Water poems-poems about water that is naturally occurring (not pools or fountains)
Creek
I angrily
throw my coat on.
I half run
down to
Six Mile Creek,
needing a place to be alone.
I shove my hood off.
Sounds flood in.
Water sounds like hard rain,
or a rattle.
Strangely,
it's like a lullaby.
I calm down.
A twig spins around a bubble
until the bubble
pops.
Foam dances around,
twirling and
colliding.
Greenish brown water
makes glistening hills
as it runs over
rocks.
I kick a stone in,
and it makes a little
splash before little bubbles
flee to the top,
popping
on the surface.
The last of my anger sinks with that stone.
I dip my hand in,
just curious.
Wet
Cold
Sharp
Pain
flashes through my head.
I dig my hand into
my pocket and
curl it into
a fist.
I breath in the cold air,
relishing the fresh sweetness.
I walk home,
every atom in me
loving that creek.
Loving the world.
Rush
Water rushes in,
The wind its partner
The rocks its enemy.
A leaf floats down and disappears
Into pounding waves.
Rain
Today someone in the sky
Is spinning the clouds into thin white threads
That are falling from the sky.
I reach out and try to twist
The silky strings around my finger,
My hand gets wet.
Rainy Night
Tonight it's lightly drizzling.
The sidewalk is wet and shiny.
The street lights reveal long threads of water, unwinding from the sky.
The rain lands and makes a white spark.
I listen to the murmur of my family's voices.
My dad walks up front.
With each step, the sole of his shoe sparkles, and leaves a shiny mark
on the sidewalk which soon disappears.
Then we walk up the stairs to our house, and go inside.
I angrily
throw my coat on.
I half run
down to
Six Mile Creek,
needing a place to be alone.
I shove my hood off.
Sounds flood in.
Water sounds like hard rain,
or a rattle.
Strangely,
it's like a lullaby.
I calm down.
A twig spins around a bubble
until the bubble
pops.
Foam dances around,
twirling and
colliding.
Greenish brown water
makes glistening hills
as it runs over
rocks.
I kick a stone in,
and it makes a little
splash before little bubbles
flee to the top,
popping
on the surface.
The last of my anger sinks with that stone.
I dip my hand in,
just curious.
Wet
Cold
Sharp
Pain
flashes through my head.
I dig my hand into
my pocket and
curl it into
a fist.
I breath in the cold air,
relishing the fresh sweetness.
I walk home,
every atom in me
loving that creek.
Loving the world.
Rush
Water rushes in,
The wind its partner
The rocks its enemy.
A leaf floats down and disappears
Into pounding waves.
Rain
Today someone in the sky
Is spinning the clouds into thin white threads
That are falling from the sky.
I reach out and try to twist
The silky strings around my finger,
My hand gets wet.
Rainy Night
Tonight it's lightly drizzling.
The sidewalk is wet and shiny.
The street lights reveal long threads of water, unwinding from the sky.
The rain lands and makes a white spark.
I listen to the murmur of my family's voices.
My dad walks up front.
With each step, the sole of his shoe sparkles, and leaves a shiny mark
on the sidewalk which soon disappears.
Then we walk up the stairs to our house, and go inside.