7 Poems About Water

1. Take It For Granted?
   Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
   
   We take many things in life for granted
   And water is one of those things
   We have it all around us
   And do not realize all it brings.
   
   We have water in our oceans
   Water in the streams and lakes
   We use water each and every day
   To drink and to bake.
   
   But imagine if our water
   Become to polluted to use
   When we take things for granted
   We don't realize what we could lose.
   
   We owe it to our children
   And our grandchildren too
   To take care of our water
   In everything we do.




2. Sweet Water
   Poet: Alfred Tennyson
   
   His resolve
   Upbore him, and firm faith, and evermore
   Prayer from a living source within the will,
   And beating up through all the bitter world,
   Like fountains of sweet water in the sea,
   Kept him a living soul.




3. In Camp
   Poet: Benj. F. Leggett
   
   High over all the twilight heaven,
   Below the waves at rest,
   The green gems of the wooded isles
   Asleep on beauty's breast.
   
   The blue smoke of the camp-fire curls
   In waved and twisted lines,
   Across the trembling aspen leaves,
   Among the whispering pines.
   
   Sweet nature's hush is in the air,
   And on the water lies,
   Whose crystal deeps give back the blush
   Of evening's tender skies.
   
   White mists are floating on the hills;
   Across the silent air
   Broad arms are spread in blessing forth
   To make the scene more fair.




4. On The Upper Deck
   Poet: Charles G. D. Roberts
   
   Look how the water's waiting holds the sky!
   I think I never saw the Sound so still.
   That wash of beryl green, that melting violet,
   That fine rose-amber veiling deeps of glory
   Our eyes could not endure — how each is doubled.
   
   Lest we should miss some marvel of strange tone,
   And be forever poor. Such beauty seems
   To cry like violins. Hush, and you'll hear it,
   Don't look at me when God is at his miracles.




5. The Water Drinker
   Poet: Edward Johnson
   
   O, water for me! Bright water for me!
   Give wine to the tremulous debauchee!
   It cooleth the brow, it cooleth the brain,
   It maketh the faint one strong again;
   It comes o'er the sense like a breeze from the sea,
   All freshness, like infant purity.
   0, water, bright water, for me, for me!
   Give wine, give wine to the debauchee!
   
   Fill to the brim! Fill, fill to the brim!
   Let the flowing crystal kiss the rim!
   My hand is steady, my eye is true,
   For I, like the flowers, drink naught but dew.
   0, water, bright water's a mine of wealth,
   And the ores it yieldeth are vigor and health.
   So water, pure water, for me, for me!
   And wine for the tremulous debauchee!
   
   Fill again to the brim! again to the brim!
   For water strengtheneth life and limb.
   To the days of the aged it added length;
   To the might of the strong it addeth strength;
   It freshens the heart, it brightens the sight;
   'Tis like quaffing a goblet of morning light
   So, water, I will drink naught but thee,
   Thou parent of health and energy!







6. Water
   Poet: Philip Larkin
   
   If I were called in
   To construct a religion
   I should make use of water.
   
   Going to church
   Would entail a fording
   To dry, different clothes;
   
   My liturgy would employ
   Images of sousing,
   A furious devout drench,
   
   And I should raise in the east
   A glass of water
   Where any-angled light
   Would congregate endlessly.




7. The most famous quoted verse from the poem:
   The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
   Poet: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
   
   Water, water, every where,
   And all the boards did shrink;
   Water, water, every where,
   Nor any drop to drink.