Best Showering Poems
Purifying drops
Cascade down the maiden's back
'Neath the falls she bathes
Endearing the gods of enlightenment, dip tenderly into the rainbows
Color band of intrinsic light, softly breathing, as the hushed breath of
A morning doves first coo of life, the lotus flower does blossom and bloom.
Infusions delicate creation floating in the still pond of the everlasting,
Drifting, swaying at the mercy of life's strife, yet in harmonious peace
Its beauty remains perfections timeless jewel, sparkling beneath the mid-eastern
Sun.
Bending does the reddest rose, yielding it's petals to the keepsakes heart
Most sacred inner place, a whirl winds tidal storm of emotions contemplation
Point of origin, it bleeds with a crimson preciousness,
Tangled are the vines woven to and fro, but rich is the human soul.
Floating, cascading cherry blossom's dance, amongst the winds of
Destiny's air, ever gently whispering of loves softness, comforting warmth
Within the arms of lovers devotional vows.
These are the delicate tokens of the for-get-me-knots, showering of the
Lotus, a blending emergence, behold the feminine
Oh let the captive sparrow sing so softly the notes of spring, let her soar
Amongst the eternal skies of white clouds beneath liberation's whitest
Wings of grace.
Upwards, lifted upwards to touch and caress the distant sun above,
Little bird spread your delicate appendages, lie thy offering of the lotus
Leaf before the divine, and may it appease the God's, from which it draws
Life itself from be thy finest gift ever sacrificed,
Tender are their tears are shed, for she the sparrow of mortality.
Exhalted amongst the stars in the very heavens on high,
A beauty figure thus stands, poring the water of life into the deep
Rivers of the universe, and behind her ear lies a lotus blossom.
That blooms eternal.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Your beauty reflects on me in the morning sun
Having you by my side makes my life so much fun
You can bring out the very best in me
You’re the guiding light that sets me free
When I wake up in the morning with you by my side, love begins to flow from my heart
Another day of happiness is surely to start
Our future together is etched in stone
I will always be there when needed , you will never have to feel alone
Our journey through life will present many challenges along the way
Let us explore life together with all our energy to get the most of each day
We never know when when we will get the call that time on earth is coming to an end
Every day will show you how much you mean to me by showering you with all the hugs and kisses I can send
Hard pressed
Make clean the street filth
Cost of water, rising through rain
She sheds her scales
One eye then two
An onlooker then be four
Sounds of stream and myth
Flowing, breathing
Scattered shoes and gin
Steam uplifts like clouds
Roses and jasmine lightly in air
Swirling drain
Wash, wash, wash it away
Only beauty now to be shared.
The moon
Showering light on the earth
Comes with appreciation
Sympathy and love
Big and bright when you're happy
Stiff and cold when you're hurt
Blurs out when you're lost
Always look up for the moon
To comfort your feelings
The moon is
The only one thing
In the sky's darkness
You can see with your eyes
Feel with your heart
And love with your soul
Even it's the same
And can be seen everywhere
It may be different
To the feelings
Of your heart and your soul
Weeping willow showering grace
Sorrowful boughs dancing divine
Whispering winds of sadness lace
Weeping willow showering grace
Exquisite grief can not deface
Its charming withered arms entwine
Weeping willow showering grace
Sorrowful boughs dancing divine
Susan Showering
Brilliant
May morning.
Upstairs
Susan
showering,
singing
as the children
waken.
Donal Mahoney
Despite emotional, financial, grammatical...
any woe that doth assail
whereat early in the
morning until late at night tub bail
sinking craft, not possible
(essentially 24/7), I bewail,
where the fickle finger
of fate stationed me in life,
as if groping in the dark
unfamiliar with Braille
at heart though - directly predicted
on how yours truly did curtail
requisite healthy development of
body, mind, and spirit, yes analogous
to a train tragically did derail
in a near fatal
(scores of years ago) accident
(sorry no gory detail),
yet the impact still sorely felt
(argh...eek...ouch...all pains dovetail
actually more like subduction,
(way more powerful than deleting email),
sans plate tectonics geomorphism process
(a lengthy missive would entail)
full scale explanation, okay
in a figurative nutshell this, male
long (winded) fellow cannot Atlas
shrug off the belief he did fail,
and hopelessly embarked on
impossible mission to secure the Holy Grail
this state of mind linked to many pursuits
that metaphorically did fishtail
many objectives abandoned
finding me to flail
convincing myself at a
tender age incapable NOT gale
lent academically, athletically, avocationally...
thus many personal enterprises
witnessed a scared boy, hence best to hightail
further progress without testing potential,
I often ruminate, how aye did hobnail,
viz self imposed aversion to risk
on par with the most fortified jail
and one circumstance that
expunges burdensome junk mail
occurs basking under spray
as warm water doth prevail
cleansing, kickstarting, and
rejuvenating (albeit temporarily)
though some hours later...
back to choppy waves and torturous sail.
Drizzling webs, wanderer’s shelter
Asylum to the nocturnal,
Warring, nomadic spirits, rambling
On gossamer threads, strands so silken
Trembling with soundless lessons….
Sprinkling buds, costly shadows
Silhouettes of bruised flowers, eclipsed,
By the plethora of rain, flowing,
Gentle like the voice of mourning sun,
Pledging to erase the silence of stardust moon…
Showering oaks, walnuts and pine trees
In affectionate kisses, wet like a river,
Risking each tender glance,
Graceful as the Sunday morning hymns,
More psalm than proverb, so still and cool…
Raining droplets of liquid faith, prayers
Prayed by souls who listen,
To the descent of yesterday’s praises,
Whispering through the mist,
Blessing each heart with flavors of melting kisses.
The water sprinkles from our shoulders
to our feet...
Your mouth open as your tongue and lips
hold your teeth...
Our eyes blurred by the steam and the
passion behind this glass door...
It all started softly with a kiss and a hug
as our towels dropped to the floor...
Droplets delicately adorn the skin
dressing it with diamonds of life.
How you seduce the mind,
your peals pleasingly relaxing the body.
Soothing the soul,
your warmth trails playful affection,
infectiously raising temperatures
whilst refreshing hidden areas,
cleansing parts unseen;
until your passionate embrace is over,
and quietly you renew your natural force.
Waiting, welcoming tired spirits,
awakened, your piped need to run free escapes.
Then caught, trapped and suspended once more.
You stand now powerlessly surrendering
while pressures urge of desire to embrace
holds you, patiently awaiting naked return.
It is cool, refreshing, and it makes you smell smart the elephant said.
We stared at this pachyderm, was he all right in his enormous head?
Seriously, stand under here, you will love it, he said to my cousin Fred.
No thanks, said Fred. I like taking showers in my bathroom, instead.
I watched the elephant who was having a great time indeed.
He was soon joined by three horses and a buffalo steed.
I wanted to bathe with them, so I got my soap with grass weed.
Hoping at this moment no one starts any kind of stampede.
got into the shower
as he’d done a million
times before &
down below in the bottom
o’er where the tub meets
the floor,
there was a
black bug making its
way to crawl up the man’s
leg,
and for a minute
(before squashing it) he
hesitated, rather than
stomp him away---
he wondered just how
long that bug’d been
roaming round the tub,
he wondered how much
longer that bug thought
he had to go,
he deliberated that bug’s
usefulness in the “greater
scheme of things,”
while at the same time
excogitating his own
complete lack of meaning &
so rather than crush
out that bug’s last breath
of life,
he made the effort to avoid
him
whilst scrubbing &
shampooing that night.
Complement of the season
Christ the reason
Love the rhythm of the season
Songs of ecstacy
As we all sing joyfully aloud
Feliz navidad
A song we all like dancing to.
Alot of merriment
Enough to eat and drink
As we party hard
Smile on everyone's faces
As we converse within us
Things that merry the heart.
Jubilations
Not tribulations
Contribution to each other's joy
Not contradicting the story
As we share our testimonies
It was a showering of unconditional love.
Showering rain
Your each drop
Revive the life
Make futile
You spread love
You spread life
You create dream
And make alive
My heart was a dry land
While you sprinkle
Love shower on heart
Great revolution take place
You are my true dream vision
Talk about real reason
While evening meet with night
Fall and rise true happening of life
Move right way and touch real hike
Destination definitely touch the eyes
POET-ANURAG SHARMA
ADDRESS- DG-1 FLAT NO 27B
VIKAS PURI NEWDELHI-110018 INDIA
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