"deluges" poems
Negativity is meaningful. It's detrimental and cynical. It deluges inside our heads. Making us feel insecure, unwanted and useless. They will prosper and thrive to reach out and make us feel smaller than them, to get inside of our minds and make us look in the mirror and see what we don't want to see. It eventually assassinates our minds. It dwells on top of the positive thoughts. But YOU need to remember that YOU are worth more than anything in this competitive, sick world.
Jul 3, 2016
Jul 3, 2016 at 1:32 PM UTC
A mind of a totalitarian man spreads his desires in every winged beat.
His heart desires once more, that every lasting beat.
Fading to black he seems to admire his own shadows more..
Truly diluted between then lines of fascination, nay here, never there,
His heart desires once more, that every lasting beat.
Crying the weeping delusions of his mind, his tears only resemble black.
His heart desires once more, that every lasting beat.
Shattered deluges of fractured thoughts, how one must weep at every disturbed thought.
His heart no more desires that ever lasting beat.
Feb 5, 2014
Feb 5, 2014 at 5:28 AM UTC
*Drops of tears
Desolately clinging
To the eyelashes
Holds the melancholy
Befallen tragedy
Oozing from the soul
Reflecting the inner world
Waiting for those hands
To wipe them away
Before it deluges
The whole world*
Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 11:30 PM UTC
Flurries of enlightenment, following
blizzards without dreams
Sprinklings of epiphanies, accompanied by
deluges of rambling screams
Gentle winds of understanding, conjoined
sand storms of despair
Clear ponds of insight, in the wake
tsunamis of nightmares
No clear or concise light
not without the glare
Thoughts snatched from eyes of hurricanes
not common, but so rare
Oct 26, 2016
Oct 26, 2016 at 2:24 PM UTC
You are full of deluges,
thunder lips and
lightning eyes,
footsteps punctured by light claps,
voice parted by turbulent
winds, You
are the last light in this
greying darkness,
the last calm before these endless
howls, the eye of
the storm.
You catch me in this mud-tracked
ground battered
by wind and rain,
umbrella turned and
turning out-inside, and
inside-out like the butterflies fluttering in
my stomach. You watch
my knees begin to shake
and steady them
with your glance.
You make me wish away
the rain dances,
the raincoat choruses caroming
the river-ran streets
in the middle of day
like a colourful charade,
the desperate
songs and car horn honks
and fog-lit buses and street lamps
piercing through this
watery veneer.
Am I lost in Your sea of silence?
I don’t know,
but I know that I have drowned in
these storms before.
And I know, that my cheeks
run with Your rainwater now.
Aug 19, 2015
Aug 19, 2015 at 11:10 AM UTC
a cloudburst, penetrated our world
with thrusts as deep as the eye of our
storm, coasting over us in heaved
passion; unleashed with each
dip and sway
bombarding...
our core in showered felicity; tasting
euphoria's longing, titillated to the tips
of our toes; saturating her soft spots,
her rain and I were one curled, pelvis
to hip
sliding in out as hands caressed in rhythm,
wanting to taste her rain once again;
cultivating in her delicacy, nibbling tautness;
remembering moments our lips said hi
besieging me...
as her raindrops seeped, causing our
steam to rise, each drop in hunger;
I'd delve deeper into oblivion,losing
myself in raged deluges of her
rain's cloudburst...
Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 12:59 PM UTC
Sometimes you pick a pair of fish and bread
and feed thousands, and at others
master flautist, make umbrellas of hills
protecting us from deluges of wrath.
I have walked to the lonely peaks where
stones have become animated bearing witness
to the nights of wonder, when you poured forth
your love, and drank of the poisoned chalice.
Yea, even by the well where burdened of sin
I sat down, and drank of the springs of Grace.
And I do not wish to hear anything,
but relive the awe seeing you speak,
as one with authority, passion of the heavens!
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 1:05 PM UTC
Sing thee, for heart’s content
Lyrical ballad set to heart’s tune
Finery draped over each note
Harmonious waves of happiness
Travels far and wide, beyond
Birds perched at your window
Sweet as honey, soothing to ears
Heart and soul in harmonious bind
Waves of euphoria, deluges you
An existence of utmost finery
In sync with singing heartbeats
Dancing feet are testimony
Sing thee, till you find a resting place
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 11:47 PM UTC
silhouette of sails breezed through the twilight hour,
the working man was long aroused from his sleep,
long strips of inked paper billowed out into the dank alley,
infused with the rotten aroma of yesterday.
the paper-thin veil draped over the construction site,
the working men had their silhouettes enslaved to the sheet,
an arrow of shadow shot through the muted screen of the cinema,
a line of laundry zigzagged the sky overhead, ********** pages of blue,
the rickshaw man was crossing stairs,
toeing winding train tracks, children nimbly dashed past danger
a fisherman was dreaming of secret deluges,
he would oar his way through the overflown streets, catching a dim sum box or two
a seagull fixed its hungry gaze on you, chewing stick
you leaned on the cart you have been pushing, facing habour
Jul 27, 2022
Jul 27, 2022 at 2:22 PM UTC
I'm done
The words not there
The well is dry
What to do
What to do
Do all know,
the agony of,
the parched soul,
of the time,
of never raining
Where does,
the rain abide,
released by storms,
deluges bringing,
undesired by many
Hope for rain,
dance for rain,
leaping into clouds,
ascending, grasping,
for the rain
Please Lord,
Send a gentle rain,
water for the flowers,
of the soul
Pray for rain
Pray for rain
© 2017 Jim Davis
Mar 10, 2017
Mar 10, 2017 at 1:40 PM UTC
My limbs are gushing while I walk
down towards the seaside pier,
these endings and these beginnings
ascending again into mere cycles,
the rising and falling chest,
beating heart,
transcending
I walk
hand in hand with you, restated love,
the new and the old clothes we wear
wrapped around our breathless poses
our heads filled with thoughts
of rose ridden gardens, and of course
children dancing, playing games between
our spacious Pohutakawa branches
where you first taught me about romantics
without that rudimentary triteness
and you sitting, coffee in hand at the picnic table
swearing revolution is never possible
to I dancing, remarking
“you are such the cynic”
before grabbing you and twirling you
faster than the earth rotates
As we drift closer to the sea
the inconstant wind winds the clock to 10pm,
the minutes restoring those now withered days
of woollen coats, new music and Dunedin
I would stand behind you while you played the flute
thinking of that time
where we played in the rhododendrons
till dark; folding time folding into
my arms, the sky white and blue
juxtaposed against the trees
darkened spikes explore the sea
what was it? me, me, me,
of course, I see
and I
remember the melody
(lets go under the covers
we can play games in the dark
we could even try adding to
those stars on your ceiling)
so now, again, for a moment, we reappear
in this hour, this walk, this air
stilted, shaking
we resurface,
and soak in the watery soils of previous deluges
become something overwhelming,
something insoluble
here we are, on the Pier
at noon, dazed, defused
by a familiar grip on the fingers
index snug between the ring
“take me to the end”
“but darling,
we are going further than that”
before we jump
we tie our balloon to the pole
and promise to return, on horses
painted silver and brass
Hey, nice to see you here
come with me
lets watch the sunrise
from the beach,
I think I sense a revolution stirring
Mar 1, 2013
Mar 1, 2013 at 12:39 AM UTC
marks upon the skin no feline could make-bittersweet scarlet deluges the hate
the frenzy shall earn a place by her heart
she paints admist her blood; calling it art
violation of the windpipe and she’s loosing more weight
tries to forget the scars that he’s made
mother can’t help, father will tell
is she a produce of the devil? she is immersed inside hell
she instills the remarks and fights for the blade
"how fleshy she looks, her skin is too large"
cannot help but weep, the words create torment
now ***** manifests, the gut-wrenching scent
she lies in the mess, too faint to take charge
the edge chews in deep,
her pulse has decreased
so close the sun, her heartache will cease
the red stains tile, but she will not weep
her organs have slowed
drowning in sweet, sticky, red wine
mother crawls close, sees her design
her beating is done, all doors have been closed
Nov 9, 2013
Nov 9, 2013 at 9:36 PM UTC
Trepidation deluges my pneuma in its state
How did I ever ebb this far?
It’s like I never sensed accomplishment
My reason? Such frailty in making.
I can’t ever invent an inkling of a use!
But in the case that I could, here I’ll be
Faltering into a trance
Of conventional panic, but dreadful still,
Dull pain in a rush,
As I know I lost my love,
I’ve never accomplished anything
Because I’ve never had the courage to
Jul 14, 2014
Jul 14, 2014 at 9:38 PM UTC
***stuck in a darkly whirling vortex
spiraling out of control
landed in twister's head
heady twirls of whiplash'd senses
tides grasp in the rolling upsurge
rushes in to suffocate my breath
ripples of truth flood upon the crest
heaving gushes of a rocking influx
loop'd in this turbulent sea
convolutions bring me to my knees
these polluted waters endure
takes down this helix,
conclusive in tsunami's surge
final disturbance overwhelm indecisive flux
blows frigid winds to engulf emotions
deluges of insanity's pleas silently shaken,
obliterated by an overpowering plunge
wiped out in a drench of overflowing despair***
Jan 25, 2014
Jan 25, 2014 at 9:00 AM UTC
While a howl rang and hung in the night's sky,
The clouds opened and surged inwards,
Thunder boomed magnificently,
Nature's wonderful horror,
Only a glimpse really into the heart,
The torrid splendor off coastal plains,
Might deluges and droughts,
Calculating Cosmos unifying existense,
Galactic accidents,
Mutations unique of the flesh,
Marbled temples with high ceilings,
Wiped off in an instant,
The LightningMan Cry,
Nov 16, 2012
Nov 16, 2012 at 1:06 AM UTC
O God!
by Qateel Shifai
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Torture my heart, O God!
If you so desire, leave me a madman, O God!
Have I asked for the moon and stars?
Enlighten my heart and give my eyes sight, O God!
We have all seen this disk called the sun,
Now give us a real dawn, O God!
Either relieve our pains here on this earth
Or make my heart granite, O God!
Hereafter
by Qateel Shifai
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Since we met and parted, how can we sleep hereafter?
Lost in each others' remembrance, must we not weep hereafter?
Deluges of our tears will keep us awake all night:
Our eyelashes strung with strands of pearls, hereafter!
Thoughts of our separation will sear our grieving hearts
Unless we immerse them in the cooling moonlight, hereafter!
If the storm also deceives us, crying Qateel!,
We will scuttle our boats near forsaken shores, hereafter.
Keywords/Tags: Urdu, translation, translations, God, heart, eyes, sight, madman, moon, stars, tears, pearls, mrburdu
Sep 20, 2020
Sep 20, 2020 at 5:02 AM UTC
*Ye shall subvert me
For perdition
Abides in the Sylvan Shrine,
In the
Solar-Bastion that is I.
Yet Ye shall see Phantasmagoria
Arising
From the Eclipsing Despot
Of the
Archean Moon.
**Dreams Are But a Figment of Life:
Tender
And
Rare;
Instinctive.**
The Infinitude deluges
The wombed embankments of mine soul,
As sprawled, ―I lie drenched in nostalgia
Of the abeyance of atrophy
Granted betwixt thine epicene arms.*
―Effloresce my Coruscating Pearl
For you are Cosmic,
Subliminal,
Ethereal,
Temporal.
Sep 26, 2017
Sep 26, 2017 at 4:04 AM UTC
i klump in mod galoshes
among the enigma of raindrops
and catch metaphors
on the tip of my tongue.
Swallow into my soul
the beautiful unaccented verbiage.
as fragments of poems
wash down from the sky
in streams of kaleidoscopic complications.
As i tromp in puddles of letters
as i run down the wet serendipitous streets
of visionary realms...
Griffens hide under the umbrales
of trees glowering for they do
not like to be pelted
with the symbologies of deluges.
This make griffons mystifying
glowing leaves flutter chanting,
and skinny dip in the trellises of rain drops.
And at the end of all spelling.
i romp among the rays of the rainbows
that spring down the corridors of clouds
as unnamed poems stir & grow
up into the clouds
and wait for the storm of creativity
to begin again in a paper sky.
and wait for the storms
of creativity to begin
and dispense gems
to hide in heads
of uncanny eerie children
that greetings
fold space into verses
Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 9:35 PM UTC
Water laden clouds burst!
Here now, comes the rain,
but I’m loving the ‘liquid sunshine’
and ignoring the weather’s torrential bane.
Despite deluges of Life’s storms,
enjoy humanity and have some fun.
Now comes the rain, washing over us anew,
as the Spirit of the Father’s Son.
Now comes the reign of Christ -
Embrace Him and His Holiness!
Be protected by the Rock’s cleft
and submerged under His Righteousness.
Be always filled with His eternal joy,
taking up the Heavenly refrain -
Tears of the just and unjust continue to flow.
Move past sorrows and see; lo! Here comes the rain.
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(chorus)
O Lord, send the rain –
We can weather the storm!
Cover us with righteousness;
keep lives from being further torn.
Author Note:
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2010, All rights reserved.
Jan 24, 2013
Jan 24, 2013 at 6:23 AM UTC
It never rains in Georgia
Though my cloudy head is gray
And even in November suns
It thunders in the fray
Of my peachy state of mind
And the beaches I convey
Behind hurricane frustrations
As my calm trees start to sway
In the coastal winds of longing
For my tempests kept at bay
Such deluges would be cleansing
A most vehement display
Of my angriest storm surges
That could blow this world away
But it never rains in Georgia
And I'm keeping it that way
Nov 4, 2016
Nov 4, 2016 at 12:59 AM UTC
Poetry comes from the
heart ink less inspiration,
intravenous deluges, dammed up
in the veins waiting to be transfused.
Nov 2, 2021
Nov 2, 2021 at 9:40 AM UTC
I love the sound of the highway
Filling in the void between voices,
Like a sense of insurance, a reminder
that there are always people
Out on their way somewhere.
Without so much as a care left in place,
Perhaps for reasons more spiteful than just,
The only times I feel like I’m not being forgotten
Is when I’m leaving something else in the dust
The sound of the road means there’s a place to go.
A next, a forward, but not always for me.
Of all the times in the world to not feel lost,
It’s when I’m headed nowhere in particular,
Just listening to the march forth others make.
When headlights meet street lights,
And requiescence deluges the world,
Just before silence cracks through my mind,
Comes rumbling clear the ambience of the road.
May 11, 2020
May 11, 2020 at 5:12 AM UTC
The jade in your eyes reminds me that life finds a way, that what we seek grows in the cracks in the concrete we so desperately avoid. That the whispers we exchange act as incantations for the roots to break through the sidewalk beneath us. First, entangling our legs before surrounding our arms, forcing them to redistribute the warmth we've harbored for so long. Like ritual, consummated by amalgamated breaths that shine through a winter night, our touch is the conduit through which color deluges a reminiscent scene, one I've lived a million times and would live a million more if I could. We create significance in each pause between words and the harshest truths fade in what we leave unsaid. But melancholy still lives in the margins of the romance that finds its way through my corroded vocal chords, guiding every movement of my fingers as they brush through the gold of your hair.
Mar 19, 2021
Mar 19, 2021 at 5:02 PM UTC