Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
Whirling drops of water  like a carousel of beads  like a fountain of silver rain  like a ballerina on her feet. Each blade of yellow grass  hot and dry and done  wet with the sprinkling trickle tickles in the morning sun. Like a fan — shimmering droplets  in grace they spin so wide  a peacock's tail in crystal  quivering side to side.  Petals dive as water falls  flowers bow and glow dry then drenched in merriment moving to and fro. I love to feel those drops of water  cool — a splash on cheeks hip hop over flowing arms  through streams I love to peek. In a row they leap and dance  rise or twirl in tinkling notes  a symphony where I entranced —- watch with happiness and hope.
0
Jan 20
Jan 20, 2026 at 11:08 AM UTC
Sprinklers
Whirling drops of water  like a carousel of beads  like a fountain of silver rain  like a ballerina on her feet. Each blade of yellow grass  hot and dry and done  wet with the sprinkling trickle tickles in the morning sun. Like a fan — shimmering droplets  in grace they spin so wide  a peacock's tail in crystal  quivering side to side.  Petals dive as water falls  flowers bow and glow dry then drenched in merriment moving to and fro. I love to feel those drops of water  cool — a splash on cheeks hip hop over flowing arms  through streams I love to peek. In a row they leap and dance  rise or twirl in tinkling notes  a symphony where I entranced —- watch with happiness and hope.
Written a few years ago
nishu-mathur
Written by
Jan 20
Jan 20, 2026 at 11:08 AM UTC
Request permission to use this poem