Best Bathe Poems
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 nymphs,
liberate her supernal soul,
as an infinite power dwells within her.
As sand castles wash away,
Sea Urchins wash upon the shore,
craving to be beside her.
Sapphire seas cast a spell.
Dimness of the horizons clear,
permitting stars to illuminate into her eyes -
like a millions pearls placed inside
the chambers of her Oyster heart.
Letting go, each splash erases the past,
cleansing her mind, releasing subliminal chains,
swimming in depths, most would drown.
Her spirit once stranded upon barren land,
now bathes within oceans, not known to man.
Silent One
26 December 2018
Before bed, have a hot
Bath with berry-scented
Bubbles or some perfumed
Bath salts. Lose your stress or
Be sensuous! Enjoy
Bliss! Better yet, at the
Beach, bathe in the warm sun!
Written Aug. 16, 2016 for Km Merryman's Pleiades B Poetry Contest
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
to see ~ enthralled
Blackberries plump and succulent
awaiting to be picked
evoking memories of Mum’s fruit crumbles
blackberries and apples mixed
Sloes ~ a rich dark purple fruit
ripe and ready to bathe in Gin
patiently waiting
sloes luxuriating
tempted to taste
but must not haste
for to sip a Sloe Gin on a cold winters night
leaves a feeling of warmth
and another ~ well I might...
Written 12th September 2020
Contest COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE 8
Sponsor Brian Strand
FIRST PLACE
after a cool bathe
a seal, drying himself up
like we always do
Fingertips play upon your skin
An oiled caress of tranquility
Tea lights dancing like fluted whims
Relieving the days hostility
Your muscles bound in tensions vice
Neath kneading hands must yield
Surrender now you braids of strife
By my tempered force to heal
My hands pause in deep listening
Over the landscape of your ravaged terrain
Anointing oils of clove left glistening
My touch the oasis for your pain
Your body ignored too long for touch
These hands hold a vocabulary of moves
To soften all those hardened edges
When flesh cries out to be smoothed
Like watercolor poetry you melt
With moans to be envied by lovers
Nurturing pleasure and comforts pelt
With emotions yet to discover
Pressing lightly upon your temples
Bathing my fingertips in your hair
I hear you sigh with slightest tremble
The sullen purging of buried cares
Such love is this received
Unmatched but by its giver
For no rapture given nor ache relieved
Then to love him with the tips of my fingers
From beaming yellow,
To violent red,
Skin peels like the pages of a book of some unloved fate,
Groaning under the flow of the mistimed shower,
Both optimistic and naive,
Grass blades pierce like shards of shimmering glass,
As i lay.
The humm of a hidden chorus in the green soothes my wounds,
Performers flee,
Twisting and darting away from nothing it seems,
Only to find the red over and over,
Feet like a drum-line..
A wry little smile cracks in the irony,
For here i shall stay.
inevitably, she comes for us all
my lover— death, with her webbed fingers
her skin soft as a porcupine’s,
her quills darting into my chest
tears me apart in search of her craving
a smile as she gently ripped it out of my flesh
she held it out to the heavens and breathed out a cry of death
her teeth harder than diamonds, and her tongue sharper than a double edged sword
she looked at it— my heart,
aching for its taste, aching for its love
her eyes, equivalent to a million stars dying,
looked at my lips with desperation and yearning
so i pressed mine against hers just to get a taste of heroin
ecstatically fatal for even among the gods
her mouth opened and speaks with the proclamation of my demise
my love for her stronger but my body weaker,
falling— she caught me with her arms hotter than deserts
but gently lays me down against the snow covered ground
her embrace burning my flesh,
beside the river where dogs bathe,
a smile appears on my lips,
a taste for my last breath
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!
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 know he was using her husband’s toothbrush and throne.
She did not want any trouble, any confrontation or strife.
He’s my friend in the afternoon, I suggest you leave him alone.
walk
in light
see my shade
dip your toes in
bathe in the beauty of my earthly soul
I seek
affectionate
moments of fluent love,
bathing myself in hope’s lather.
You bestow genuine comfort with ease
freely immersing me in faith.
I fear not the future-
it is all that
I seek.
Rictameter Contest
White Wolf
August 31, 2018
Tomorrow I said that I'll soak and bathe in the middle of your heart.
That I'll remove clothes from skin.
Then run my hands underneath the faucet then take hand to soap.
Tomorrow I said that I'll find another book to not read and sit it up on top the shelf.
Giving you my undivided.
Lying in water surrounded by creme colored porcelain.
A wash rag and a bar of soap made of your smile.
Tomorrow I said that I'll be more of a talker.
Especially in the moments of silence that become instant memories.
The silence being but a moment to embrace a time where words do no justice.
Long soap foam beard. Soap foam covering each follicle of hair on top of our heads.
I know tomorrow I said that I would do all of this and more.
But why wait when now is just as good as time as any.
Cleansing myself in you
In the crystal pure waters
That flow through the cave
Maiden of beauty
In near naked bathe
Semi clothed
Wetted to shape
Hugging her curves
Delightful drape
The coldness lures
Her breasts to excite
She shadows the walls
In the dimming daylight
She invites me close
To embrace her shape
Cupped and caressed
As i kiss her nape
She slowly turns
As we kiss so sweet
Her body rises
In this flowing heat
We join as one
As the water cools
My manly piston
As her heaven drools
The ripples of love
Caress the walls
The sound of explosion
From nearby waterfalls
Our bodies tense
From inner joys
Recipe of love
From natures toys
Standing embraced
In the dimming glow
Two lovers entwined
Sharing their heavenly flows
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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 my anxious weather.
And put to rest thoughts that rebelled -
As I bathe in crystal summer.
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 stormy hale,
And takes the bravest being to gain solid victory
That eternal force within never shrinks or waver,
From baptism in the sea, it refreshes the lake of purity.
With the greatest triumph in all kinds of weather
Belief is the strength of a tower, standing invincibly.
With the faith for a fire and the light for a flame,
The truth will never fade nor be drown by the rain.