Best Showering Poems

Purifying drops
Cascade down the maiden's back
'Neath the falls she bathes...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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Susan Showering

 
Brilliant 
May morning.

Upstairs
Susan 
showering,

singing
as the children 
waken.


Donal Mahoney...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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There she leans under the showering blankets of refreshing silence
standing serene
as birds modify, beautify and inscribe
designing the skies in fashionable patterns
singing her favorite tune
and
melody in whooshing dimensions
as
she advances in admiration
alongside "chirpy"
the colored scene
unfurling before her sight....

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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......

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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,...

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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...

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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...

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