#soaked
Drops - full of energy
Have now become heavy
The weight of their own,
Now crushing them.
Unfurled the blanket of fog
In my way
Or my feelings are soaked.
And soul lost in the mist.
Nov 1, 2025
Nov 1, 2025 at 10:51 AM UTC
I’m slipping slowly down the drain. The night is dark
And the face in my reflection, doesn’t look at me the same.
Cold disdain; no recollection of the last time I heard my name,
Spoken with grace. My faith is misplaced.
Not even a narrow escape through these castle gates would find me saved.
Only open plains await; with pain pouring down like acid rain.
These fields,
Will never flower. Just rest my head on a feathered bed,
As the world drowns around and drags me down beneath its depths.
Sand and shells in this silent hell. Darkness rings her dinner bell,
As sunken souls grab their hold, stripping my youth.
Used, abused, weathered, and confused; they never taught me the rules
Of how to save you
From you.
Jul 20, 2021
Jul 20, 2021 at 1:07 AM UTC
Your clouds need not seek
Just as shadows need not flee
From the falling rain
All that a running soul needs
Is to in acceptance be
Aug 4, 2020
Aug 4, 2020 at 8:21 PM UTC
I got wet.
Then I got more wet.
Then I lost my keys.
And my shoes were filled with rain,
chattering teeth, soaked to my thighs
through to my skin
shrivelled up feet, trench foot set in
but then I think about real trench foot
and silently apologise to the poor sods
who died with wet feet
I cried when I peeled off my clothes
I felt sorry for myself
But the little un had made me a hot drink
So I thought myself lucky
I am not native to wet and cold
The sun is needed for us growin' old
May 14, 2020
May 14, 2020 at 8:10 AM UTC
floating on a sea of blood
born of our heart's sins
drifting slowly while faced apart
in boats of our own skins
like memories dropped on still waters,
we become cognizant of each other
by the echos of our waves
filled with but an anamnesis of us
this liquid plane;
landless space between,
our forms become intoxicated
as if they were soaked in gin
the taste transmuting
from pungency to bliss
churning tides of rumination,
hurricanes of emotional rot
eddied at our shores
from hair's end to finger's tip
soaked, we are
in the torrents of our yearning
waiting for the maelstrom of appetency
to catch us in remission
Nov 30, 2019
Nov 30, 2019 at 8:14 PM UTC
Clouds linger earthward
Gentle breeze
Trees soak unsuspecting.
Oct 25, 2019
Oct 25, 2019 at 5:38 PM UTC
Watch a night
With memories like stones in my stomach
Flashing lights
Of a police car as I leave
Stars dimmed
By ink-soaked clouds
You're different
Than before
Better
Confusion
Sinking into my brain
Is it you?
Or someone
Greater?
Infinite impossibilities
Stretch across my head
Blood
Drips across my lips
From biting too hard
Miles to go
Before I get home
Jun 25, 2019
Jun 25, 2019 at 8:10 PM UTC
in the rain
i walk with you
an orange stained sky
cloudy and dusty
with nothing but grey ahead of us
rain
soaks my clothes
my hair
my heart
yet
i'm warm
and covered
with the misty,
heavy
rain.
and you laugh
and stick out your tongue
and i do
and the sky does
and i walk home with you
in the rain.
Jun 12, 2019
Jun 12, 2019 at 9:30 PM UTC
You walk your soaked
You run your wet
You wait for the bus
You have your shower for the day
May 27, 2019
May 27, 2019 at 6:23 PM UTC
There goes the rain,
Her gentle lover,
The only one,
Who's ever touched her,
From head to toe,
And deep inside,
In shapeless arms,
She comes alive.
Apr 5, 2019
Apr 5, 2019 at 11:13 AM UTC
Beach dress soaked from the rain.
Jumping in puddles with flip-flops while we run to the highest peak.
The high waves, the horizon and the brazilian rain.
I felt like one with the world.
The heavy rain cleansed my body from the salty ocean water.
I wish I could stand there forever,
to just watch the powerful nature work it's magic.
So soaked it felt like my whole body was made of water,
I started to shiver from the cold.
We kept running along the filthy streets.
Splashing ***** water at each other like children.
Lips blue from the cold,
yet I felt a strong fire burning inside me,
more intense than I've ever felt.
All I could think about was how beautiful life is,
it's all about moments like these.
So full of life I knew I'd always treasure the memories from this day.
Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 9:23 AM UTC
Getting soaked to the bone
Until some kind people stopped
And offered me an umbrella
A hot shower
A warm meal
A cozy fire
And a new home
Don't come knocking on my door
When you've seen I've found better
Because the rain has stopped
And all I have left to give
Is a scorching heat to burn you with
Nov 22, 2018
Nov 22, 2018 at 6:07 PM UTC
it’s raining. when the drops hit the roof, a harmonic sound is made. a melody. it’s a whole new genre of music by itself. so peaceful.
and even though people are bouncing and sulking, and completely soaked by the tears of the sky, it does not change the fact, that it’s raining.
i think the world needed that.
Oct 15, 2017
Oct 15, 2017 at 4:52 AM UTC
Caught by showers in the wild
We hide beneath a tree
The snake is in your eyes
And the apple is my lips
* * *
Eden’s’ reach
Translucent touch
Fingers trickle down
I watch the glow
Into your irises
I catch the flow
At the corners of your mouth
* * *
Translucent fingers’ touch
Trickles down your face
Slowly close your eyes
And every drop is me
Flood is rushing down
The trenches of my palm
Falling into view
And every drop is you
Jun 11, 2017
Jun 11, 2017 at 12:21 PM UTC
I either write when I'm in love or in pain.
So call me the constant writer.
But be not afraid when you see my poems drenched in blood,
For they are all like that.
Because I only write when I'm in love or in pain,
And for me those are the same.
Apr 23, 2016
Apr 23, 2016 at 4:17 PM UTC
When I was a kid
I spent time alone
Probably more than my fair share
But it wasn't bad at first
It was liberating.
At first, I discovered myself
I discovered the universes that existed
At the pinpoint of my imagination
A true world of wonders
I remember tiny snippets of freedom
Long walks in the park with my hands tucked into my pockets,
Or my hair getting soaked from the rain when I'd walk home
Back then "on my own" was somehing I fancied
Like a childish crush
Where I only wanted it because,
Hell.
It made me feel good
It made my heart pound
When I could spend just a second listening to my breath
But now. I've learned the consequences
The damage I've done to myself
From spending that much time
Alone.
Apr 1, 2016
Apr 1, 2016 at 11:49 PM UTC
Like the main the author must die
their lives written out, bound by a books spine
Their eyes are yours, you have what's left of their mind.
How tragic the story line was?
Well that was their lives.
They give you who they are, so you can read to
throw away some time.
Months to years of their lives soaked up in a weeks time.
But yes like the main, their creator must die.
But they are immortal in another way.
Their mind might die but their world will stay.
With hands now plagued with arthritis, and blind milky filmed eyes
They cannot tell you about their mains lives.
Aged is their mind, taken by time,
But immortal is the world they created....
A whole world...in a few hundred pages...lives carried out
and then shut down....
Yes like their main an author must die.
Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 2:12 PM UTC
I found myself on your car with you, our bodies intertwined.
We'd gaze up at the infinte stars.
One was yours and one was mine.
Now I find myself on my bed alone,
My pillow soaked straight through.
I gaze alone now, on my infinite tears,
which all belong to you.
Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 11:56 PM UTC
There's nothing wrong with trying to be like water
And try to make her soaked
My feelings aren't cloaked
Hate is the only thing i provoke
Truth is what i spoke
I just want to be water
That makes you wet
That sounds strange, i bet
Unfortunately for Tibet
It's still not a country
Many single people feel like Tibet.
Dec 22, 2015
Dec 22, 2015 at 3:43 AM UTC
bask in the
11 PM
humid June air
with me,
our skin
soaking up the ivories
of Luna's glow
and the stars
sinking into your pores,
leaving my hands
scorched
from their touch.
silver clouds
rising in the sky
holding back their tears,
husky grumbles of thunder
in the distance;
these storms
are nothing,
compared to the things
you start in me.
Copyright © 2015 Alyssa Packard
All Rights Reserved
Jun 5, 2015
Jun 5, 2015 at 10:01 PM UTC
Im sick of being played with, back stabbed, and broken
Ive given my all
But still seem to be left in the ocean
I haven't shed tears like this or felt this way in a while
All i can see is
Her lips, face, and her eyes when she smiles
Her hair, laugh and her voice with her style
This time will probably take more time than a while
I thought this time would be tangent
But ended up drifting too quick
I thought it was true
But just ended so quick
I only want what is best
So please just tell me your sick
Tell me your tired
Cause i sure as hell know i am
And i ain't down with this ****
Im sick of the shady
And all of the games
So i shut out the lights
And Deal with the pain
Ill stay in the dark
And Consider it rain
Cause this loves got me soaked
And i'm in need of a drain
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 3:25 PM UTC