Best Cleansing Poems
Such contemplating that the poets do.
They sing of God, our spirits to renew.
With Mother Nature often they’re in tune
And offer up their verse to sun and moon.
They praise the sunset over a blue lake
While pondering man’s purpose, and they ache. . .
They ache for all that earth can never be,
For dreams they’ve lost, and for humanity.
And when they ache, their words are filled with pain
Which pour out from their soul like cleansing rain!
I sense a life before
peripheral of present being --
Witnessed the Very Cross!
Yet to recoup Virtue's loss,
a soul injury indeterminable
Blessing, no crime lives forever
No sin a spirit’s annihilation
Wrong may bleed for generations
suture~ thankful a benevolent God --
“Eat not your own heart”
Conscience no judge nor final jury
God loved us from the start
His grace man’s inevitable victory --
Cast the burdens of your heart
Into the restless sea
Allowing them to be forever swallowed
Setting your heart free
Release the troubles from your mind
Unto the whispering wind
Never to be heard from
Within your mind again
Empty the sorrow within your soul
Unto the blistering sun
For it to be forever burnt up
Once this deed is done
Breath in deeply the beauty of life
Releasing all vexations of past days
Being thankful as you exhale
As all tensions have been cast away
Danny Boy:4-1-13
My shoulders drag through whirls of crescent night
under a wooden bridge this heart retains,
a pile of thickened ash
where reason hangs on edge, hollow the veins.
Above a skyline, a deep madness roars
oh, patience grows thin along slithered bends
that I, in deep thought grope
for fate’s comfort as street lantern descends.
Nearing the foot, a dove rustles my skin
its pearl-like glow cleanses a dusty face,
soothing my troubled head
so near the fall, so far a warm embrace.
From nowhere, a glossed horizon appears
connecting me back to life’s overpass,
as birdsongs lift my glides
till cinders fly as joy pours on life’s hourglass.
John Lawless' Gathering Dust
3/02/2015
Come forth O falling watery purifier
Fall down upon me
Cleanse me of my sins
Make pure,make me clean
Wash away my earthly desires
My crimes of the flesh
Douse this burning yet corrupted fire
Wash away the Greed,lust,and all the rest
O Wondrous God
He who resides
In his kingdom in the sky
Please hear my cry
Send forth the rain
Call forth the rain
To rain down on the earth
To wash away all the burdens and the pain
To drown the suffering
The tears and sorrows of yesterday
To call forth
The radiant sun on the next day
Can hear me world
To all men and women
Little boys and girls
The rain has stopped
Becasue it has cleanse the world
New rains kiss the earth,
Seeds sprout from the darkened depths,
Life dances anew.
When walking barefoot trough the grass you will feel a tantilizing tingle.
Connecting your soul to the earth is advised permitting your toes and grass to mingle.
The earth transfers energy through the body and cleanes free radical through the soul.
Enhancing your health by walking barefoot connecting to mother earth for fifteen or more minutes a day should be a daily goal.
Within my breast still boils like summer clouds
Passion and longing_ desire to be held
Like one afraid of summer's thundercloud
Feeling secure, warm, loved to his body weld
What happened to that flame; did glacier flow
Icing even small ember tucked away?
When did the last bit of scented smoke blow?
Love on different plane now exsist everyday
The new rose on the trellis grows pale buds
Soon to flower mature_ then loss of power
Sad plight each goes full circle fall with thud
Passionate love with a thud soft flower
Love's passion filled veins now clogged arteries
Cleansing required maybe just bilberries
Light lemon colored skies to see
On the horizon, so pretty
Across the white, snow covered land
Peace amidst more than I can stand
Problems whirl around like a storm
But here, it is the quiet norm
A peaceful piece of creation
A still picture of salvation
The air is cold, but fresh to breathe
Cleansing all things that make me seethe
Heidi Sands
12/19/20
What haunted me the most, was the myth of clean.
Soap with its pale arrogance, its perfume of forgiveness.
Water pretending to be neutral, pretending it could rinse a history.
As if purity were mechanical.
As if turning a handle could unmake a person.
As if the stain were not the self.
I looked out my window today
And I noticed that most of
the clouds in the sky were grey
So I knew that the rain
wasn’t to far away
And it’s usually on days
like today
That always seem to get to me
So I did something
That I have never done before
And it was something that
I did think about for awhile
And I finally decided
to do it anyway
And when the rain started
falling down from the sky
I took all my clothes off
And I grabbed a bar of soap
And some shampoo and a towel
And I went outside my back door
far away from prying eyes
So that no one could see me
And I took a shower in the rain
And it was such an incredible feeling
And one that I have never felt before
Because a peaceful easy feeling
came over me
while I was showering in the rain
That was so rejuvenating
Because it felt like
A spiritual cleansing
And when I finally came
in from the pouring rain
All of my burdens and all of my sorrows
that I had felt earlier in the day
just seemed to fade away instantaneously
Cleansing of body and mind- the Indian Way- An Alouette
For any Hindu
Bathing in Sindhu
Or Ganga thought to be pure
On fetes, on deaths
Tilak on foreheads
To meditate for mind’s cure
Indian Brahmins
In temple domains
Recite mantras while bathing
Then a marjanam
Followed by japam
Trikal Sandhya with chanting
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Sindhu and Ganga – the names of rivers of India
Marjanam means- Sprinking water around to purify the place.
Japam means - chanting of the Goddess Gayatri Mantras
Trikal Sandhya means- Tri means three times. Kal means time and Sandhya meaning
controlling the breathe as we do in Yoga.
Sandhya means- meaning “UNION” of day and night dawn and dusk, noon is considered
the third juncture of the day, and hence meditations and prayers are performed daily three
times.
**The Alouette was created by Jan Turner.
It consists of two or more stanzas of 6 lines each, with the following set rules:
Meter: 5, 5, 7, 5, 5, 7
Rhyme Scheme: a, a, b, c, c, b
Alouette means a "skylark"
The form is not available on PS
We are all humans
Irrespective of race
And religion
Fire
Cleansing, pure
refreshes the world
Turns rubble to ash
Cleans skin from bone
Rejuvenated
Tensions end on troubled notes.
Tired and weary she takes to bed.
Cascading rain endlessly,
A steady drum, it drips it's beat,
Cleanses and lulls her to sleep.
Awakened from a deep slumber
By a tempestuous noise of thunder.
The sky lit up with white-blue light.
Witnessed through her open window,
A wicked electric display to amaze.
Raw beauty streaking the night sky.
Dream and reality intersects.
Lightening brilliant as a sword.
She knows that secrets dwell beneath.
Tears cry harder upon the earth.
After the downpour and rain passes on,
A breathable cleansing of sorts.
All is awash, the earth rich and fertile.
She now smells hope.
Connie Gildersleeve
My Previous Poem Title of 5 Minute Challenge, 'Too Short Of A Time'
For Russell Sieve's contest, 'Complete Your Poem'