Best Soaking Poems

In the middle of winter
within misty moors,
lies a melancholic meadow.

Up above grey skies foretell
perturbed crows to seek shelter.
Down below, 
an isolated tree - naked and...

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""Child's Play""

You go down like rain,
A wishing star in disguise, 
You scream bloody murder 
-the perfect two-face disgrace
Your lips forever stain and reside with Benedict...

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In November I write of winter
  for I am weary of the old year and tired bones
I visualize all hardships blanketed with fresh snowfall
geese...

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At day's end, I take in the last light
seeping into the dark waters
across the bay and keep it here.
I gather the sound of departing gulls
smudged...

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Our first awareness
      falling through time
      through blood-rain, pure white snow, green vegetation 
 ...

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The steadily falling cold August rains
Continue to pour upon Cheshires lanes;
Over flattening fields of soddened wheat,
Soaking the grass, splashing the feet.

Stands the Combine in the...

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Why I am here in Poetrysoup?

I like a seed carelessly thrown 
upon dirty solid black, brown rocks,
I strive, thrived to grow 
despite big rough blocks..

words......

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The 28th of April; I'll always remember that day
It was very overcast and the sky was quite grey
That short journey to the vet I will...

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I remember clinging on to the naked branch,
which had been my home since the season of birth.
In my days of botanical glory,
flourishing and nourishing in...

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~STRIP TEASE~     Featuring:) SKAT

Silver Skimpy Ink, String, A POET DESTROYER's bling, bling
Think of me as a human ditty delicious decoration,
Something along...

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Dream-worker 
delves deeply into my dream;

vibrations fondle anticipation
foreplay wakes wide-eyed 
swells of liquid libido quake the rendezvous edge -
a primordial being in his prime
a masculine...

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Like the cloud, I am collecting the moisture in memory,
Soaking up the solitude, I have been alone in misery.
Feeling full on failure, droplet wall builds...

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I tried to create a poetic dream,
to fulfill our promise,
but we became a victim 
to fate's wounding ways.

My flower garden lies in ruins,
suffering in silence...

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Upon my pilgrimage yearning for love.
I found myself surrounded by a plethora of petals.

Day and night I searched for a fragrance.
An aroma that would lead...

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My mysterious muse is curling ‘round clouds of cotton.
In fact, she is content soaring through the sky, 
soaking in serenity, while sailing in the...

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