Water Poems | Poems About Water, A Necessity of Life

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    The Peace Of Wild Things Poem by Wendell Berry

    When despair grows in me
    and I wake in the night at the least sound
    in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
    I go and lie down where the wood drake
    rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
    I come into the peace of wild things
    who do not tax their lives with forethought
    of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
    And I feel above me the day-blind stars
    waiting for their light. For a time
    I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

     

     

    Consummation Of Grief Poem by Charles Bukowski

    I even hear the mountains
    the way they laugh
    up and down their blue sides
    and down in the water
    the fish cry
    and the water
    is their tears.
    I listen to the water
    on nights I drink away
    and the sadness becomes so great
    I hear it in my clock
    it becomes knobs upon my dresser
    it becomes paper on the floor
    it becomes a shoehorn
    a laundry ticket
    it becomes
    cigarette smoke
    climbing a chapel of dark vines. . .
    it matters little
    very little love is not so bad
    or very little life
    what counts
    is waiting on walls
    I was born for this
    I was born to hustle roses down the avenues of the dead.

     

     

    ‘in The Wave-Strike Over Unquiet Stones’ Poem by Pablo Neruda

    In the wave-strike over unquiet stones
    the brightness bursts and bears the rose
    and the ring of water contracts to a cluster
    to one drop of azure brine that falls.
    O magnolia radiance breaking in spume,
    magnetic voyager whose death flowers
    and returns, eternal, to being and nothingness:
    shattered brine, dazzling leap of the ocean.
    Merged, you and I, my love, seal the silence
    while the sea destroys its continual forms,
    collapses its turrets of wildness and whiteness,
    because in the weft of those unseen garments
    of headlong water, and perpetual sand,
    we bear the sole, relentless tenderness.

     

     

    Autumn River Song Poem by Li Po

    The moon shimmers in green water.
    White herons fly through the moonlight.

    The young man hears a girl gathering water-chestnuts:
    into the night, singing, they paddle home together.

    Li T’ai-po
    tr. Hamil

     

     

    Sonnet Xxxiv (You Are The Daughter Of The Sea) Poem by Pablo Neruda

    You are the daughter of the sea, oregano’s first cousin.
    Swimmer, your body is pure as the water;
    cook, your blood is quick as the soil.
    Everything you do is full of flowers, rich with the earth.

    Your eyes go out toward the water, and the waves rise;
    your hands go out to the earth and the seeds swell;
    you know the deep essence of water and the earth,
    conjoined in you like a formula for clay.

    Naiad: cut your body into turquoise pieces,
    they will bloom resurrected in the kitchen.
    This is how you become everything that lives.

    And so at last, you sleep, in the circle of my arms
    that push back the shadows so that you can rest-
    vegetables, seaweed, herbs: the foam of your dreams.

     

     

    Sea Calm Poem by Langston Hughes

    How still,
    How strangely still
    The water is today,
    It is not good
    For water
    To be so still that way.

     

     

    Sleep In The Arms Of God Poem by Dr. Antony Theodore

    On the banks of Ganges
    I sat in a serene and sombre mood
    Looking at the playful water
    as the wind like a great artist
    Draws playful lines and circles
    On the water.

    The wind
    Tickles the water
    And it laughs although I can’t hear.
    When the water laughs
    And jumps, it moves
    In lines and circles
    And then rushes swift to the shore.

    I sit there at the shore
    With my feet in the water
    And watch the lines and circles
    Reach and kiss my feet
    In reverent love.

    The wind is playful today
    And comes to my lips
    With a cold feathery touch
    And caresses my hair and I feel alive.
    It tells me about the sweet words
    Uttered by lovers on the shore
    Sharing their intimate feelings.

    Tonight I shall dream
    Of the symphony of the dancers
    And as in a fairy tale
    The lovers will come on this shore,
    Kiss a thousand kisses
    Tell love stories,
    Smile and lie on the lap of each other.

    I wish you, lovers of this shore
    Bliss, serenity and peace.
    Sleep here lovingly
    The night through.
    Let the glorious moon
    Pour its mild heavenly light on you.

    Sleep together lovingly in the arms of God.

     

     

    Any Soul That Drank The Nectar Poem by Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

    Any soul that drank the nectar of your passion was lifted.
    From that water of life he is in a state of elation.
    Death came, smelled me, and sensed your fragrance instead.
    From then on, death lost all hope of me.

     

     

    Along The Sun-Drenched Roadside Poem by Rainer Maria Rilke

    Along the sun-drenched roadside, from the great
    hollow half-treetrunk, which for generations
    has been a trough, renewing in itself
    an inch or two of rain, I satisfy
    my thirst: taking the water’s pristine coolness
    into my whole body through my wrists.
    Drinking would be too powerful, too clear;
    but this unhurried gesture of restraint
    fills my whole consciousness with shining water.

    Thus, if you came, I could be satisfied
    to let my hand rest lightly, for a moment,
    lightly, upon your shoulder or your breast.

     

     

    Once By The Pacific Poem by Robert Frost

    The shattered water made a misty din.
    Great waves looked over others coming in,
    And thought of doing something to the shore
    That water never did to land before.
    The clouds were low and hairy in the skies,
    Like locks blown forward in the gleam of eyes.
    You could not tell, and yet it looked as if
    The shore was lucky in being backed by cliff,
    The cliff in being backed by continent;
    It looked as if a night of dark intent
    Was coming, and not only a night, an age.
    Someone had better be prepared for rage.
    There would be more than ocean-water broken
    Before God’s last Put out the light was spoken.