Wet Poems - Poems about Wet

...On this majestic month of May, The clouds have conspired with the sun in a mist of golden gray, Like a toxic forbidden love that fights to stay, Wishing to birth magic yet creating an agonizing f......Read the rest...

...New day spring has sprung prequel before cleansing Father so cleanses the air evaporated wet air rain with raindrops of cooling rain this thing falls we thank Him advance for sunshine as ......Read the rest...

...The clink aches not echoes Echo Echo I am scared Why are you Taking taking taking The knife Why You said You don't like like Him you never did you said Hun hun hun hun hun hun hun ......Read the rest...

...I was buried in a tomb for unknown persons. When I was alive I knew nothing of this life. Now that I'm dead I seem to have acquired it all. My heartless mother abandoned me, unwanted, Left me on ......Read the rest...

...Beneath the pall of an eldritch moon, the library, a mausoleum of forgotten epochs, loomed ominously. Its silhouette, birth......Read the rest...

...In bold, your name, I will write at the back of my mind Painting your face in pink at its front. My heart has known to love No other but you; My soul craves No other but you; In the cold nig......Read the rest...

...Rain is coming soon Wet season is approaching Farmers in jovial.......Read the rest...

... It started thousands of ages ago, when He had only just begun. His creativetly was beyond all thought, it was just divine. If one looks over the many years, we can see His handy work a......Read the rest...

...Spring is on it's way out, with warmer days on the horizon. Summer is a great time of the year, sleeping in from school ~ hooray. Splashing fun time at the pool or beach, to cookouts of ......Read the rest...

...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I close my eyes with the sound of rain, it splatters in puddles, on the rain gutter, sharp patter on metal, dull sound on concrete, softly drumming olean......Read the rest...

...Visceral incantation from onyx velvet lips, moan, groan, to twist my bits as a witch. Salem pyre ancient oak standing the edifice, wrist shackled chains gather round vile cultist. Breast ......Read the rest...

...I want to write dirty and convoluted, connected and wet And in the mess of my words Feel the stain run down Over the nice clean ordered objective, detached From the structure you claim to know......Read the rest...

...Last night together baby, pains my core. One two three four, one two three four. La la la la la, la life is gonna stop. La la la la la, la husk is gonna rot. Festering in my basement, shh baby ......Read the rest...

...Oh Mondseer: the muck cob brie muenster saga..., crafted when Wallace and Gromit returned from their trip to the moon, which I can prov-olone huck curd (within Trump con feta ration) – as......Read the rest...

...The sorrow bird Sings to no living thing But the rain. It Shakes its wet wings So one day it might fly Away to a new perch So lovely and dry ......Read the rest...