Best Cleanse Poems
“And into the forest I go to lose my mind and find my soul.” - John Muir
The forest is a calm spiritual place,
a balsam scented and serene space.
Rabbits hide in mossy dens,
with fresh mushroom gems.
Magical!
Cleanse.
Fanciful,
trees, flowers and stems.
Where creatures sleep and some race.
A place to treat with kindness and grace,
the forest is a calm spiritual place.
1/21/23
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I want to take a shower
Not the kind with shampoos or soaps
I want to get soaking wet
With your passion and your sweat
I've been thinking of you all day long
I had to touch myself
Now that you're in my sights
I could really use your help....
When we are done
Are nice and clean
It's into your arms I go
So I can safely dream.....
Form:
Distant sounds
Of thunder
White clouds turn gray
Darkness moves in
Lightning strikes
As the storm begins
Wind and rain
Pouring down
Cleansing the pain
It washes away
Fresh
Renewed
Clean as can be
The storm it came
And set me free
In tears and sorrow
it would be
When I lay down
my pen
If never I could
Cleanse my
heart
Through poetry
again
'Bite Size Poem no.5'
Oh to cleanse time, a different life.
A life and time when all's true smile.
Oh to cleanse time, to cleanse the slate,
to go back to a time, before pain.
Oh to cleanse time when love was new,
the beginning’s so beautiful; memories
won’t leave you.
Oh to cleanse time when you knew
the true me and, I the true you.
Oh to cleanse time, before chemicals
addiction; oh reason to celebrate with
just smiles you re using.
Oh to cleanse time, when free not a,
dream. A time for life, a life's new
meaning.
My time being cleansed, a voice on
the line. A time to cleanse the lonely,
leave lonely behind.
Tess...
My body's on screen
The see through of me
And I'm clean
Never felt so free
My hearts a machine
My lungs make me breath
Their function is seen
The picture of health was my dream
I stand here and work
My glowing metalurg
My magic is out
On a truck and then a plane
All around your world
Health's our life
We work it right
Crystal clear
Like the sun in all its might
The rainbows shine
After rains
We strive
To make you smile
We have actively
enhanced a life
We tare atoms apart
We radiate from the past
Cleanse without a knife
Actively enhancing life
Make it count
Think it safe
Make it count
Watch your way
Stay a hand
In the way
Of cancer
Everyday
Bare feet step onto the cold black and white mosaic tiles.
A few tiles are missing, revealing beige glue embedded with purple lint.
An inconveniently small black knob, striped with old toothpaste
is twisted
to illuminate the reluctant fluorescent fixture above the sink.
Red blood vessels peek through the yellowed whites of tired eyes.
Invisible throbbing temples nag about the previous night’s
transgressions.
A spot
on the forehead. New, maybe.
“What the hell is that?”
Water makes the spot more prominent.
Closer inspection reveals nothing to Ignorance.
Hotter water. Washcloth. Scrub.
A patch of red grows underneath pressing fingers,
framing the spot, adding significance.
Diligence.
The sharp, chipped medicine cabinet door creaks open.
Crusty accouterments reside inside.
Razor, rusty tweezers, safety pin.
Nail file.
Tap water attempts to cleanse the stainless steel.
The coarse grain is pressed against the skin.
Softly grinding.
Harder, more pain, white flakes.
Stop abruptly. A deep breath.
Resume.
Bite down. Grind harder, specks of blood.
Inspection.
It’s still there.
A thumb grazes the pointed tip.
The tip is pushed underneath the blemish.
A heavy breath bounces off the hard walls.
A wave of hurt banishes the demons.
A slight twist to peel the flesh.
Blood streams around the brow and down the cheek.
The offending piece sits on the point of the file.
A flick casts it into the toilet labeled Standard.
Flush.
A wad of toilet paper pushed into the wound.
Rinse the file and put it back to rest.
Bare feet exit.
Leaving a now sweat-stained, mosaic tile floor.
Form:
Crows are scavengers
... they eat dog poop in my garden every day
When I bring my shovel and bag they scream :
... "we want more .... more" ...
... they love it
A crow
will fight over a dead man's flesh
But, stay away from my garden
07.06.2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Anger does not cleanse the wounded soul;
Invites no healing to the bosom scarring
By thoughtless word or unintended scroll.
‘Tis more than hurt the mind so marring
Nurtures the malignancy that sears inside
Invites no healing to the bosom scarring—
The constant ache signals the ailing pride
Self-loathing eroding from deep within,
Nurtures the malignancy that sears inside.
More than merely misnomer’d fragile skin
One’s whole being suffers from self-defeat
Self-loathing eroding from deep within.
From crippling anger the soul must retreat
Before the whole personality is eaten alive
One’s whole being suffers from self-defeat.
One so consumed must want to thrive
Anger does not cleanse the wounded soul,
Before the whole personality is eaten alive
By thoughtless word or unintended scroll.
written words forth coming
Cleanse - To plant 'A Seed of Virtue'...!
Cleanse my mind, cleanse my heart
and cleanse my thought I pray;
seething anger, insatiable desire
and pangs of fear way-lay!
Easy prey for stimulant, that prowls
for a hunt and looks out to vent;
feeds on from incubates in the mind,
held by an incidental stent!
Feelings follow thoughts without a barrier,
like fire and heat awaiting a pyre;
to drag me down, scuffle with me to drown -
deep into awaiting quagmire!
Stuttering words spew venom on,
maybe in offence or in defence;
sequel to inward feeling in a spurt,
finding no way to renounce.
After what is told and heard comes action,
all without knowing - true notion;
waxing and waning emotions, only herding,
mind and intellect to utter commotion!
Does it matter to look at cause and effect,
as a 'dent' done once is done forever;
chinks tinkered, brought back to course -
visible and invisible scars - be guised never!
Repentance may dawn on own guilt - haunt
and later steer towards an apology;
but, the heart and mind of the victim
though has distanced itself beyond 'apogee'!
Sure to help if the thought is reigned,
curbed well or changed in course;
asserted and affirmed on a positive note
will not head-on to anything so coarse!
Plant the seed of virtue in thought and see it
transcend in nature - to boast and hold a toast;
it always does a lot of good to remember the dictum
that "anger first consumes the host"!
C ompiling drops of coated beauty,
L ightly crooning simplicity among
E arly blossoms of blooming colors,
A rdent sensations chant along…
N umerous droplets of tender rain,
S hall sluice upon ebony pain, and shall
E ternally sway among the ivory of skies,
Cleansing…
With you redeeming blood o Lord
Cleanse me this hour
Sprinkle all over me your blood
Let me feel its redeeming power.
I'm now a repentant child
My being has become synonymous with sin
I want to feel your redeeming power so mild
I need to become clean.
I've dined enough with the devil
I want to be with you from season to season
They say your redeeming blood is a marvel
Can I ever be forgiven?
Look down upon me compassionately
Sanctify my being
Touch me o Lord reassuringly
So I'll be worthy of entering heaven.
Jesus Needs to Cleanse The Sin In Our Churches Today!
Many in church allow things in their life, that don’t belong!
This is why they’re weak,
and not spiritually strong!
So much filth from the world is what’s often enjoyed…
While so many lives are being spiritually destroyed!
Even prayer time seems to be a “thing of the past.”
Many want “cheap thrills…” And they want them fast!
Any kind of holy living is often being replaced.
“Anything goes,” as long as it brings a “smiling face.”
“If it feels good, do it!” Seems to be the “new rule.”
“We don’t want to offend anyone.” “We want to be cool!”
Many want to have services that are called “contemporary.”
Whatever “peace” and “love,”
many have… Is just temporary!
Many don’t want to hear about God’s holy way of living.
“All is o.k.” As long as they go on Sunday and keep giving!
Any respect for God’s house is often “thrown out the door.”
God’s convicting presence, they don’t want anymore!
It’s about the numbers, and how many people come in…
“Let’s not offend anyone.” “Let’s no preach about sin!”
The truth of God’s word has too often been watered down.
Would God himself, would be welcomed on their side of town?
It’s time for a Holy Ghost shaking of the wickedness within!
It’s time we preach on what is holy, and what is SIN!
Judgment shall begin at God’s house. It’s almost here!
Christ is coming soon! His return is very near!
Please come Lord Jesus! And restore our churches today!
We need your cleansing power!
And our sins washed away!
By Jim Pemberton 05/10/13
Jesus Needs to Cleanse The Sin In Our Churches Today!
Many in church allow things in their life, that don’t belong!
This is why they’re weak,
and not spiritually strong!
So much filth from the world is what’s often enjoyed…
While so many lives are being spiritually destroyed!
Even prayer time seems to be a “thing of the past.”
Many want “cheap thrills…” And they want them fast!
Any kind of holy living is often being replaced.
“Anything goes,” as long as it brings a “smiling face.”
“If it feels good, do it!” Seems to be the “new rule.”
“We don’t want to offend anyone.” “We want to be cool!”
Many want to have services that are called “contemporary.”
Whatever “peace” and “love,”
many have… Is just temporary!
Many don’t want to hear about God’s holy way of living.
“All is o.k.” As long as they go on Sunday and keep giving!
Any respect for God’s house is often “thrown out the door.”
God’s convicting presence, they don’t want anymore!
It’s about the numbers, and how people come in…
“Let’s not offend anyone.” “Let’s no preach about sin!”
The truth of God’s word has too often been watered down.
Would God himself, would be welcomed on their side of town?
It’s time for a Holy Ghost shaking of the wickedness within!
It’s time we preach on what is holy, and what is SIN!
Judgment shall begin at God’s house. It’s almost here!
Christ is coming soon! His return is very near!
Please come Lord Jesus! And restore our churches today!
We need your cleansing power!
And our sins washed away!
By Jim Pemberton