Best Shower Down Poems
When the river runs dry
When the river runs dry, tears of sorrow fill this poets eyes
The words just won't flow, as the blank page clearly shows
All life dries up as ideas and thoughts they get torn in two
All around us can see it and sense it they feel the sorrow too
For what is life without freedom of thought and it's expression?
All poets like their words to be heard and read without exception
Our Maker well knows our needs, knows us better than ourselves
When the river runs dry, He gives us clean waters found in his well
When we go to him and drink deeply of his fresh waters of truth
Our soul and spirit are invigorated renewed like the days of our youth
Our prayers are answered as copious tears shower down from on high
We drink it all in till we're dripping wet, that's when we understand why
When we rely on ourselves our own thinking from our imperfect minds
That's when there's trouble, the page is blank and so the river runs dry.
John Derek Hamilton
April 17,2016
Oh how he watches me in the shadow of his tree,
strong, bold and blocking out the glare of the sun.
He claims I shine like the stars, the moon, brighter than them all,
A blazing comet, a speeding fireball.
He stands close and my sparks ignite a fire,
They shower down upon his figure,
warm and yet his skin does not singe,
Nor does he burn or go blind when staring at my radiance.
When first he lay eyes upon my naked form,
Heart mangled and organs thrust out into the world,
My skin quivered as fear closed a dark cloud around me.
He pushed through it with a soft light,
Barely gleaming so as to not hurt my eyes.
Gentle touch to my cheek with not pity but understanding,
Like a Shepard to a lost lamb he tended to my wounds.
He spoke with intelligence and honesty,
and watched as slowly I stood and then grew.
Shedding the shadow in which I had once lived
He tended my soul until I bloomed
Galaxies away I felt the touch of his love,
He threw his faith and his hope at me,
Feeding from the power he saw.
A hummingbird to nectar,
And I was his flower, growing high in the sun.
He whispered great stories to me
saying, oh, powerful one,
Live in beauty and laugh often,
Ride through the winds like a spoken memory,
Pictures engraved in the heart of a tree,
Be the beauty, the power you wish to be.
She wanted me to dance, to dance away
It was the spring, within the month of May
Still to this day I can see her movements
We went around in circles, made statements
Sun was filtered down from heaven above
Warming the ground and flowers with a shove
Letting things bloom is the dance we both shared
Gorgeous moment, as one showing we cared
Then we slipped into the summer’s proud dance
Heat masterfully expresses the prance
Around I spin you, and you delve in me
I feel a piece of you in summer breeze
Here again flowers run abundantly
They enjoy the storms as those flow freely
We danced throughout the summer with some sweat
Proudly showing we danced, best as of yet
And now the dance blows quickly into dusk
Colors shows beauty like our dance-like musk
Leaves shower down onto our very steps
We dance into the warmth of the doorsteps
Glowing around from the cool sunsets here
Things slow down and don’t burn up like with fear
She showed me her dancing moves with romance
Awesome feelings come from our swinging dance
I spin her around in the winter’s grace
I clasp her tight as the snow falls in place
Whiteness covers the ground and life ceases
Leaving beauty from death and its pieces
The air looks stale and stagnant with a bite
Showing blossoms of winter blooms alright
We danced with a deep feeling in this time
Frozen was our breath, but warm our sublime
She steps it off, and returns back to spring
Feeling the warmth back onto her gold ring
After a year of seasons we return
To the start of real beauty to discern
Russell Sivey
Contest: A Season's Dance
Sponsor: Gail Angel Doyle
9/27/2013
A couple shares scenes strolling arm-in-arm
Midst October trees in vivid colors.
A brisk breeze captures leaves that shower down,
Some alight softly on the couple's crowns.
Little sparrows perched high on birch branches
Apprehensively flit from limb to limb.
Tender kisses beneath fall's canopy,
As light rain begins to drift droplets,
Dappled sunlight seeks a way past shadows
Like a foggy floating specter of light.
The wind whispers, sharing secret passions
As kindred hearts meld into each other.
No cold is felt by the season's crisp air;
Romance warmed by a myriad of hues...
Love in soft shades of a scarlet sunset,
Embraced by nature's gifts, two become one.
9-20-2017 rev.
Choose A Topic - Poetry Contest
Sponsor Russell Sivey
A) Write a Poem on the subject of: LOVE AND ROMANCE!!
Autumn Romance Poetry Contest- Second Place
Sponsored by: Julie Rodeheaver
Before actions go around to come around,
all deeds ascend up, then truth lessons shower down.
Such is the universe’s tried, true recipe
that has been employed for all of history.
Whether conduct is good, bad or otherwise,
all human behavior meets heaven’s keen eyes.
If we say it, pray it, think it or do it,
it goes up, then down once karma reviews it.
Observe the beauty of a blooming jacaranda.
With its purple flowers it will bring me joy.
I can smile remembering those spring days,
Good old days I’ll never forget,
Memories that both our hearts hold dear.
Love entered our lives in a flash.
We were standing under a jacaranda tree,
So abundant with purple flowers.
As we stood beneath the tree, our first meeting,
A gust of wind passed us by
And a shower of flowers fell on us.
An omen? Who knows?
She picked a large purple specimen
And adorned her face as she
Put the flower on her ear.
I was filled with pride.
How loving we always looked at each other.
Love filled our hearts to the brim
As we imbibed the fragrance
Bunches of bees attracted by the flowers.
She always liked to feel my cheeks,
Soft like the purple flower.
While I just loved to feel her dark hair.
Soon we learned to appreciate
The love we felt for each other.
You wondered why we gave
Our hearts to each other so willingly?
I always believed in chivalry,
Make your love feel fine.
Occasionally we stand
Under the jacaranda tree.
We still hold hands and kiss,
For still our love is strong
And I have no regrets.
Our hearts are still entwined.
As bunches of flowers in the breeze,
Shower down on us.
11 March 2021
Placed 1
Flower Or Flowers In Imagism Form - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
thunderous torrents
shower down upon clear pools
sun sparkled waters
bright blooming meadows
lush greens sprinkled with flowers
nature's pied canvas
flocks and herds gather
sacred space teeming with life
creatures paradise
© 07-04-2012
A Scenery Of Your Choice As An Artist Contest
Home
Cosmopolitan suburbs take shape
Form, not far from the metropolis
Streets bustle, enlist design, become cities
Drawn down the street, concrete solid
Buildings line up one by one
In the calm one structure at a time evolves
There on the outskirts of timid town
Rising from the dirt, from nothing
A flirt with creation on the street
Laid down on asphalt beds, no secrets
Familiar as a name not said, aligned
Not far from metropolitan streets
Enlisted are construction workers to create
Drawn down the road to concrete city
Blueprints sit pretty
There on the outskirts of town, worthy to build on
A home, a structure to call your own
Usual forms materialize with nature in layers
Seem to build themselves communities
Cropping up as large as life
Sometimes it is hard to find your way home
With so much going on
The road to success is always under construction
My house has a number above a wooden door
Such a detail can be useful to have to get inside
Steps lead the way on silent stones
When I go home, get in, my world slows down
Universe stops or shrinks in size, to be defined
There are many wooden skeletal chairs there
Fixated around a dining table when I arrive
Waiting for a holiday or family to come together
No prayers are said these days
It’s just a dining area, nothing else
A bed is hidden in another room
It keeps secrets but mostly it keeps sleep
Buried under pillows and quilts and sheets
Furniture remembers everything
The kitchen is the center of it all
It comes in reds and yellows with a sink and range
Fires from the stove ravage meats and vegetables
Such alterations make them manageable to eat
Ice cubes in the freezer trays stay there complacently
Waiting for someone’s drink, a friendly hand to warm them
Home has a shower down the hall
Cabinets full of towels and soap lie beneath the sink
Clean thoughts from wall to wall
TV turned up loud in the living room
To keep life serene and meek
An old phone in plastic black rings and rings out emptiness
Lies lazy on the antique table, stationary, waiting
Sits by the ancient sofa hugging floor
Listens for someone to answer the call
There is an echo running through the halls invisible
But no one picks up the receiver
No one is home
Only the ghost of a ringer
.Inspired From Sapper French's Diary from April 23. 1916
"Come On Over Fritz"
Rain like a shower down my back off a thin wooden lath
It’s cold and miserable unlike the remembered welcome hot bath
Air so bad we cannot breathe, today don’t feel much like taking this path.
Gas bombs are falling a thick yellow cloud is rolling our way.
Pray God the wind catches and sends it astray.
Thank God no gas lungs for us today…
We used the same trick as miners with a canary bird to test for gas
But we caged a mouse instead to test the air if it died we would not pass
We got sick, but the mouse survived, oh telling us; what an ass.
Got a cut upon my leg, the doctor says it’s septic
What a relief a hospital bed, lots of company, analeptic
I though this war was right, now I’m becoming a sceptic.
Back in the field scores of bodies lying dead
Personalities cut down stuck in mud ahead
Blood bath, bodies everywhere we tread.
Walking in water up to our knees without ease
Found water cress, so good with bread and cheese.
A little comfort, although not much sitting in this bise.
It’s strange something simple like finding water cress
Can give us an unsophisticated pleasure in this gory mess
Eating and drinking, amidst body parts - no less.
But we had to do what we could with for every inch we could gain
How the mighty fall the Germans came to our trench of mud and rain
With grenades, daggers and bayonets – most stayed, face down; slain.
A huge German solider was patched up by our own lads
An older man with a scratch; reminded us all of our dads
It’s remarkable we fight and kill, yet untold efforts to mend these cads.
August the tenth a strange day a German stuck his head over the barbette
One of our boys called out “Come on over fritz” as if he did it for a bet
Fritz relied in perfect English “no blooming fear” happy just to have met.
After the respite of banter back and forth
New orders went out to be followed henceforth
Anyone talking to the enemy would be arrested thenceforth.
Entered into Mark Toney's
Poetry Marathon mile 7 contest
Going deep within, magic will not live with
untruth, lies, deceit, magic becomes magic
by surrounding our souls, heart, and minds
with the power of loves truth from the start
becoming one with the divine.
Unnoticed, we are forever being invaded by
forces unknown to us, through thoughts words
and deeps that control, draining our life force
from us without knowledge, truth is the saver
of our new reality, comforter of loves sweetness.
Beautiful peace within love flows with light
gracefully when we except all truths of minds
hearts and souls freely!
Love is the power of life, truth is the power
that we truly know!
Our wings widen in flight for the truth to flow
freely releasing all doubts, and fears that once
seem so stable within the boundaries of our
being!
Now with the truth of being, we remain no longer in
the darkness of tormented shadows.
Freedom rings in the depth of loves
sweetness.
How flowers bloom in beauty when
one wakes up without flaws of
spirit, and the untruths of ego.
When the light shines within us
the first time, we'll think we were
dreaming awake, when truth sealed the
deal of forgiveness of self, we became divine
free to roam inside and out with only understanding
that truth is the love light that shines brightly
without denial!
Warmth comes within, closing our eyes finding
ourselves for the first time knowing exactly where
we are from with a mission we must complete
on this earthly plane.
Strange enough we fear nothing, doubts
no longer exist only understanding of our
Universe.
Becoming clear as glass, we shuffle away
each illusion in our deeply formed
sub-consciousness finding oneness
in us with the truth of love we
shower down fresh and new.
Now foundations build strength
beneath earthly weakness, we
can touch each moment before
it becomes a reality, creating our
own unique self taking back our
power.
Beautiful magic silently captures
spirit leading us through
the vortex of eternal bliss.
(Life has just begun)
Ooooooh.... Oooooh....OoooOooh...
Open up my pane and seep in my pain
I weeped too long without you
Open up my pane and let in some rain
Shower down my face...so you won't see me blue
Ooooooh.... Oooooh....OoooOooh...
I need some clothes to support me
I need to embrace you to live my fantasy
Ooooooh.... Oooooh....OoooOooh...
Turn away
Don't look my way
Don't look at me
I'm not the sparkly sea
As you can clearly see...
I'm naked with shame
There's no one to blame...
but I...this humiliation remains the same
But I must flee sooner than they think
I need some time alone... To think... to ponder as I sink
Into my sea of thoughts and paradise...
I'm on a mission... To discover a previous prize
Ooooooh.... Oooooh....OoooOooh...
If you blink, you'll miss the love scene in Romeo and Juliet
That was made for us to see and experience for ourselves...
Don't leave me on the shelves...
Ooooooh.... Oooooh....OoooOooh...
Curiosity drives us to our feet...
You make my heart beat
In perfect rhythm... I appreciate your blessed benevolence (towards me)
But I'll try to stay proper and discreet...
I wish I could take a piece of your pure prudence (I want to watch you flee)
Ooooooh.... Oooooh....OoooOooh...
Hey x3
You clothe me up...
What's up with you today?
I'm naked and ashamed
Turn the other way...
'Cause today is not the only day
I feel so damn afraid...
But hey x3
You make me feel whole
How was your day?
Hopefully the sky wasn't a shade of gray
To You from Nighttime Skies
Soft and slow the evening breeze
Does filter out the day
Silently it sways the trees
In perfect night display
A clouded veil does wrap the sky
In grayish darkened hues
This curtain’s dreary night disguise
Does not disturb the views
As raindrops ride the atmosphere
To wet the ground below
Shadows form and disappear
Retreating as they go
Overcast a watchmen sent
His eyes to guard this eve
Still the dream shall come to pass
If only you believe
Dark of night and storms that brew
Will not deny this place
The grandness of its endless charm
Shall find your loving face
For in this vast expanse does grow
An everlasting love
To shower down on those who know
So softly from above
For if you look your eyes may meet
A joyful sweet surprise
You’ll see it is my love I send
To you from nighttime skies
Good Night Soupers
Because-love exults eternally, universal
peace, and so I say Love- in its benignity ...
recuses all ... ~and perfect- and servant
in their fervent manner;- integrity,
receptivity- and amenability
illustrious and moreover
devoted in their richness,
breed thy greater influence
of peace throughout the years,
sanctifying themselves forever in
their innocence, becoming the
fortunate prize ... an altruistic
offering, and humble sacrifice,
given for all to embrace through
faith, a certain repose;- and everlasting
liberty. While- clemency, oh Thy generous
clemency, emancipates-knavery's tomfoolery,
and suggested to me, and granted as a wonderful
opportunity, grace ... is the universal proposition
dancing through time hand in hand within the arms
of love; relishing in the promotion of her deliverance,
and so I say, when this hope of my days reprieve ...
has come to pass ... beckon me on- to know
this- simple delight, and hold me in Thy
loving keep.Yes bring me Thine heavenly
Kite to greet me. Secure me there, and lay me
down then-under the assurance, and gentle
comfort of her wings. Yes raise me up ... and
hear me oh Lord in my plea I pray. (("Oh liberate
me",)) ("Carry my soul off with her to Thee".) (("Let
thy love shower-down (over me".))) So I may
embrace for myself, again, thine tender arms,
of mercy ... . Precious-tears-offered in-faith ... fall,
God-catches them places them, within His Soul's
heavenly-amphora, and with a sway of His Mighty
Hand, plucks-up His eminent-Knowledge-honed
by Holy Quill. Upright and looking strait into
His vision for us of the new day. Offers-the
many consummate opportunities riding high
on the fringe of His promise, granted in welcome.
Painting a Holy Journey,evolving amid a certain
solace and freedom. Moving on into veracious days
with Him lasting on forever. Exiting beyond higher lofts of earthly
skies and rolling lands advancing in humble reverence descending
down from the openness of the Heavens. Rewriting yet again; another-story
in person for each individual. Yes for all life; far-greater-and-even greater
still ... than the others gone before.
I'm always here for you
and always will be
Death will not stop
my angel and me
Don't cry my children
as I watch you now
Take kindly to others
as I'v showed you how
As the sky opens up
and drops shower down
Know that my angel is rain
and I am your ground
I'll help you stand firm
and please always try
To my children we guard
My angel and I
MY GIRL
Lazy summer days
Pigtails, French braids
Long silky hair blowing
In the wind
Days forever gone
Tears well up in my eyes
And I long once again
To hold her close
To see her smile
To hear her laughter
Tinkle like rain
Lord, shower down from heaven
Encouraging words of
Together we will be
In that glorious place
A world without pain
Hearts completely healed
Memories of yesterday
Live on today
Hope of a tomorrow
Full of promise
mja