Bathe Poems - Poems about Bathe

Cry me a river! Cry me a river! CRY ME A RIVER...

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I’ll scrape this mud off of my heels - That’s caked from years of trudging. And soak these wounds in orange peels - To persuade scabs into budging. This bar of soap, my sword of choice - Will slay bruises that have haunted. Replacing aches with citrus’ voice - Who soothingly tunes the daunted. This plunge of water, warm and welled - Will calm...

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Through my little fingers I'd peek When I was a kid I would freak Watching wicked witch melt Frightful fear I then felt That I wouldn't bathe for a week!...

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walk in light see my shade dip your toes in bathe in the beauty of my earthly soul ...

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Through the silver bars of time, you have reason to bathe your eyes in tears, Your soul a grain of sand in the hourglass measuring the turmoil of worlds, I, a traveler on a ship of shadows, have been shipwrecked on shores of oblivion, And I recognize, in the gleam of celestial recognition, my misunderstood storms. Weep, my love,...

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Stretch out your arms Lie on the mossy forest floor Feel the cooling fronds On your back Be embraced. Join the family of trees As they chemically chatter Beneath you. Silently. Interlope and envelope An exciting vibrancy Of Autumnal shades Before Wintery sleep pervades Douse your soul In the pine scented oil Of calm, ancient, understanding Bathe in the beauty Of stillness.. (Ssshhh) ...

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On the shore of the river, we used to bathe, in the streams flowing to that river, we used to play, with no worries, with no sorrows, following the water running down without mysteries, just flowing with our innocent games. Take me to my childhood with my rivers, my streams, and the friends that looked to be forever, until we grew up. Take me to the...

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You cannot bathe today, woman told her handsome man. I have company in there, and he does not like others to intrude. He peeked in and saw a shark sitting on his throne, his can. This put him in a rather awful, horrible, bad, rotten mood. I thought you said he was bathing he accused his wife. She did not...

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Tears can easily bathe the wounded soul Flowing unhindered from sad, redden eyes Do their part, helping the heart to console, When desires, circumstances compromise Tears can help us to compartmentalize Sadness, and to uncover its sources, There among our most precious resources Then, while pondering on the deeper hurt, And summoning our various courses, Work with us, our future woes to avert. Written February...

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Without faith, we float on streams of the ocean, This unbelief is like the turning waves of the sea, And doubts might be bathed in that stream, of insecurity and dreams, merging with life’s destiny. Driven by every wind and tossed by the rapid gale, priorities lose meaning to cross the tempest sea. In the rowing of hope, we battled with...

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Raindrops of the monsoon Touching thy lower lip to chin By rolling, now, on the Kadamba flower Dark blue clouds run in the bare chest of the sky The sun in the opened emptiness; apathetically Covers all your untold words There are no other flowers on thy chignon All in advance leaving for monsoon shower For your coming step by step with rainy...

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A chill of Autumn in the air and spider’s webs are everywhere these delicate exquisite works of art such beauty and joy fills my heart Old Man’s beard has just appeared weaving its way through blackberry bushes loved that name when I was small to touch ~ so furry ...

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(1.) Soothing Dream, Bathe Me In Her Light Of lonely night and vivid dread sad supper and large empty bed denying wind, sets soul to stir romantic memories of her she, tender angel through and through only true love I ever knew! Soothing dream, bathe me in her light, sail sweet passionate seas tonight! Of our past days, beach sand and sun cheers,...

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Nothing as it seems in this dream, As this sponge comes apart seam by seam....

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Ariel eyes gaze towards sapphire seas. Mermaids have no purpose in aquariums. Yet so many struggle to escape shallow streams. Sitting upon sandy shores, depth of her emotions, reflect moonlight, gently caressing welcoming waves. Yearning to float free - to wash away her worries, her mind is like a constellation of stars, hiding behind misty vapors. Spiritual sounds summon her home. Melodies of mystical...

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