Fire dropp you caused an un-necessary war
For human rights you are below par
Fire dropp you killed uncountable
You destructed uncountable
Fire drop! Who will pay for your misdeeds?
All that you did in your hideous greed?
Xainub Nasir
poem by Xainub Nasir
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Rose had a huge thirst one November.
A big thirst if I well it remember.
she did drink a whole pool,
And don`t call me a fool,
But this made her thirst feel even stronger.
quote by by Luis Estable
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Front Page Of The Purple Sage
Three days ago, the falling rain
Gave life to limb and root.
And now the sage bursts forth in song,
Enriched by liquid loot.
A flower for each dropp of rain;
Its beauty for the bow;
Glad earth's salute for thirst relieved,
For heaven's gentle flow.
Thus, front page of The Purple Sage,
With lavish editor,
Reports with blossoms the good news,
In headlines lavender.
poem by Dennis Lange
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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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Seeing that our thirst was increasing and the water was killing us, while the storm did not abate, we agreed to trust to God, Our Lord, and rather risk the perils of the sea than wait there for certain death from thirst.
quote by Alvar N. C. de Vaca
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A man a dropp drank of cold water
For he had a thirst and got hotter,
But I can`t this believe,
And I can`t it conceive;
He did pee a whole sea and turned madder.
quote by by Luis Estable
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The Human Being...
a thirst remains a thirst
a thirst for everything
a hunger for everyone
always dissatisfied...
wo/man
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Ch 05 On Love And Youth Story 16
I remember having in the days of my youth passed through a street, intending to see a moon-faced beauty. It was in Temuz, whose heat dried up the saliva in the mouth and whose simum boiled the marrow in my bones. My weak human nature being unable to endure the scorching sun, I took refuge in the shadow of a wall, wishing someone might relieve me from the summer heat and quench my fire with some water; and lo, all of a sudden, from the darkness of the porch of a house a light shone forth, namely a beauty, the grace of which the tongue of eloquence is unable to describe. She came out like the rising dawn after an obscure night or the water of immortality gushing from a dark cavern, carrying in her hand a bowl of snow-water, into which sugar had been poured and essence of roses mixed. I knew not whether she had perfumed it with rose-water or whether a few drops from her rosy face had fallen into it. In short, I took the beverage from her beautiful hands, drank it and began to live again.
The thirst of my heart cannot be quenched
By sipping limpid water even if I drink oceans of it.
Blessed is the man of happy destiny whose eye
Alights every morning on such a countenance.
One drunk of wine awakens at midnight,
One drunk of the cupbearer on the morn of resurrection.