"irrigating" poems - Hello Poetry

Vim and vinegar. Lushously loose and lulling a ligation of love. A pretense of pompous pretentiousness priming a primal powderkeg. Destructive dictation diseased the dowry daunting a demons debate. Imagine an image irrigating an interesting irritation. A common citizen creating a carcinogenic cacophony.

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Apr 12, 2016

Apr 12, 2016 at 10:46 PM UTC

hurble-b-burble

Vim and vinegar.

Vim and vinegar. Lushously loose and lulling a ligation of love. A pretense of pompous pretentiousness priming a primal powderkeg. Destructive dictation diseased the dowry daunting a demons debate. Imagine an image irrigating an interesting irritation. A common citizen creating a carcinogenic cacophony.

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Why am like kid to dance on my father's grave. Why am not sure about my fallen story of love. Maybe the passerby call me crazy of course they are not sure about who I am. But they need to know the truth and the world needs to know all but still my mind is allergic on there quotes. The world is truly nothing as it gives me reasons to back in my sorrow gracias. Really our clan is not like wheels, so that we can back in our blood shed, and paint our feathers with the curse of black allies. But please reflect on me, from my family grave I grew, in eyes of my heart murders I make my roots and again with the hands of my neck slaughters we make our land green by irrigating it with forgiveness and remembrance. Now you can understand how my pain is my back pack that seek my joy but still be my burden to bring me down of my crown. My king size my rope, there still a farm we need to renovate and tighten our knots so that the eyes keept at us many needs to change. As we grow we will understand, once we were church mates later we became killers and others became hunts, once we were brothers later we fights in court, once we were Brothers later we became enemies, haters, and nightmare living. From my pain I saw my light, I ended up smiling, my God served my soul and brought united Really they fought, they cured our wombs, they rescued our blood, they vallued our land, and seek my happiness again. Again we ate our bread with juice instead of roots and thirst, we made it sadly to make happy land ancestry DNA. Let's build together, let's continue our strategy straight forward to our motto. I see my lights starting and my vow renewals with my heart beeping maybe am winning and my sword will protect rather than shaddind our blood with innocents soul. I see Victorious holding victory and the victory is my pride and that's our light.

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Apr 8, 2022

Apr 8, 2022 at 4:43 AM UTC

JeanLouisSegoe

MASKED SORROW

Why am like kid to dance on my father's grave. Why am not sure about my fallen story of love. Maybe the passerby call me crazy of course they are not sure about who I am. But they need to know the truth and the world needs to know all but still my mind is allergic on there quotes. The world is truly nothing as it gives me reasons to back in my sorrow gracias. Really our clan is not like wheels, so that we can back in our blood shed, and paint our feathers with the curse of black allies. But please reflect on me, from my family grave I grew, in eyes of my heart murders I make my roots and again with the hands of my neck slaughters we make our land green by irrigating it with forgiveness and remembrance. Now you can understand how my pain is my back pack that seek my joy but still be my burden to bring me down of my crown. My king size my rope, there still a farm we need to renovate and tighten our knots so that the eyes keept at us many needs to change. As we grow we will understand, once we were church mates later we became killers and others became hunts, once we were brothers later we fights in court, once we were Brothers later we became enemies, haters, and nightmare living. From my pain I saw my light, I ended up smiling, my God served my soul and brought united Really they fought, they cured our wombs, they rescued our blood, they vallued our land, and seek my happiness again. Again we ate our bread with juice instead of roots and thirst, we made it sadly to make happy land ancestry DNA. Let's build together, let's continue our strategy straight forward to our motto. I see my lights starting and my vow renewals with my heart beeping maybe am winning and my sword will protect rather than shaddind our blood with innocents soul. I see Victorious holding victory and the victory is my pride and that's our light.

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I cried these dirges brashly, After these long nights While my skin cracks; Irrigating it with my dry tears By the desperate harmattan; My cries are a rustling of leaves under a sun That never fades- washing my face in strict rays Its attendance is long overstayed; Resting on my absent mind I sit outside in the world’s Quick-witted; criticizing eyes Weeping proudly without a rush of blinking tears; This everyday world isn’t my beloved home to own- A shelter neglecting to cover my nakedness I sit outside in the world’s Quick-witted; criticizing eyes With a tiny cloth left damp, sodden and weary By the stretched tears flowing down my bare ******* The world quickly suckles on my grief – Biting, pulling, and scarring them by their buds calling it all fair by its, “Budding remarks” With the goalmouth of getting itself full up; Never nursing the agony. Oh, how my heart hurts!

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Jul 4, 2024

Jul 4, 2024 at 2:22 PM UTC

OddOdysseyPoet

Hymns To a Sad African Woman

I cried these dirges brashly, After these long nights While my skin cracks; Irrigating it with my dry tears By the desperate harmattan; My cries are a rustling of leaves under a sun That never fades- washing my face in strict rays Its attendance is long overstayed; Resting on my absent mind I sit outside in the world’s Quick-witted; criticizing eyes Weeping proudly without a rush of blinking tears; This everyday world isn’t my beloved home to own- A shelter neglecting to cover my nakedness I sit outside in the world’s Quick-witted; criticizing eyes With a tiny cloth left damp, sodden and weary By the stretched tears flowing down my bare ******* The world quickly suckles on my grief – Biting, pulling, and scarring them by their buds calling it all fair by its, “Budding remarks” With the goalmouth of getting itself full up; Never nursing the agony. Oh, how my heart hurts!

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I wish we could ... live the love as we write it ... as i always sending to you ... as i desired it ... and dreamed ... so we can irrigate our souls ... instead of irrigating ... the lines from it ... sweetheart ... Our souls are so thirsty ... and it needs ... it's water's love ... but ... the lines are flowering with love and meeting ... with all words ... yes my angel ... who stole me from my all times ... you stole even ... all my days and nights ... love you ... hazem al ...

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Dec 9, 2022

Dec 9, 2022 at 5:32 AM UTC

hazem-al-jaber

I wish ...

I wish we could ... live the love as we write it ... as i always sending to you ... as i desired it ... and dreamed ... so we can irrigate our souls ... instead of irrigating ... the lines from it ... sweetheart ... Our souls are so thirsty ... and it needs ... it's water's love ... but ... the lines are flowering with love and meeting ... with all words ... yes my angel ... who stole me from my all times ... you stole even ... all my days and nights ... love you ... hazem al ...

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A DEDICATORY ODE in NINE STANZAS Ἀπόλλων μουσηγέτης Ye NaPoWriMoids, hear my prayer let's mix our metaphors and dare as fragrant smoke ascends the sky, offend some readers by and by. Apollo—grant me rocket fuel to launch into your stratosphere. Athena—by your wisdom, rule and whisper in my waiting ear. Receive this bright poetic spark And let the Nine, as one, inspire transform this puddle, stagnant, dark, from sludge to pure Promethean fire. Thou Father of Olympus, bless our paltry April offering: a dubious cybernetic mess composed of poets' suffering. I'll sing of waters fair (and foul), uncork my potions for your ears while Dionysus' Maenads howl banishing winter's remnant fears. A radiant poetic flush beams forth from every laureled face. The springs of Babel: let them gush and bathe our souls in lyric grace. A product line in low demand, the blogosphere: our public forum; quorum one man short of ****** where verses vie with vague decorum. Consult your muse—then let it flow; a rain of primaveral dreams whose rivulets descend below and swell the tributary streams to flooding verses, transcendental irrigating, bringing life (though some are merely excremental. Foaming sewage... ask my wife).

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Apr 1, 2017

Apr 1, 2017 at 1:29 PM UTC

connecthook

To the Nine

A DEDICATORY ODE in NINE STANZAS Ἀπόλλων μουσηγέτης Ye NaPoWriMoids, hear my prayer let's mix our metaphors and dare as fragrant smoke ascends the sky, offend some readers by and by. Apollo—grant me rocket fuel to launch into your stratosphere. Athena—by your wisdom, rule and whisper in my waiting ear. Receive this bright poetic spark And let the Nine, as one, inspire transform this puddle, stagnant, dark, from sludge to pure Promethean fire. Thou Father of Olympus, bless our paltry April offering: a dubious cybernetic mess composed of poets' suffering. I'll sing of waters fair (and foul), uncork my potions for your ears while Dionysus' Maenads howl banishing winter's remnant fears. A radiant poetic flush beams forth from every laureled face. The springs of Babel: let them gush and bathe our souls in lyric grace. A product line in low demand, the blogosphere: our public forum; quorum one man short of ****** where verses vie with vague decorum. Consult your muse—then let it flow; a rain of primaveral dreams whose rivulets descend below and swell the tributary streams to flooding verses, transcendental irrigating, bringing life (though some are merely excremental. Foaming sewage... ask my wife).

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I touched water yesterday white and cold, purposely hardened by pugnaciously low temperatures fighting to withhold the solid fluid against a thieving star, roaring sweltering rays to melt, moulded men made of snow, as the girl grew disappointed expecting whipped cream texture, lack of softness, digging deep with fingers covered in gloves, to make ***** to throw at others who will smile at the jovial play, insensitive to the endeavours of the eroded mountain modelled by many million years of scorching suns, blistering winds, blizzards freezing falls as they cascade, sculptures made by nature crossed by bridges, so heavenward drivers succumb to overwhelming giddiness before entering an endless claustrophobic tunnel, where science laboratories hide secrets of the universe under a three thousand meter elevated rock. The Great Rock of Italy an immense park, where protected species graze unscathed, farmers’ labours engender culinary delights for an imprisoned dictator, while physicists discover neutrinos beating light at a dashing race, and Ladyhawke mutates to fly over a nocturnal vagabonding wolf. I touched water yesterday, white and cold, and I could only imagine the enthralling moment when spring will come and all shall liquesce to replenish rivers and lakes, irrigating soils for centenary trees to blossom once again granting life to living creatures witnessing the grand spectacle of perfectly attuned cycles.

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Feb 4, 2018

Feb 4, 2018 at 5:21 AM UTC

aurorakastanias

The Great Rock

I touched water yesterday white and cold, purposely hardened by pugnaciously low temperatures fighting to withhold the solid fluid against a thieving star, roaring sweltering rays to melt, moulded men made of snow, as the girl grew disappointed expecting whipped cream texture, lack of softness, digging deep with fingers covered in gloves, to make ***** to throw at others who will smile at the jovial play, insensitive to the endeavours of the eroded mountain modelled by many million years of scorching suns, blistering winds, blizzards freezing falls as they cascade, sculptures made by nature crossed by bridges, so heavenward drivers succumb to overwhelming giddiness before entering an endless claustrophobic tunnel, where science laboratories hide secrets of the universe under a three thousand meter elevated rock. The Great Rock of Italy an immense park, where protected species graze unscathed, farmers’ labours engender culinary delights for an imprisoned dictator, while physicists discover neutrinos beating light at a dashing race, and Ladyhawke mutates to fly over a nocturnal vagabonding wolf. I touched water yesterday, white and cold, and I could only imagine the enthralling moment when spring will come and all shall liquesce to replenish rivers and lakes, irrigating soils for centenary trees to blossom once again granting life to living creatures witnessing the grand spectacle of perfectly attuned cycles.

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Irritants need irrigating, like plants need watering like the sun needs the moon and the stars depend on their own brilliance. The hardest thing about being an irritant, is your own awareness of it and your own desperate need to irrigate.

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Jun 9, 2018

Jun 9, 2018 at 9:54 PM UTC

autumn-shayse

Irrigate.

Irritants need irrigating, like plants need watering like the sun needs the moon and the stars depend on their own brilliance. The hardest thing about being an irritant, is your own awareness of it and your own desperate need to irrigate.

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Trees swinging and swaying Winter wings bellowing Fallen leafs collecting More time to spend raking What becomes of a garden without its green? Once we met but have parted ways The sorries, forgive mes and I love yous we once said Lasted no longer than the spring rains But the memories made always stays Stay to make days long and nights cold To make life somewhat lonesome Relationships and trees I don't see much differences Both grow and flourish in spring Wither and shed with the Winder's dry wind Requiring much care, nursing and tending Still without assurance of surviving I have made a handful of friends A garden I intend to proudly tend All broken branches to bind and mend Its green must know no end I am irrigating till spring comes around again.

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Dec 6, 2015

Dec 6, 2015 at 9:15 AM UTC

tee2emm

THE GARDEN OF RELATIONSHIP

Trees swinging and swaying Winter wings bellowing Fallen leafs collecting More time to spend raking What becomes of a garden without its green? Once we met but have parted ways The sorries, forgive mes and I love yous we once said Lasted no longer than the spring rains But the memories made always stays Stay to make days long and nights cold To make life somewhat lonesome Relationships and trees I don't see much differences Both grow and flourish in spring Wither and shed with the Winder's dry wind Requiring much care, nursing and tending Still without assurance of surviving I have made a handful of friends A garden I intend to proudly tend All broken branches to bind and mend Its green must know no end I am irrigating till spring comes around again.

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Even the last glint. visible to me has escaped into the dark. far away. And the only silhouette of the silver light, i was holding. around the darkest corner has vanished suddenly. somewhere deep. leaving no sign of it for me. to trace it. The cold winds have changed their direction. to annihilate the already wounded me. My vulnerabilities are at the peak today. But the winds come close and caress me. Instead of hurting deep. Oh ! I know the winds. Today. even they pity me. and my helplessness. "Bright. beautiful. comprising all the hues. Blooming beyond seasons. round the clock. Irrigating me somehow. making me bloom. The only flower. i was loving from distance. has now a bee to sing songs around it. To taste its nectar. no less than an elixir." I'm cold. numb. with restlessness around. My eyes should shed tears. unceasingly. But there's nothing left inside. all parched. They're staring at the sky. the night sky. for it may catch. at least the tail of hope there. moving around. under the veil of darkness. Pale. squeezed. much gloomy today. I can see the moon with cracks. tonight. Gazing me from the distance. with no blink. I can feel tears rolling down from it. The stars have also dimmed their light today. All mourning for me. shattering down around. The Spring is going out of my palms. and the Autumn is no more carrying beauty. Rain drops no more heals. instead ****** me. I no more able to see summer sun melting against her light. The winter frost has already captured my heart. The seasons have changed in a while. suddenly. The feeling are scratching my heart deep. The memories are making it heavy enough. And I wish to pull this pumping object out. Hurt is something certain to happen. All I can try is to lessen it. I did. failed. I loved her and thought. she would do the same.

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Jan 10, 2018

Jan 10, 2018 at 3:00 AM UTC

vishalwrites

I can weave a forlorn verse today.

Even the last glint. visible to me has escaped into the dark. far away. And the only silhouette of the silver light, i was holding. around the darkest corner has vanished suddenly. somewhere deep. leaving no sign of it for me. to trace it. The cold winds have changed their direction. to annihilate the already wounded me. My vulnerabilities are at the peak today. But the winds come close and caress me. Instead of hurting deep. Oh ! I know the winds. Today. even they pity me. and my helplessness. "Bright. beautiful. comprising all the hues. Blooming beyond seasons. round the clock. Irrigating me somehow. making me bloom. The only flower. i was loving from distance. has now a bee to sing songs around it. To taste its nectar. no less than an elixir." I'm cold. numb. with restlessness around. My eyes should shed tears. unceasingly. But there's nothing left inside. all parched. They're staring at the sky. the night sky. for it may catch. at least the tail of hope there. moving around. under the veil of darkness. Pale. squeezed. much gloomy today. I can see the moon with cracks. tonight. Gazing me from the distance. with no blink. I can feel tears rolling down from it. The stars have also dimmed their light today. All mourning for me. shattering down around. The Spring is going out of my palms. and the Autumn is no more carrying beauty. Rain drops no more heals. instead ****** me. I no more able to see summer sun melting against her light. The winter frost has already captured my heart. The seasons have changed in a while. suddenly. The feeling are scratching my heart deep. The memories are making it heavy enough. And I wish to pull this pumping object out. Hurt is something certain to happen. All I can try is to lessen it. I did. failed. I loved her and thought. she would do the same.

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Morning comes ... a sunken night left ... within my mind's ship ... carried all my thoughts ... which i wrote ... on my moon's night ... in my lonely sky ... with it's stars ... wrote it as whispers ... and all talks about you ... about the love which i live ... which i feel ... and how i think ... about the meet ... me and you ... till the sun rised up ... with it smile ... and it's warm ... to give it's happiness ... to my heart ... by irrigating it by love ... as it gives a joy ... to all flowers ... with every dew's drop ... to start it job ... by giving it's aroma ... to every lover's breathe ... with every new morning ... to live this happiness ... all the day ... sweetheart ... morning comes ... came just because of us ... only for you and me ... to share our love ... as every morning ... we share our breathes ... by sipping our morning's coffee ... as every day ... good morning my lady ... the reality lady ... whom i dress all my life ... love you ... hazem al ...

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Nov 14, 2017

Nov 14, 2017 at 3:02 AM UTC

hazem-al-jaber

Morning comes ...

Morning comes ... a sunken night left ... within my mind's ship ... carried all my thoughts ... which i wrote ... on my moon's night ... in my lonely sky ... with it's stars ... wrote it as whispers ... and all talks about you ... about the love which i live ... which i feel ... and how i think ... about the meet ... me and you ... till the sun rised up ... with it smile ... and it's warm ... to give it's happiness ... to my heart ... by irrigating it by love ... as it gives a joy ... to all flowers ... with every dew's drop ... to start it job ... by giving it's aroma ... to every lover's breathe ... with every new morning ... to live this happiness ... all the day ... sweetheart ... morning comes ... came just because of us ... only for you and me ... to share our love ... as every morning ... we share our breathes ... by sipping our morning's coffee ... as every day ... good morning my lady ... the reality lady ... whom i dress all my life ... love you ... hazem al ...

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Would that ...! Blessing morning ... only with you ... how beautiful ... to start my day ... while your vision ... dancing between my eyes ... while i'm still in my bed ... to start my morning ... with a sweet smile ... because of you sweetheart ... and to start my morning ... with a happiness smile ... never get ever before ... at my face and my shinny eyes ... while i'm still into my warm bed ... yes sweet angle mine ... you are with me ... right now ... there where i'm dancing ... within my imagination ... with you ... into our passion's theater ... while we melting ... one into the other ... to start a happiness ... while we feeling ... the love ... and make it ... as we both need ... Oh sweetheart mine ... wish you are now ... with me ... as my imagination drew ... to feel your heart's warm ... and to hear it beats ... while i'm hugging you ... and irrigating from your lips ... Oh babe ... miss you so ... and long to you ... to your aroma's breathes ... and your sweet soft touch ... would love babe ... to give you more love ... good morning sweet love ... yours ... hazem al ...

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Oct 4, 2018

Oct 4, 2018 at 2:37 AM UTC

hazem-al-jaber

Would that ...!

Would that ...! Blessing morning ... only with you ... how beautiful ... to start my day ... while your vision ... dancing between my eyes ... while i'm still in my bed ... to start my morning ... with a sweet smile ... because of you sweetheart ... and to start my morning ... with a happiness smile ... never get ever before ... at my face and my shinny eyes ... while i'm still into my warm bed ... yes sweet angle mine ... you are with me ... right now ... there where i'm dancing ... within my imagination ... with you ... into our passion's theater ... while we melting ... one into the other ... to start a happiness ... while we feeling ... the love ... and make it ... as we both need ... Oh sweetheart mine ... wish you are now ... with me ... as my imagination drew ... to feel your heart's warm ... and to hear it beats ... while i'm hugging you ... and irrigating from your lips ... Oh babe ... miss you so ... and long to you ... to your aroma's breathes ... and your sweet soft touch ... would love babe ... to give you more love ... good morning sweet love ... yours ... hazem al ...

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I start From mounts High up Innocent as a little one I chatter and bicker along I carry people and cultures I am a brook I flow youthfully Through the vales The sunshine plays in my Glowing waters From pines to banyans I see everyone I carry messages galore I am a brook Lover's delight Touch me nots Grow by me They tell me the beauty And innocence Of the blossom Of love In peoples heart I carry immense love Oh I am a brook I enter the planes Having nourished Many people Along my journey As a loving mother A student and A lover A teacher And businessman And a farmer and a preacher All rub shoulders As they cross my Vast expanse In a steamer Conversations of life Irrigating lands Bringing a smile To people's faces So much I do After I enter into The brimming river Oh I was a brook Men come and go Some carve a place for themselves But I go on forever Getting lost into the Mighty river My glorious destiny Every moment!

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Jan 11, 2018

Jan 11, 2018 at 10:31 AM UTC

amit-narayan-satpathy

A brook

I start From mounts High up Innocent as a little one I chatter and bicker along I carry people and cultures I am a brook I flow youthfully Through the vales The sunshine plays in my Glowing waters From pines to banyans I see everyone I carry messages galore I am a brook Lover's delight Touch me nots Grow by me They tell me the beauty And innocence Of the blossom Of love In peoples heart I carry immense love Oh I am a brook I enter the planes Having nourished Many people Along my journey As a loving mother A student and A lover A teacher And businessman And a farmer and a preacher All rub shoulders As they cross my Vast expanse In a steamer Conversations of life Irrigating lands Bringing a smile To people's faces So much I do After I enter into The brimming river Oh I was a brook Men come and go Some carve a place for themselves But I go on forever Getting lost into the Mighty river My glorious destiny Every moment!

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Have you ever said "Forever and Always" to a dear one? But it hasn't worked out Just maybe, Just maybe, There's a, another chance down the road, To satisfy that solemn promise. Through irrigating an arid desert - Over the years; Constant metamorphosis; Persistent photosynthesis. And finally- A xerophyte inhabits the ground. Aligning everything in the hazardous atmosphere. -Nuha Alli

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May 2, 2018

May 2, 2018 at 11:18 AM UTC

NuhaA

There's no true en...d

Have you ever said "Forever and Always" to a dear one? But it hasn't worked out Just maybe, Just maybe, There's a, another chance down the road, To satisfy that solemn promise. Through irrigating an arid desert - Over the years; Constant metamorphosis; Persistent photosynthesis. And finally- A xerophyte inhabits the ground. Aligning everything in the hazardous atmosphere. -Nuha Alli

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