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Rules: Write a poem for national poetry month on the topic or form described. Each poem should appear as a separate reply to this thread. The goal is to, at the end of the month, have written 30 poems for National Poetry Month.
Topic: Write about anything, so long as someone in your poem has their thirst quenched.
Form: Any
Line Requirement: At least 4
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The Deep End
You started early, then got surly,
demanding another round.
You went way off the deep end,
and may as well have drowned.
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Time was
when an hour cut the eye strings
from out of change
while change tended to its finger-tipped saint.
And mankind groaned
its fabulous groan across a diversional sky.
By chance
and one-eyed once upon its time,
twilight turned
a blind corner to the several stars;
out of nowhere
my liar’s skull cracked open to its pearl:
a sudden infant
flowering like a thief at the end of time,
wrenching suck
from the weather’s brainy teat,
until time stops
on the one thin dime of apocalypse.
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She made herself a glass,
but it didn’t taste as well;
almost as if her friends
had a secret ingredient.
How could they?
It’s only water.
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Quenched/Atoned
In late October 1973
Egypt’s Third Army
trapped on its own side
of the Suez Canal
without fresh water
was dying of thirst.
That year’s war had shown
that though unsuccessful
Egypt had proved not contemptible
so that when cease-fire arrived
and fresh water once again
began to flow
Egypt’s humiliated wish
to annihilate Israel
was quenched along with Israel’s
bloodily atoned-for disrespect
and peace like fresh water
could likewise begin to flow.
Non-practicing atheist
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Stop whining you asked for this.
There's no reason to finish.
You could have only done one.
You wanted to suck the fun
out of creativity.
Trash is all your practicing.
Put some effort into it.
You twit.
Peanut butter honey banana sandwiches
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04-23-2022, 03:42 AM
(This post was last modified: 04-23-2022, 03:48 AM by RiverNotch.)
Maybe tomorrow my throat
won't be so dry, my heart
won't be so vacant, my loins
won't be so ardent. I'm sure tomorrow
I won't be a desert: she'll be a gazelle
prancing in the grass
growing on my loins, lapping up drink
from the life-giving spring
that bursts in my heart, and bathing
in the rain of praises pouring
from my throat. Tomorrow, she and I
will host a chosen nation.
