Best Soaking Poems

Out back on that old tire swing

drifting to and fro in the springtime dusk

reliving childhood memories

she swings and smiles 

free as the red breasted robin

singing love songs as she soars

from limb to limb 

in the that mighty oak tree

her hair blows silently side to side

dangling ever so softly off her 

olive basted silky smooth shoulders

her...

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Saffron sun shone brightly, though it was a rainy day,
And varicolored umbrellas were up, in wild vivid array.
All shades were abloom, on the beautiful Dahlia Avenue,
And smiles were seen, in slanting rain of silvery hue!
Such mellow yellow gold, out of violet midnight dreams-
Like the heart of motley autumn, wearing spring greens!


Written on May 18, 2021
For:...

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Ratty cat, ratty cat,
old and alone,
sitting on a wood pile,
making it his own..
Ratty cat, ratty cat,
listening and wondering.
Why has the sky grown dark?
Could that be thundering?
Ratty cat, ratty cat,
here comes the rain..
Fur now soaking wet thru an
orange matted mane..
Ratty cat, ratty cat,
drenched as can be.
Are you waiting there for
a free meal from me?...

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soaking in warmth
of late autumn rays
~ decompressing



posted on September 9, 2019...

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The discordant words sat long with her.
The words sat slowly soaking--
soaking in a marinade of thoughts,
thoughts seasoned with reason

In thoughts seasoned with reason,
the words were permeated and saturated--
permeated and saturated
with knowledge and wisdom

With knowledge and wisdom
the woman could finally respond.
She could respond with insight and intuition--
the insight and intuition of a sage woman

A sage woman...

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Drenched in the infinite
Molded by the intricate
Unlimited distances
Traversed in an instant
Everyday appearances
Nothing is ever definite
Forever remaining defiant
And infamous
True and vibrant
Champion, triumphant
Blue heavens, unlimited and radiant
Stumbling upon scrolls of the ultimate 
Let these words be the evidence

Sword and shield
Weapons and warriors 
Soldiers and generals
Victory only means countless funerals
Glorious it is to die on the battlefields
What once...

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sun-dappled pool
 fall leaves lolling…
the Sabbath day...

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You've got smoking synergy
I've been cloaking energy
We're a broken tapestry
We've got token chemistry
They'll be croaking amnesty
We'll be poking sanity
In your joking vanity
I'll be choking symmetry
You'll be stroking emnity
In my oaken ministry....

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Soaking peace.

Waves,beaching themselves on the shore,
Palms wafting in the silent breeze,
A golden orb slowly sinking on the horizon,
Warmth caressing a body in need of rest,
The soft rippling of those fading waves,
The gentle swish of those lazy palms,
Making eyes feel drowsy and leaden,
Relaxation at the end of the day.

Soaking peace.


© Dave Timperley 29/01/2017...

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winter sunshine
on the meadow
all the horses
stretched out

Note: Although rare, a four line haiku is acceptable for modern haiku....

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Water Board Soaking and Choking

What I have heard tell
With some water board soaking
Could choke you to death.

Should sit for short spell
Have them teach me how to spell;
Can't do very well.

Could be crucified
Hearing how much he has lied;
His orange hair had died.

Car ran out of gas
But luckily brought my bike;
Workers were on strike.

What will be preferred
A...

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I used to just hide from the tears and the pain,
But now I just stand and stay still,
So what’s soaking inside can escape the 
restrain,
Of what’s coaxing my eyes to reveal…
What drenches me wrapped in a breeze with 
the wind,
Then mixes with tears on my cheek,
As passersby stop and then stare to pretend,
That the drops...

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soaking up sun
bikini clad by pool
the happy sponge



posted on July 26, 2018...

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Soaking

seems to be a healing process
in which a sensation within Being
is found immersed as separate stuff
in a warm bath of an infinite sea..
If the separate stuff is painful
the comforting image seems 
as a healing balm..Why not?
With a continuing experience
we might find in our comfort
a subtle recognition of that
persistent claim of separation..
There must be a deeper...

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Roses smell of wine 
Drinking in a pink spring sun  
Soaking up the day 
...

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