The day the floods came
Only the fish can survive.
The Day the Floods Came
The sky split open, grey and vast,
A swollen river of clouds amassed.
The earth, once firm, began to weep,
A torrent woke what lay asleep.
Streets became a churning tide,
Where whispers of the past reside.
Homes dissolved into the stream,
Memories swept like a broken dream.
The trees bowed low in solemn grace,
Roots unmoored from their resting place.
Bridges groaned, then gave their call,
A warning cry before the fall.
And when the fall had run its course,
The flood stood silent, cold, and coarse.
A world erased, no trace of man,
Only shadows where life began.
The land lay drowned, a sunken grave,
Its monuments lost to the water’s wave.
Stagnant seas claimed what was near,
No voice remained, no sound to hear.
The oceans thrived, a realm reborn,
While silence crowned the drowned and torn.
The fish swam free in the endless sprawl,
Masters now of what once was all.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (1)
Good work describing floods in general. The poem flowed.