Bathing Poems - Poems about Bathing

Bathing beauty with her ducky umbrella Cruised the lake, expecting to meet a fella This did not happen, but she had a fine time For she was eating cookies and drinking wine No one noticed her, because of her age Women become invisible after twenty said a sage I think it’s horrible because twenty is so young But seriously, after twenty, women...

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Songs from my mother’s room at dawn, Lawns of mercy with twilight gone, She seeks for goodwill in the light, Glee is not a stranger at night, At her fingertips is wisdom, That which is buoyed by the kingdom, Moderation is her golden rule, Libation, she calls a whirlpool. February 13, 2025. ...

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if I am submerged I'll reappear or I won't both are a worry...

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standing in high tide letting water come to me taking my sorrows...

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On beaches she likes to undress (although she's a bit of a mess: her boobs are so low and swing to and fro - and as for the rest you can guess...)...

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Natural sun glow, glistens the skin giving it new life...

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On the subject of bathing There are two schools of thought: In a shower or tub, Which you do, Which you ought? Of course, some people say Either way is okay, While others are a tad more particular. They'd rather scrub in a tub And recline on their spine Than to sluice standing up, Perpendicular. ...

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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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“All a man really wants, is a girl who looks good in a bikini.”—Jack Freestone All a “man” really wants is a “girl” who looks good in a bikini? All a woman wants is someone who really doesn’t care, or is it just to feel warm sea-side air caress her chest instead of nylon and play once again, summer child, outside a body...

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Sound bathing, this is before I wait, people whisper There's too hot tea Kaftans This the beginning Slight sounds of movement Settling Where does my mind go to This is the middle Recognition Safety in stillness Follow the sounds This is within I remember a place Alert to a memory Transported to another These are the sounds That signal the end Arrival and journey Simultaneous This is after Slight sense of loss Require connection The sounds of the...

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Behold the bather astride the river, resplendent in rainbow-dappled nudity his sense of light and air and wetness ebbs and flows like his emotions, colors shift and swirl in response to the universe of his creativity....

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Take me to the forest to bathe by the trees Allow my soul be healed by the breeze Absorb my woes or cast them out Prevent descent into this awful self doubt Stay a while, to imagine the scene To lie on the moss, feeling serene Gentle dappled light caressing all of the senses Soothed to the point there is no need...

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Bathing with Bathsheba By Mark D. Stucky As you bathed bare below the high palace were you intentionally seductive? The citadel was in plain view, and so apparently were you. Or were you simply innocent, and the king abused his power? Was it a me-too moment those three millennia ago? Nonetheless, you became complicit in David’s paternity cover-up. You closed your eyes to consequences of a conspiracy plotting...

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I am bathing my dolly; her name is Jean. With soap in her eyes, she is not so keen. I am doing my best, not trying to be mean. But I do want this dolly to be really clean. I am kind of a Dolly-Washing-Supreme Queen. I am not trying to brag, or even be seen. But I am better at...

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In the bathroom…bathing in the bathtub I’m drowning in gloom…grooming for a rub I’m repenting for hurting myself and others…understand… These devils in my mind and hands…got so damn out of hand Dripping soap and water on my pigmentation body No body is here…everybody’s gone — not bad news Lipping some Ariana Grande lyrics oh so happily and crazily But, sadly, I...

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