Poems from the first poetry competition.
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Water - Poem by KingRyan Water The water flows like the wind,
softly changing the earth.
It creates valleys and shortens mountains,
and is with us from our birth. Water flows along with our dreams,
shaping our minds.
Ever following our every move,
It is the life-sources for all kinds. Without it we would not exist,
our lives would just be dry.
Plants and trees would wither and die,
And we wouldn't be able to cry. And so I end this watery poem,
With a note of thanks.
For every drop that has passed my lips,
Or filled the rivers banks. KingRyan
Water Works in Mysterious Ways - Haiku by EstelThe liquid of life,
but can end it for many.
Quite an enigma
Water - Poem by j4sonCarressing the land, swishing in the sand
Clears my mind or at least I pretend
As bands of time ripple in wake of my hand
Flowin, spillin, rollin
down hills and in oceans
makes the late day a perfect lotion
Sit back and rewind,
sittin still lost in time
Moving over rolling down
as I hear the wakes rolling sound
Playing the beats the land won't know.
It rolls like the wind,
Crashes like a wave
It is the only sauve of a terrible day.
Water, it's the only way.
A Warning Word - Poem by ubertunaWater is a double edged sword,
So let me give this warning word.
In small amounts it will give life,
But it is as deadly as a knife.
So do not swim in oceans deep,
The price to pay is far too steep.
An assassin in disguise,
Deep water leads surely to demise.
Darkness and Love - Poem by thepyro222my world is torn by darkness and love,
when will I see the dove?
My life, faith doth mock,
They throw me around like a tattered smock,
cupid why hast thou pierced me with thy arrow and bow?
Thou hast staggered me to and fro,
But love is burned by searing hate,
again, mock me, doth mine fate,
my world is torn by darkness and love,
when will I see the dove?
Pirates - Something by KlaushouseI LIKE PIRATES THEY ARE COOL
L IKE A GOD, THEY DON'T GO TO SCHOOL
I THINK THEY ROCK SO HARDCORE
K ICKING ASS IF YOUR RICH OR POOR
E VEN IF YOU OFFER THEM CASH
P UNT YOU IN THE FACE AND THEN A SLASH
I N THE OCEAN YOUR HEAD WILL GO
R OCKING H-CORE IS THE WAY THEY FLOW
A LONG THE WATER THEY SAIL ALL DAY
T HE ONLY THING THAT STOPS THEM IS A SEXY LADEY
E VEN IF THIS ISN'T 100% RELATED TO WATER
S EXY PIRATES ROCK AND CAPS LOCK ROCKS.. ER!
Water is Uber Pwnage -Something by RicadorI like water.
Water is fun
Yay for water
Water is uber pwnage
I like water
Pure as the Water -Poem by TomasLacerdaWe live for love
we fight for love
we die for love
and often, love is even stronger
than the will to keep yourself alive
despite the will to survive
as the people that are the hardest to love
usually are the ones who needed the most
afraid to eventually become a ghost
true love is pure
pure as the water
often a motive, for a vengeance slaughter
Flow -Poem by ialwayswinThe water flows threw the river bank
as it goes to the new filled tank
refreshing the mind and even the soul
keeping me alive without a toll
The ocean pollution is ruining the earth
no more water that will break for birth
I hope for nothing more than the suns rays
along with a fresh glass of water to stay
One last wish before I go
as long as I let you know
chances will come and go
as long as you keep the water flow
Drink Water! - Poem by firetail_madnessWater is pure
It's for the soul
Drink a lot
Or you'll turn into a ghoul.
Water - Poem by MissingTeddyHansenWater.. Wait--- Water ??
We drink it, right? Or does it seem to matter?
As I can see, in our planet, it's the only element,
That seem to give one's life some refreshment..
It puts out the fire, to say the least,
And can make our lives a happy feast..
But can you handle the heat,
That's your life that you can't repeat?
As it gracefully dances,
It could wash away dog feces..
So tell me now, except with the latter,
Are you drinking 8 glasses of water?
Blue - Poem by ManUtd4life096
Blue is is the color of the ocean's depth and sky,
Blue is the color of everything high.
Blue is color of the Earth from outer space,
Blue is the color of a whale's place.
Blue is the color of ponds and rivers,
and the color of frozen livers.
It is true,
And that is why I can't stop thinking about Blue!
A Falling Drop -Poem by MarbroA single drop falls and ripples
Becoming one with the present water
No way to tell a difference
To see the beginning, or the end
For they are one and are the same
Falling down into the puddle
That is where all things must go
A single drop melds into the rest
Rejoined again with water old
No distinction from all else
That is what the watcher sees
So why the choice of one or another
They're all the same within a sea
Surface tension pulls together
That is how I feel of you
No reason for these feelings
We're just together in a room
It's falling now to join the others
But not alone, fall two by two
Why this happens I cannot know
All I know is to be with you
Where the real danger lies-
poem by oscynkIt does not lie in the shadows
It does not lie in the raging fires
It does not lie in the trembling earth
It lies in one place and one place only
the WATER
It lies here because even if you see it as calm and peaceful
in only a moment it turns
and becomes as dark as the other side of our souls
and as cold and unforgiving as the other side of the moon
It is an unescabable trap
you struggle and struggle but can't find the surface
you go under
you wan't to to touch ground but you can't
you get swallowed by the gushing, swirling, VIOLENT
water
This is where the real danger lies!