Writing Prompt Honesty of water

ModernGold7ne

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Here's a challenge;
Make a poem using the title's theme.

As per custom, I go first.

When mother sky is at peace with no clouds to show,
Aunty sea is kind and gently touches my shore,
And when mother sky is asleep,
Aunty sea helps carry her stars,
Whenever it's a stormy day,
Aunty sea acts enraged,
Striking my shores with mighty force,
Whenever I'm clean,
She litters on me,
For she doesn't like empty things,
If I'm happy about the gift,
She acts surprised and says it's hers,
But why is she so mean,
Is it because I'm constantly called a beach,
It cannot be so,
I'm sure that's just how she is,
She probably doesn't know how I feel.​
 

DarkeReises

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im too lazy to make some poem about making a woman pregnant and her water breaking, so someone do it for me
 

ConansWitchBaby

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As honest as water I should be, poems elude me no matter how much thought I put into them.
 

ThrillingHuman

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I thought I knew you well,
I thought my mind was clear;
I was bewitched, I fear,
Confused under your spell.

And now my heart just sings;
These paltry measly tunes
Of times fragile as dunes
In deserts, led by winds.

I thought it was a spring
Of water crystal clear.
How wrong, of course, my dear,
But beatiful a dream.

But filled already quota,
This feeling was so brief,
My heart will not believe
In honesty of water.
 

T.K._Paradox

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I hold no sweet venom, nor a savory ruse.

No sour envy, just a non bitter truth.

Though I run with no legs, and branch with no roots.

Purfied or Filtered I am the best to choose.

I trick not your pallette or body with fancy labels.

For I am in reality, and not a marketing fable.
 

Ymadthepirate

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Water taste good
It helps the poor nig - in the hood
Water tastes like cum and salt
I love water
 

Ilikewaterkusa

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Here's a challenge;
Make a poem using the title's theme.

As per custom, I go first.

When mother sky is at peace with no clouds to show,
Aunty sea is kind and gently touches my shore,
And when mother sky is asleep,
Aunty sea helps carry her stars,
Whenever it's a stormy day,
Aunty sea acts enraged,
Striking my shores with mighty force,
Whenever I'm clean,
She litters on me,
For she doesn't like empty things,
If I'm happy about the gift,
She acts surprised and says it's hers,
But why is she so mean,
Is it because I'm constantly called a beach,
It cannot be so,
I'm sure that's just how she is,
She probably doesn't know how I feel.​
Water is not honest
Water is bust
Swear on yeezy
You got no money
Water ain’t shit
YEET
 

RepresentingCaution

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Songs count as poems. This one goes to the tune of "Our God is an Awesome God"

Your Mom is a thirsty Mom
She wants to drink water
To make more milk for you
Your Mom is a thirsty Mom
 
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In honesty of water, I tested the waters.
Tapped my toe on the river, my its so cold.
Who would have thought that it looked shallow
But hides so deep the skeletons within its body.
Down was laid and sank into the muddy waters.
There are no angels. No mermaids to pretty you.
But there are thorny alage blooming, itching
And in there, the shadows hid in the dark corners.
 
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Here's a challenge;
Make a poem using the title's theme.

As per custom, I go first.

When mother sky is at peace with no clouds to show,
Aunty sea is kind and gently touches my shore,
And when mother sky is asleep,
Aunty sea helps carry her stars,
Whenever it's a stormy day,
Aunty sea acts enraged,
Striking my shores with mighty force,
Whenever I'm clean,
She litters on me,
For she doesn't like empty things,
If I'm happy about the gift,
She acts surprised and says it's hers,
But why is she so mean,
Is it because I'm constantly called a beach,
It cannot be so,
I'm sure that's just how she is,
She probably doesn't know how I feel.​
MAN
You came to me softly seeping
Of hazy lights and sights crystal clear
I did not know then, you were weeping
Neath that smile so dear.

WOMAN
I told you I loved you
As we kissed under the mistletoe boughs
But my heart could not bear the vice
Of my whispered lies

Home now but brick and mortar
With a hostile presence of emptiness
We never should try to sense
The honesty of water.
 

Frank-9976

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im too lazy to make some poem about making a woman pregnant and her water breaking, so someone do it for me

When will the baby come?
There's only one way to tell.
There's an honesty to water,
It'll come when she's a well.
 
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