The sky, the rain, the you, the me, the thees, the sea, the peas, the trees, thee up's, thee downs, the tears, the sounds, the time, the race, the space, the things, the springs, the steam, the theame, the great, the drop, the winge, the cry, the river, the up the stream, the down the round the wheel, into the tank the float the flood the poodle the pool, the pint the pitcher and the fool, the wiskey, the mind the breath, the stink, the the, the rain again, today, tomrrrow, tonight, forever, the water is from the place where we are born.
Smxkey (Unverified), 31/08/07
Fresh water flows from your eyes to your toes, in the midnight rain, your pain from the stains in which the way the water knows.
In the ice packed frost of the morning glow you feel your eyes stick together, with the cold of the water from from the night before
In the flood of the day you relise that is place is not here to stay, it was the wave which took you under from the thunder of the water you lay under, looking back at yourself, dead on the beach, it was the water!
Smxkey (Unverified), 31/08/07
Its heavy you know,
Spills when yon stagger to and fro,
Need it when you sow,
Ruins the blade when you mow
And do ya know,
It will make snow
Which makes your cheeks glow
And you get a cold in the toe.
jaf (Unverified), 31/08/07
For some a favourite clue
To me is tainted water
And one I love to boo!
crossworder (Unverified), 31/08/07
Dead in the Water. 1895
Kneeling on the bank
I gaze down into the still, brown water
Pale daylight is reflected there
and dark against it, a featureless shape
that could almost be a body
floating just below the surface...
I am seized by the urge to turn round
as if something is hovering right behind
But there is nothing there
only me and the water
Did he kneel down the same way
on the canal's bare bank
and was there someone there
looking over his shoulder?
Or did he simply lose his balance
and staggering, pitch forward
the quick splash muffled by the night breeze
sinking straight down like a stone
to the deep-dredged bottom
only to rise again and float
unnoticed and unremarked
just below the surface
I trail my fingers lightly through the water
They make small waves that cause
the dark outline to tremble and shudder
If I could only reach down, grab his collar
and with super - human strength
haul the lifeless weight up on to the towpath
cradle his head and pat his cheek
Make him understand
that some day I would be born,
to relive this desperate hour again
and helplessly, would care.
For we were born of the same mould
A family tree, its branches spread
both before and after us
All the triumphs and the tragedies
shared again by those who come upon them.
Like that thin ribbon of water once so essential
in fact, the very life's blood of the working town
now buried and useless beneath the concrete
the busy heels and heedless wheels
he too lies beneath the earth
lost, almost forgotten, the spot unmarked.
save in the dusty registers of the Parish church
If he could have seen into the Future
how an unknown soul, a stranger to him, like me
would one day feel the need to mourn
a just-discovered mystery
If he had known I would be born
might that night have ended differently.....
gr.gr.niece (DI User), 31/08/07
I can't get to sleep, the dripping continues no end in sight.
Hoping to get a good night's sleep instead I hear dripping all through the night.
I finally get to sleep but no simple dream for me.
Instead it's slip sliding in my watery fantasy.
So for me it's bleary eyed and my tiredness doesn't slip
All because that infernal drip drip drip
Angela Cooper (Unverified), 30/08/07
I used to see her
The allotments next to the swollen river
suffer from too much water,
summerís promised nectar that leached
lazily through tangled roots,
rose beyond the threshold
to submerge her budding efforts
like a distant monsoon.
I see them while Iím cycling
the quiet road home,
their green limbs waving
in sluggish desperation.
The river seeps into my shoes.
The next day I buy wellingtons
with a black flower motif,
even though I know
itís too late, but I hadnít realised
how fitting they were.
When the waters recede
the rotten stench of
things that no longer grow clings
to the road, to the rusty railings,
to my imagination.
I used to see her
bent in the rain, digging,
pulling weeds with old precision
in the empty space where
the rain sheets down. Now
there are ill-defined footprints in
glutinous mud and the perfect stillness
of spades and hoes waiting
behind open shed doors
to begin again.
LND (Unverified), 30/08/07
I like to bathe my feet in the water
Slip quietly under without all the drama
Losing my skin, returning to the springs
Gaining a family in all living things
I like to bathe my feet in the water
erm (Unverified), 30/08/07
I woz chillin @ work & dint know wot 2 do
Woz well bored and started feelin a little blu
So I went on da net & had a look around
Saw dis competition & waned 2 submit my sound
Itz suppose 2 be bout water so Iíll give it a go
2 be honest tho my mindz tinkin a little slow
Not sure wot dey wanna hear bout dis theme
2 me it seemz like 1 of em thought it up in a dream
Water 2 me tho is a little strange
Some folks have loadz & want dat 2 change
They suffered 4rm it cos they had 2 much
Then everythin in their homes it did touch
On da other hand tho some folks have less
Dis also turns their lives into a mess
So u see dis whole thing bout water is a little tricky
U either have it or you donít either way da situation is sticky
So let me close dis beat by sayin a little prayer
Oh lord plz share water with folks in a way dat is fair
nadz (DI User), 29/08/07
I've got a frightful pain in my shoulder
Is this a sign I'm growing older
or writing too much poetry
I'm trying to win a prize you see
The subject is water; the prize champagne
so I think it's really worth the pain
All the others are in the bin
Here's the one I must send in:
'Water can be nice to drink
but give me champagne, white or pink.
Though floods of water make us sad
champagne floods wouldn't be so bad!'
anon (DI User), 29/08/07
The waves do curl and crash
The Sea she murmurs in her sleep,
Her foaming froth her white lace gown,
Her groom she never meets.
Sometimes she cries in anguish bare,
Or weeps her wedding band to wear,
Alone, mysterious, in flowing tide,
Reflects the shining moon at night.
And to such a wide expanse unknown
To watery graves so many go.
Beware her evil salt-sting bite
To purge out thine eyes with all her might.
But when this anger washed away
By falling rains, her grief now may
No longer curl and crash aloud,
she waits in perfect stillness now.
And though her groom she ne'er will meet,
Waiting calmly passed eternity,
She murmurs softly in her sleep.
Anonymouse (Unverified), 29/08/07
Lapping waves soothe my soul
I breath in and out as go the waves
I can smell the salty air
Its mysterious and alluring
The sea has its soul
Life is abundant down there
Within its depths
I want to lose myself forever here
Can I stay
I want to disappear
Amid those waves
vessyb (DI User), 27/08/07
Water is what, I made up of
so proud, so clean
I, am therefore, in every living thing
I lived in water, acted like fish
at the very start, from mother, I nourish
So mothers are water and daddies are earth
creation is magic, so easy to make
My life never ends, I only transform
dancing between creatures, all on my own
I am in water, and water is in me
if you have any doubt, breathe in some air, as you walk by the sea
Persian Poet (Unverified), 27/08/07
Moonshine on rivers tops
teases rain on water drops
cooling thirsty heated crops
of people who bear the strain
of dying children, thirsty pain
no longer trudging miles to gain
the wealth of pure & sweetly clean
transparant pools that gently gleam
inspiration, life, a fulfilled dream
to hold each body on its journey done
many saved from daylight's vehement sun
Maria (Unverified), 27/08/07
A new beginning / Field of water
We arrive at the house with optimism,
All eager and excited at the move.
It's been a busy few weeks living here and there,
And we're pleased to be planting our roots.
Driving towards our new home, there's something not quite right.
A policeman standing tall, directing the traffic.
We pull over and ask, "Can we access our house?"
He replies, "Yes, for now, but keep an eye on the water."
Parking the car and all seems well,
But for an eerie quiet, like the eye of a storm.
Entering the house, I climb the stairs to my room
And look out of the window to see it gush past.
Deep and fast, the awesome power of the river.
Yet despite this torrent, the goalposts proudly resist the flow.
No football can be played today on this field of water,
Today, tomorrow, the day after... who except for our Creator really knows when the deluge will stop?
Don Don (DI User), 25/08/07
it doesn't stop but will end as fast as it began
Sorry to Dredge This Up (charge of the water tight)
We need to be shorter of water if you won't do what you oughtta
You expect us to save you, then what do you do?
Try to drown us in our own homes, beach our bones.
Water be good, you never do what you should
You p*ss a monsoon in June, when we wanted sun and moon,
Shanghai July, will you ever say goodbye?
For it's hard to find the high land on Osney Island.
Land Ahoy! Uh-oh, false alarm, a lifebuoy...
Water get it right, we'll let you rain each night,
But when it's light, it's the turn of bright.
The sun is sick of keeping his hat on.
The sun wants to put some self-screen (and Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go) on.
So stop putting the ark into architecture
Gimme a break from paddling my furniture.
Rivers are for boats, fields are for goats
Houses are for people, the end of this line is quite feeble...
But you get the picture while I fetch the pitcher
Fill it from the bowser, 'cos I'm worried about the sewer.
Now I don't want to water you down, diminish your vitalness to my town,
But remind me again why I'm saving you when I'm 70% water, and this world is too.
Convection rainfall ensures you're re-cycled, sewage plants that you're re-cycled
Frankly I think you're weir-ed and wonder why you're metered.
The Poet Laura-eate (DI User), 22/08/07
Stream of Thoughts
Wrapped in the warm blanket of the night, I wake
my brain still empty and barren as a desert
Raindrops spatter against the window pane
with a sound like breaking glass
Thoughts begin to flood my mind
like corks that pop to the surface
from the bottom of a deep ocean
I think of the ocean
from which all Life emerged
first swimming, sliding, then striding
across the vast dry land.
Nothing could halt this progress
or force Man's regression
back into that watery womb
For no planets ever drown
though burnt by the sun and parched
they die of thirst, like the planet Mars
,,,.I think of the sun, sending out
long fingers of light
searching for a way to reach within
sending all my dark shadows to flight
I face the new day, certain in my mind
of a new disturbing Truth
That water can be the most terrible
and yet the most precious, thing on Earth
P.R (DI User), 22/08/07
A Shallow Harbour
A commander who has never come to anchor
Softly murmurs in a poetic way:
A shallow harbour! Ö
Indeed, the shallow sea
Is engraving itself on the people's hearts of the island.
How does he know
And exclaim casually
That it is merely a shallow harbour?
Whose national mourning is it?
He lets loose the standard
To measure and position the totem of the other shore.
Whose homesickness does he intend to take over?
Greed encroaches upon peace.
Realities wreck love.
Arbitrary distortions of history stirs up ripples.
Land plates still push against each other.
The Kuroshio billows still wail.
The requiem of ten million years ago
Has become the stowaways' calm boat song.
It still rains softly.
I have been used to
Bearing with my somber life.
The shallow harbour
Skirts the turbid coastline.
My boat sails in biting winds slowly with guilt.
Harry Wu (DI User), 22/08/07
By the Lake
By the lake I sit and view
The placid inky depths
Where we once sailed our boat
to flee from static land
To sail upon a rocking cage
That would send us half to sleep
Yet in the storms, the water
To batter and buffet us
To wake us from our land-locked slumber
To make us work at sea
To challenge us in a changing place
To be the best that we can be
To shift from port to starboard
Left, right, forward and back
To mind our heads from the sail boom
Unless we liked being on a rack
To learn the craft of seamanship
To know which star to follow
From taking a hand on the rudder
To sailing over the lake like a swallow
Simon R 21/08/07 (Unverified), 21/08/07
A Simple Puddle
Gazing into the puddle,
She is reminded of nature
And the beauty from simple things
and simple movement like a ripples in water.
The pain of her unrequited love
Still aches and disillusions her,
But as the sun comes out,
And the water dries up,
She breathes in deeply
As in her first breath.
It is refreshing, a new life beckons.
Pappers (Unverified), 21/08/07
Water (long) Haiku
Water can mean life
And can hold in its sway, death
More precious than gold
Thoughtlessly wasted away
You'll care when its gone
Cb (Unverified), 21/08/07
Fishes are swimming away
Flood covers the flowers
I roam the world
Rain falls on my hair
Tears fill my eyes
I don't believe in the world
There is a rainbow in the sky
Like a drawn, like a basin
If rain can substitute my tears
If happiness can substitute my sadness
I desire a new world
Flowers are in bloom again
Bees hovering and gathering honey
With the hope in my heart
I see the new world in my head
Aileen (Unverified), 21/08/07
Tear of water
The source of life,
Like a mother who feeds her children.
She uses her blood to moisten the land.
Her tears flow down her cheeks to help everything grow better.
She uses her life to take care of everything that she loves.
But, one day
Her children wonít know her love.
They will throw rubbish onto her body.
Her tears just flow silently,
she canít stop crying.
The floods are coming.
And continue until her tears dry up.
The floods have stopped, but the drought is still to come.
Nareku & Ellen (Unverified), 21/08/07
The destruction of water
How important is water?
Itís the source of life.
People crave water.
But when war breaks out
Chaos does too.
How much water will there be?
Enough to sustain the world?
When people continue to waste water,
The world will soon be destroyed.
Kevin (Unverified), 21/08/07
I am running in a desert,
Water seems to be in the front.
But I canít go any further.
There are thorns in my mind.
I donít know where to head.
My throat seems congested.
The dry sea is full of death.
My tears have dried up like rivers on the Moon.
I desperately search for a pearl amongst the cadaver.
But hope that my skin can remain wet and fresh.
James (Unverified), 21/08/07
Who am I?
Taking happiness out of my soul.
Let evil become the master of the world.
Nothing can put out the increasingly growing fire in my heart.
I even drink up all of the water in the river.
Yet all control is lost.
The blood in my body has been boiling.
Light maddens me.
What can I do now?
What should I do now?
Who am I?
Kylie (Unverified), 21/08/07
I need, it seems
I need hot water when I rush completely wet.
I need, it seems
I need water when I get thirsty.
I need, it seems
I need cold water when I am scorching hot.
I need, it seems
I need water the moment I sit in my boat.
Lily (Unverified), 21/08/07
Very mysterious makes people want to love.
Like a girl, allowing swans in her heart.
Strengthens city walls in the defence of the homeland.
Is wanted by everyone.
Is a flowing watery force.
Nancy (Unverified), 21/08/07
The riverís kiss is as violent as that of two lovers kept apart.
It courses through the city, racehorse brown, silted and muddy
With the detritus of peopleís unseen lives. The yellow-grey spume
Of recrimination - a bitter froth swept along the speedy current -
Is like an open mouth blowing out ghostly smoke rings, issuing
Out one long accusation after another.
Under Folly Bridge the surge drags lustily, blood jet to the heart,
Waiting to be rushed along the Thames to the open sea. All that
Rain water, days and days of torrents that rise like things unsaid,
Strengthening the current so that it bursts its banks, spills over
Full of guilt into neighbouring floodplains and meadows,
Lapping like a niggling suspicion.
This stone city is becoming Atlantis, wishes to settle at the bottom
Of a new ocean, marry us all to the seabed. Houses open their
Rectangular mouths, drink thirstily so that carpet, food and furniture
Absorb the spittle, the bitter stew. Our little house is in danger,
Though I have moved all that is precious between us to the upstairs,
All that accounts for shared history.
Each night I go to sleep, each morning I expect the sea to be beneath
Me, the tide washing around the kitchen and living room. The bed
Could perhaps double up as a boat, on which I might float out
Over the English Channel, so that I might find port in Germany,
Cross the border to Poland to find you, leaving behind seven
Spires poking through, buoys in the water.
P.Viktor (Unverified), 20/08/07
I sent a tear to the heavens
I sent a tear to the heavens
From the deepest valley to the highest mountain;
Hoping it will become a heavy rain
To wash away the sadness and bring me another day.
I sent a tear to the heavens
From the deepest valley to the highest mountain;
Hoping it will become a snowflake
To melt in my hand and leave me a colourful lake.
When it rains
Like sweet kisses from an angel;
When it snows
Like evening stars in a warm night.
So I can see a clear sky
So I will not cry.
Madder (Unverified), 17/08/07
Life is water
Life is water.
Elusive is its personality.
Warm as fire,
Cold as ice.
Diversity is its feature.
It exists for amicability,
And disappears from abuse;
Limpid with suspended deposition,
And muddy with sediment.
It makes the world go round.
Amber,C (Unverified), 17/08/07
Forms of water
Round, square or pyramidal,
No matter how youíre shaped.
Crystal, black or white,
No matter how youíre coloured.
You fall like granite,
Steadily hit on her head.
It really hurts.
It breaks apart.
Freezing, warm or hot,
No matter how you feel.
Heavy, weighty or light,
No matter how you weigh.
You make a death attempt,
Bitterly pound on her window.
It really hurts.
It leaves mud.
Glasses, bathroom or kitchen,
No matter where you live.
Big, small or tiny,
No matter how much you occupy.
You fill the gap,
Greedily hoodwink it in sight.
It really hurts.
It leaves silence.
What if you stand on her fervent heart?
What if you drip from her bright eyes?
What if you queue along her fine fingers?
Youíll shape into yourself.
Yvonne (Unverified), 17/08/07
Spirit of Water
Water gives profit to everything
But never asks for reciprocation
Water flours to the low-lying land
Flows to the depression
It never vies with anything
Just with itself
It goes to the heaven
With a gentle breeze
JIMMY (Unverified), 17/08/07
water can be your enemy or your friend
it is a liquid on which we all depend
if the weather is warm it falls as rain
it fills the rivers and covers the plain
if the weather is cold it falls as snow
looks very different and will not flow
when very cold it changes to ice
from which you carve something nice
water in bulk will support a boat
its even enough to keep you afloat
we should keep it and treat it like gold
because without it poems would be untold
nigel (Unverified), 16/08/07
We turn the tap and out it gushes,
We pull the chain for pointless flushes,
We shower just that little bit more,
We forget itís at our lifeís core.
Until one day when things go wrong,
We turn the tap and itís all gone,
We begin to regret as we remember,
Those deep winter baths in early November.
So lets start now and try to evade,
Further events which are man-made,
Thereís more than enough for the world to share,
So letís be considerate and show that we care.
A-m (Unverified), 14/08/07
The river has a spine of white
kicked up in crosscurrent.
She bears her length towards
Manhattan heavily tonight.
Iíve come here alone again
down the rutty hill of stone,
past the railroad, and the bridge
to the aching water line.
The surf hums saying,
nothing Iíd repeató
soft like the low of sheepó
soon it has me praying
to home which is the next town by
to home which is downriver
to home spreading wide
bleeding with the skyÖ
to the basalt hills
on the other bank
that blush in early sun;
whose light fills
my head and eyes,
as they behold the river-wild,
and long for somewhere
to be moving on again.
Far from her,
I will build upon her,
the idea of herÖ
Will I remember?
Of course I will remember
my girlhood seat beside her;
low moon on her water;
leaving last September.
Victoria (Unverified), 14/08/07
The Week It Rained
The rains gained notice on Wednesday
Puddles had turned to streams
For some the swelling Thames
Evoked memories and anxious dreams
For others, like the Iffley ducks
It only reinforced frivolity and muck!
The rains continued on Thursday
Much to the annoyance of neighbours
Who peered out their windows and grumbled
Alas, no laundry again today!
The bedding must stay.
Even the gardeners began to moan
As they watched the rains spoil
All the fruits of their springtime toil.
Unbeknownst to some
No longer purifying or nurturing
The falling rain concealed
An apocalyptic lament.
Black clouds on Friday
Brought torrential rains
Flooding the fields of Iffley!
Even the water fowl
Sought higher ground
Pleading and crying, enough is enough!
In Iffley village we watched
As the Thames slowly gathered its might
Hoping it would soon recede
And not cause anymore plight!
Further south, the flooded residents of Abingdon
As the swollen waters
Drowned a good part of the town.
The rains came down on Saturday
With a wedding planned that day.
But the rising floods were causing
The bride was late
The groom was stuck in traffic
And a teary-eyed mother was
Marooned in Tewkesbury
The vicar said, oh my,
Iíll never make it!
You must find a replacement my dears.
The organist was equally dismayed
Claiming there is just no way
To get there through this rain!
The water surged and rose
Threatening the Iffley locks
Sadly closing the Isis pub
To the local jocks.
More defiant souls within the radius
Proclaimed the rains did not matter
In their windows signs were hung
Open to business - Come Hell or high water
Much to the gratitude of others
Seeking solace and comfort
From either the brew or the impervious few.
All said, how lucky we are to be in Iffley
And not in Abingdon, Tewkesbury or Gloucester!
Where the greens have turned to browns
And most roads are down under
The flooded rivers of
And the Thames.
Sunny skies on the following days
Brought a promise of dry weather
Even the lockkeeper said on Monday
The river Thames had reached it peak
So now the people of Iffley and he
Could finally get some sleep.
Relieved the end is now in sight
Villagers stroll down Mill Lane at night
To examine the river and surrounding terrain
Hoping the summer ablutions of 2007
In distant memory remain.
Alluvia (Unverified), 14/08/07
2007 the wettest recorded year,
when summer is meant to be here.
Homes under water and beyond repair,
Sending people of Oxford into despair.
Now,we pray the rain clouds stay away,
so we can enjoy the best of the day!
Caz (Unverified), 13/08/07
it is easy to think
how water affects us
rich little country
"help us we've flood"
but for so many others
on the blue green ball
just getting a day's water
means going through hell
with 3 hours to get there
and then queues at the well
will it be clean?
or brown with a smell?
and when the oceans rise
and eat all of england
we will beging to understand
that flooding is bad
but it's not the worst
start using your bikes oxford
or we'll all be submerged
Nickoir (Unverified), 12/08/07
Water by Beauferal
I see you as you are,
Yet nothing on your own.
Sweet sublime combinations,
Pleasing subatomic clones.
Each complex incarnation,
Holds a memory of home.
And deep within me traces of you lie.
I saw you sweep across the sands,
At Banda Ache years ago,
As waves of you together came and came.
Then here in Botley Road,
You made your presence felt again,
Whilst falling from the sky in drops of rain.
Then yesterday at Camber Sands,
The sky a perfect blue,
I played around with you,
You made me cry.
Remembering your power,
Force displayed here in my mind.
And you inside of me,
And how together we are you.
Beauferal (Unverified), 12/08/07
The well seems dry,
And yet I dig
Still, even deeper.
And though I find
No tears of proof
Nor hear the rush
Of wave or stir of pool,
I know, with every certainty
That there is water in the well.
caty (Unverified), 11/08/07
tiggy (Unverified), 10/08/07
Water embodies the dancing spirit,
Itís scintillatingly exquisite, in its meandering rivers
Reclining is indigenous, around the dandelions and bridges,
Damning the midges, fanning the air and the wind is crisp
Rock pools at beaches, and monsoons at Easter
Water comes to preach to us the importance of reaching up
Its all a cycle, evolving to ĎEvian isnít Vitel its vital
H2O is how I feel, because no matter which state youíre in, weíre all like you
My boyish good looks, have no charm, like the bubbling brooks
Rushing lovingly around the nooks, all troubles overlooked
My dreams are nearly real, contemplating by serene streams
Its redeeming feature is that the flow is constant and this can indeed teach us
evolucian (Unverified), 10/08/07
A simple word, but such a delight,
you are refreshing day or night.
When the sun comes out too strong, you are what's needed to refresh me.
So that i can keep on going on.
Going on, nice and strong, all day long.
We all need you, you give us life.
Sometimes too much water can be a fright!
Will we stay afloat and survive, you keep us all alive.
-We all need you.
-Atributes to a good or bad day.
Fi (DI User), 09/08/07
Water is life!
Without water we would not exist.
Life flows toward the ocean,
Evaporating in the atmosphere
And begins anew the cycle.
Rain: the life giving potion.
I go out cycling in the rain
Feeling damp and rusty
With no will to complain,
On my trusty trike,
Which would not be there without water
What am I like?
Well, ninety percent water!
And swimming toward the source
My foetally carried daughter
Giving me waters that heal
And my trike another wheel!
Neal (Unverified), 08/08/07
to tip tapping
on the roof
out in the rain
taking the tv back
to the car
starting the engine
you could have stayed
speckle (Unverified), 08/08/07
Knee deep in water I stand
No one around to give me a hand.
A man I must find
To pinch my behind
and make news headlines all over the land.
MG (Unverified), 07/08/07
Storm clouds growing,
Oceans are calling!
Sun's rays warming,
A cycle never- ending
TT (Unverified), 06/08/07
Water water everywhere and sometimes none to drink
Could God be playing jokes on us
It sometimes makes you think.
Whether Christian or Atheist, consider the biblical flood
when Noah survived the water (and escaped the stink
Man's carbon footprint's everywhere
It stretches from pole to pole
If he could design the weather
Instead of God, he'd be in control.
So could he have been meddling
and messing up our rain ?
For weather is the Last Frontier
A foe he'll surely never tame.
Since Time began, the climate's set
by tides that ebb and flow
Interfere at your peril with
Gulf streams or El Nino!
The day it pours in the Sahara
and camels learn to swim,
or the Inuits wear bikinis
and need suncream for their skins
we'll know we're finally on our own
God's left us to our sins.
PR (DI User), 06/08/07
Let me sit where the woods grow tall,
where an unspoken word can chase away a tear.
Let me sit where the sun shines for all,
where a rainbow blush can extinguish the fear.
Sailinghomeward (Unverified), 05/08/07
Just eighty litres,
dust from dying stars
and brooding Breath -
and you have me
It flows in veins
like ancient seas
around my heart -
island in my ocean
Can you see
Water is most of me?
Torrismond (DI User), 05/08/07
Diamond stars grabbed from the stream
held on high for all to see.
They pass overhead, they float above,
there to nourish, there to cool.
They fall back to earth, create a pool
begin the journey
to the place they were borne.
Tiny specks of light all run together,
exploding in the air.
Sometimes pelting, sometimes
afloat in the breeze.
But always and forever,
tiny diamond stars.
sailinghomeward (Unverified), 05/08/07
A SLIGHTLY LESS INTENSE WATER POEM (no disrespect meant to those suffering from the floods)
I drink a glass of water
It makes its way through me,
And trickles out the other end,
But in the form of 'wee'.
Wee is infact water,
and water is infact wee,
Though I doubt that wee is as refreshing,
As an accompaniment to afternoon tea?!
Whether the floods will come again,
We cannot guarantee,
But one thing we can know for sure,
Is that there will always be wee!
Michelle (DI User), 04/08/07
What hast thoust dunst?
Ruler of man,
Curbed by none,
What hast thoust dunst.
Lou Blitz (Unverified), 04/08/07
Could it be Ö
that water has things in common
with us fifty-something women,
no longer mingled with the wine of youth
that gladdens the heart of man?
Distilled, sparkling, fresh or salty,
running hot or cold,
pervasive, or evasive to the touch:
by turns we find ourselves useful,
superfluous, needed (urgently) or at fault.
Dangerous in over-abundance
and sadly missed when absent,
we often seem too little or too much Ė
But we are oh! so divinely appropriate
when mixed with a fine oaked malt.
Jessica Osborne (DI User), 03/08/07
WEST OXFORD SUMMER 2007
We barely know we need it to survive,
Transparent, neglected, keeping us alive.
Now its coming for us down the river,
the warnings say a "surge" of water.
Now its a power to destroy
instead of give survival.
That being so, we fear
its inevitable, excessive arrival.
The organised seal well their house.
Still it finds a way to overwhelm us.
asia (Unverified), 03/08/07
Put water in the pot and make some tea
Put water with squash and then you'll see
You can use this stuff at home when you cook
You can use it everywhere just take a look;
When you add soap you get suds
When it rains a lot, it brings floods
If you sweat a lot, it makes you clean
If you pour it on a t-shirt - it can be obscene
Some people jump in and have a swim
Some people drench their mates on a whim
Wherever there is water flowers will grow
Wherever there is none it will really show
It's bad when countries have a drought
It's then we realise we cannot live without
And people complain they cannot use the hose
And grumble a lot when the river overflows
The words of wisdom should make you think
The time is now for a very large drink
Here is the end of my water poem
Here is where the words stop flowing
Emma (Unverified), 02/08/07
I flow from one form to the next
Be it a glass or a tube or long, rugged banks of a river
I will never loose my ability to change and flex
All I am is another liquid except with a difference
I can be what ever I want to be
Although everybody and everything that needs me makes me what I am
I can be calm and comforting or I can be your worst nightmare
Never fear me, never fight me, never take me for granted
Afterall, without me you would not have ever began your quest for the meaning of life.
JK (Unverified), 02/08/07
Water is colourless and clear
Has no flavour or aftertaste
It is blah and bland
In fact it's everything I hate
But like many other dull and boring
when it's not available, run out
we find a yawning gap, a need
a thirst we cannot satiate.
Too much, and we are swamped
Driven off, we must escape
Thus water is the perfect illustration
of the advice I always give
'Moderation in all things'
is the only way to live
Pat R (DI User), 02/08/07
Drip drip drip
drop drop drop
oh this rain
it will not stop
my clothes are soaked
my hair looks bad
if theres no sun soon
I will get SAD
Lunchtime Receptionist (Unverified), 02/08/07
This morning I consumed a glass of water,
Refreshing; I drank a lot of wine last night,
Now I consume a cup of coffee,
Frustrating; I've undone my hydration plight.
Of all the elements water is by far my favourite.
Its chemical name is H20.
When boiled it has lots of little fast bubbles.
When frozen it can make snow.
No more thoughts of its chemistry,
I appreciate water more than this,
It is the essential substance for diving,
To keep up close and see little fish.
It is the only thing for paddling pools,
And is refreshing on a hot day,
It can fill any number of vessels,
It's fantastic stuff for kids to play.
There is however a power in water.
A dark side you could say.
In large quantities it crashes and bashes,
Propelling enormities of spray.
At times there is a lack of its presence.
The land does become very dry.
People can suffer and animals whither.
The plants they shrink up and die.
I can't help but think that despite of its strength,
That can wash all of Abingdon away,
That it also is cheeky and does take its time
To keep my hangover at bay!
Ruth_Oxford (DI User), 02/08/07
the water overtakes me
i want it
to go, to experience
what it would be like
i wish silently
everyday i wish
to be healthy
Anon (Unverified), 01/08/07
Water is clear
It glistens in the sun but when it rains
we run, into the puddles, water everywhere
Splish, splash, splish splash we go
Please don't rain again, oh no!
JG (Unverified), 01/08/07
Water's very wet.
It's as wet as you can get.
I can think of nothing wetter.
If you can, you're thinking better.
Mr Drippy (Unverified), 01/08/07
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