Best Water Poems

When despair grows in me
and I wake in the middle of the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
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The moon shimmers in green water.
White herons fly through the moonlight.

The young man hears a girl gathering water-chestnuts:
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In the wave-strike over unquiet stones
the brightness bursts and bears the rose
and the ring of water contracts to a cluster
to one drop of azure brine that falls.
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You are the daughter of the sea, oregano's first cousin.
Swimmer, your body is pure as the water;
cook, your blood is quick as the soil.
Everything you do is full of flowers, rich with the earth.
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How still,
How strangely still
The water is today,
It is not good
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On the banks of Ganges
I sat in a serene and sombre mood
Looking at the playful water
as the wind like a great artist
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The shattered water made a misty din.
Great waves looked over others coming in,
And thought of doing something to the shore
That water never did to land before.
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Any soul that drank the nectar of your passion was lifted.
From that water of life he is in a state of elation.
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Along the sun-drenched roadside, from the great
hollow half-treetrunk, which for generations
has been a trough, renewing in itself
an inch or two of rain, I satisfy
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She begins, and my grandmother joins her.
Mother and daughter sing like young girls.
If my father were alive, he would play
his accordion and sway like a boat.
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If I could write words
Like leaves on an autumn forest floor,
What a bonfire my letters would make.
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TWO boats with nets lying off the sea-beach, quite still,
Ten fishermen waiting- they discover a thick school of mossbonkers-
they drop the join'd seine-ends in the water,
The boats separate and row off, each on its rounding course to the
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Awake at night--
the sound of the water jar
cracking in the cold.
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old pond.....
a frog leaps in
water's sound
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Any lifetime that is spent without seeing the master
Is either death in disguise or a deep sleep.
The water that pollutes you is poison;
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More than air
More than water
More than lips
Light light
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OH! there once was a swagman camped in the Billabong,
Under the shade of a Coolabah tree;
And he sang as he looked at his old billy boiling,
“Who’ll come a-waltzing Matilda with me.”
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Below the water surface
I put down my foundations
to build a house
with a tiny room
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Others taught me with having knelt at well-curbs
Always wrong to the light, so never seeing
Deeper down in the well than where the water
Gives me back in a shining surface picture
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Beloved of the rivers,beset
By azure water and transparent drops,
Like a tree of veins your spectre
Of dark goddess biting apples:
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[Dedicated to the dead rivers of Bangladesh]

Once these paths were rivers,
These fields the processions of water.
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In my first sleep
I came to the river
And looked down
Through the clear water -
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'Oh, dear, this utterly sweltering season of the highly rampant sun is drawing nigh, and it will always be good enough to go on taking daytime baths, as the lakes and rivers will still be with plenteous waters, and at the end of the day, nightfall will be pleasant with fascinating moon, and in such nights Love-god can somehow be almost mollified...[who tortured us in the previous vernal season... but now without His sweltering us, we can happily enjoy the nights devouring cool soft drinks and dancing and merrymaking in outfields...]
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I would've perhaps liked to swim in you O' sea
only if sharks and octopi didn't inhabit thee

Perhaps I would've swum and dived deeper in glee
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St. John tells how, at Cana's wedding feast,
The water-pots poured wine in such amount
That by his sober count
There were a hundred gallons at the least.
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Each afternoon in Granada,
each afternoon, a child dies.
Each afternoon the water sits down
and chats with its companions.
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water flowing
in mountains streams creeks rivers
water trickling
racing to fill ponds lakes oceans
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The light is like a spider.
It crawls over the water.
It crawls over the edges of the snow.
It crawls under your eyelids
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River water
washes
everything
clean
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On the seashore of endless worlds children meet.
The infinite sky is motionless overhead and the restless water is boisterous. On the seashore of endless worlds the children meet with shouts and dances.
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There in the middle of the field, by the side of a crystalline stream, I saw a bird-cage whose rods and hinges were fashioned by an expert's hands. In one corner lay a dead bird, and in another were two basins - one empty of water and the other of seeds. I stood there reverently, as if the lifeless bird and the murmur of the water were worthy of deep silence and respect - something worth of examination and meditation by the heard and conscience.

As I engrossed myself in view and thought, I found that the poor creature had died of thirst beside a stream of water, and of hunger in the midst of a rich field, cradle of life; like a rich man locked inside his iron safe, perishing from hunger amid heaps of gold.
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A region desolate and wild.
Black, chafing water: and afloat,
And lonely as a truant child
In a waste wood, a single boat:
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Give me a glass of water
To drink in this summer.
Give me a glass of water,
I have nothing to drink,
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Sunlight streams on the river stones.
From high above, the river steadily plunges--

three thousand feet of sparkling water--
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Up from the bronze, I saw
Water without a flaw
Rush to its rest in air,
Reach to its rest, and fall.
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Under the curved blue
Water flows forever.
Cold current
hot current
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Love happened at last,
And we entered God's paradise,
Sliding
Under the skin of the water
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Blue mountains lie beyond the north wall;
Round the city's eastern side flows the white water.
Here we part, friend, once forever.
You go ten thousand miles, drifting away
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Persons tend to become arrogant and turn atheist when attain so much wealth and fame. It is natural phenomena and comes with the sudden attainment of unseen wealth. The supreme lord has also kept one stick to correct such people. In normal times when tide is in his favor then everything will go well unexpectedly. Even if you do a wrong thing then also things might turn right for you.

I was allotted with Government waste land on retirement form the armed forces. I had to make lots of efforts to make it cultivable. I employed lots of labourers for the purpose. I use to go daily on site and supervise the work done by them. One day when workers were on the job then suddenly one hunter bee came and sudden struck on my face and made big humming noise. Since workers were from village and knew the behaviors of bees, they suddenly shouted all the people at work to lie down on the ground to escape their attack. I was just back from military service and took affront to such move. Meanwhile hunter bees attacked me with big force and started biting me on the face and all parts of the body.
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The river in December
Do you remember?
When time was graying
Old leaves decaying?
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Rain is uncertain and delayed,
Weather forecast and message relayed,
Days are very hot and in home stayed,
Gloomy picture and everybody dismayed,
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My whole life is mine, but whoever says so
will deprive me, for it is infinite.
The ripple of water, the shade of the sky
are mine; it is still the same, my life.
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I have been thinking...
I have been thinking of the difference between water
and the waves on it. Rising,
water's still water, falling back,
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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.
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"Oh, dear, now the kingly monsoon is onset with its clouds containing raindrops, as its ruttish elephants in its convoy, and with skyey flashes of lighting as its pennants and buntings, and with the thunders of thunderbolts as its percussive drumbeats, thus this rainy season has come to pass, radiately shining forth like a king, for the delight of voluptuous people...

"By far, the vault of heaven is overly impregnated with massive clouds, that are similar to the gleam of blackish petals of black-costuses... somewhere they are similar to the glitter of the heaps of well-kneaded blackish mascara... and elsewhere they glisten like the blackened nipples of bosoms of pregnant women, ready to rain the elixir of life on the lips of her offspring, when that offspring is actualised...
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Water ruffled and speckled by galloping wind
Which puffs and spurts it into tiny pashing breaks
Dashed with lemon-yellow afternoon sunlight.
The shining of the sun upon the water
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Edges of fluffy clouds are tinted pink
As Sun sets and Portulacca folds its lips.
Taking Nature’s cue, I slow down my pace.
Go back home to the rhythm of my breath.
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Both robb'd of air, we both lie in one ground ;
Both whom one fire had burnt, one water drown'd
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Some who are uncertain compel me. They fear
The Ace of Spades. They fear
Loves offered suddenly, turning from the mantelpiece,
Sweet with decision. And they distrust
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The little love god lying once asleep
Laid by his side his heart-inflaming brand,
Whilst many nymphs that vowed chaste life to keep
Came tripping by; but in her maiden hand,
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When you see water in a stream
you say: oh, this is stream
water;
When you see water in the river
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When the two sisters go to fetch
water, they come to this spot and
they smile.
They must be aware of somebody
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Chatter of birds two by two raises a night song joining a litany of running water--sheer waters
showing the russet of old stones remembering many rains.

And the long willows drowse on the shoulders of the running water, and sleep from much music;
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Water in the pond drying
For it turned into vapors.
In a few days
No water will be there.
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The day was warm and bright
The sky and the horizon
Were brilliant blue
I took my two dogs
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My hands the Hook thunder hangs its hat on,
My breast the Arroyo storms fill with water,
My brow the Horizon sunrise fills,
My heart the Dawn weaving blue threads of day,
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Not the moon. A flower
on the other side of the water.

The water sweeps past in flood,
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Light, celebrated in the flame
The heat burning through the shine
Warm kiss of the waving touch
Comfy, lean on the surfaces
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My whole life is mine, but whoever says so
will deprive me, for it is infinite.
The ripple of water, the shade of the sky
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The litle boy was looking for his voice.
(The King of the crickets had it.)
In a drop of water
the little boy was looking for his voice.
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Ducks bobbing on the water--
are they also, tonight,
hoping to get lucky?
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Since the fern can't go to the sink for a drink of
water, I graciously submit myself to the task, bringing two
glasses from the sink.
And so we sit, the fern and I, sipping water together.
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She asked her a few questions
Shuffled the cards
Laid out the deck before her
“Pick a few won’t you? ”
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In the Book of God (Ilahi-nama) 'Attar framed his mystical teachings in various stories that a caliph tells his six sons, who are kings themselves and seek worldly pleasures and power.
The first son is captivated by a virgin princess, and his father tells him the adventures of a beautiful and virtuous woman who attracts several men but miraculously survives their abuse and then forgives them. They acknowledge that carnal desire is necessary to propagate the race but also recognize that passionate love can lead to spiritual love, which can annihilate the soul in the beloved.
Other stories indicate the importance of respecting the lives of other creatures such as ants or dogs. One only thinks oneself better than a dog because of one's dog-like nature.
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They say pointing out to evidences
Planet Mars was once rich
With abundant water sources
Who knows the earth,
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If you have forgotten water lilies floating
On a dark lake among mountains in the afternoon shade,
If you have forgotten their wet, sleepy fragrance,
Then you can return and not be afraid.
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Neutrality is the balance
between bad and good
life is water...
a balance between good and bad,
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and the gulf enters the sea and so forth,
none of them emptying anything,
all of them carrying yesterday
forever on their white tipped backs,
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In this world of
as fine a pair of breasts
as ever I saw
the fountain in
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THROUGH one, years since hanged and forgot
Who stabbed backs by the Quarter,
Here lieth one who—while Time's stream
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He thrust his joy against the weight of the sea;
climbed through, slid under those long banks of
foam--
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O Hari, 'tis morn, awake, there's water in the jar for you to wash your face no need to hurry there's plenty of time.

I'll bring you whatever you like for your breakfast- dried fruits, butter, honey and bread.
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If you show patience, I'll rid you of this virtue.
If you fall asleep, I'll rub the sleep from your eyes.
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The little Love-god lying once asleep
Laid by his side his heart-inflaming brand,
Whilst many nymphs that vow'd chaste life to keep
Came tripping by; but in her maiden hand
The fairest votary took up that fire
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There is water in river, lake and sea
But still there is scarcity of drinking water,
We cannot drink stagnant and salty water,
There is underground water in boring well
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by the lake so still so calm
sky-blue cloud-white
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Free Verse Poem
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WHEN the two sisters go to fetch water, they come to this spot and they smile.
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When the bare feet of the baby beat across the grass
The little white feet nod like white flowers in the wind,
They poise and run like ripples lapping across the water;
And the sight of their white play among the grass
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The beauty of the heart
is the lasting beauty:
its lips give to drink
of the water of life.
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When you do things from your soul, you feel a river
moving in you, a joy.
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She makes her way through the dark trees
Down to the lake to be alone.
Following their voices on the breeze,
She makes her way. Through the dark trees
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WOULD I could cast a sad on the water
Where many a king has gone
And many a king's daughter,
And alight at the comely trees and the lawn,
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People that build their houses inland,
People that buy a plot of ground
Shaped like a house, and build a house there,
Far from the sea-board, far from the sound
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O it's I that am the captain of a tidy little ship,
Of a ship that goes a sailing on the pond;
And my ship it keeps a-turning all around and all about;
But when I'm a little older, I shall find the secret out
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A SUDDEN TURN (original version)

a fish darts forward
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LEAVES and rain and the days of the year,
(Water-willow and wellaway,)
All these fall, and my soul gives ear,
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I came too late to the hills: they were swept bare
Winters before I was born of song and story,
Of spell or speech with power of oracle or invocation,
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Everything other than love for the most beautiful God
though it be sugar- eating.
What is agony of the spirit?
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Meet me by the river tonight
Just you and me under the pale moonlight
I promise you I won’t be afraid
of the dark
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Now the stock have started dying, for the Lord has sent a drought;
But we're sick of prayers and Providence -- we're going to do without;
With the derricks up above us and the solid earth below,
We are waiting at the lever for the word to let her go.
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The water hyacinth
floats with flotsam and refuse
goes along so smooth
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At dawn, bare footed, viewing as far as eyes can reach,
the water's edge advances and recedes along the beach.

Before me I see a carpet of half-buried shells of sea-creatures,
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Sun smudge on
the smoky water
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Like a wide basin
Where calm, motionless water
Has no full freedom.
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When there is no water there is danger
When there is excess water there is danger,
Ranger of forest tells that trees die
Due to wiled fire that spreads,
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Old Noah he had an ostrich farm and fowls on the largest scale,
He ate his egg with a ladle in a egg-cup big as a pail,
And the soup he took was Elephant Soup and fish he took was Whale,
But they all were small to the cellar he took when he set out to sail,
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Water and windmills, greenness, Islets green;--
Willows whose Trunks beside the shadows stood
Of their own higher half, and willowy swamp:--
Farmhouses that at anchor seem'd--in the inland sky
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Every day so lovely, shining,
up and down, the Sultan’s daughter
walked at evening by the water,
where the white fountain splashes.
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