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 caramel coloured eyes twinkle
in the fading sunlight
as the fireflies start to sparkle in the auburn sky
I sit quietly drinking my freshly made ice cold lemonade
soaking up all her splendor
knowing I'll be holding her tight tonight
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: Charm me ~ Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
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?
soaking in warmth
of late autumn rays
~ decompressing
yellow-aid, humid; a human soaking
the last rays in walkabout,
wet with vitamin D.
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 could now respond,
a woman who knew how to season her words.
The woman who knew how to season her words--
She seasoned her words with grace.
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 was is no longer real
Human history is on a repeating hamster wheel
Angels and Devils
Hell and Heaven
The ugly and pretty
It all seems the same to me
Actions leading to pearls
Actions leading to perils
Angelic pen devilish pencil
Graffiti and poetry
Cemented into the seven pillars of my temple
Ravishingly raging rock n roller rapping rebel
Beautifully blowing bubbles
sun-dappled pool
fall leaves lolling…
the Sabbath day
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.
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
winter sunshine
on the meadow
all the horses
stretched out
Note: Although rare, a four line haiku is acceptable for modern haiku.
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 predicate adjective
About how I live.
Success had arrived;
When reaching pinnacle of
But became cynical.
Where from my mind did all of this
come from. Only God knows as my
curiosity grows.
Jim Horn
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 are just rain at my feet…
So heavy it falls so I lower my head,
And barely can catch all my breath,
Preventing my lungs what they need to be
fed,
Convincing my heart to beat less...
As it muffles the sound of what comes in my
ears,
The rhythmic torn splashes of ground,
Lay silence to suffering coupled with fears
The second that no one’s around…
I used to just hide from the tears and the pain,
But now I just stand and stay still,
Praying my life has left something to gain,
And soaking my heart till it heals…
Terry
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It's not raining...but I'm getting soaking wet
My head is sweating...because, there is something...I can not forget
My baby's leaving me...and my life is filled with sorrows
Just knowing, that I won't be seeing her...in all of my tomorrow's
It's not raining...but dripping off my nose
Are drips of teardrops...flowing, just like a river flows
My baby's leaving...and I am broken hearted
Just knowing that...there is something she has started
It started raining...but I was feeling a little dry
Until I cried again...when my baby said goodbye
My baby's leaving...and I just can not forget
It isn't raining...but I'm getting soaking wet
The sun is shining...I am feeling so much better
The postman came to me...and he handed me a letter
My baby wrote to me...said she was coming home
Without me in her life...said she felt all alone
The sun is shining...and I've got life back again
It seems so long ago...it seems like way back when
It wasn't raining...and I was getting soaking wet
Because, there was something leaving...that I just could not forget
Roses smell of wine
Drinking in a pink spring sun
Soaking up the day