Short Soak Poems

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Premium Member Autumnal Soak

AUTUMNAL SOAK the tub is filling with temperature falling ~ leaves soak in color 10/23/2017
Form: Haiku


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Words come , words go
My thoughts tonight as taut as rope 
Just when the serein makes its final bow 
In cold waters my feet i soak
As i walk down the gateways of the mind 
Where i am engulfed by grief and serenity
I never saw you leave as if i was blind
And the thought of it brought my heart calamity
Form: Triolet

Premium Member A Privileged Soak

Take courage, child, when the storm speaks,
A privileged soak that wakes you up,
For God dispels the mountain peaks.
Take courage, child, when the storm speaks.
Ancient of Days, of whirlwind streaks, 
Takes off your blinder shades, shakes up.
Take courage, child, when the storm speaks.
A privileged soak that wakes you up.
Form: Triolet

Trickle tickle soak

Memory like thirst 
Every urge a first 
How I remember thinking
wet sin
Red silk pink ribbon
You manage a word
Yes .
Embraced first kiss
Outlandish desire
Pulling harder
Whimpers first 
Kiss turns worst
Now there
Sweet 
Drips pouring down sheets
I came to watch
As ideas from thoughts 
Turn hands low 
Shh.. I know
Form: Rhyme

The Soak of a Horse Trader

And it rains everyday since I arrived
Stockport Rain
in the soak of leaves
and in the breeze
in the grasses and reeds
and spilling city light
Where you live
mending to be free
You Live life  Like a horse trader
Wont someone listen
I need someone to talk to
and no one will spare me the time
I am seeing your silences in your retrisence
And it rains every day since I arrived


Let It Soak In

Stewing o’er surprise storms? "Crying's not for me." Wringing peace from panic’s plea, welcome water’s whimsey. Let the rain soak in… revive sapped energy restore grass to green relax the worry-warts. "Raindrops keep falling on my head But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turning red Crying's not for me 'Cause I'm never gonna stop the rain by complaining Because I'm free. Nothing's worrying me." B J Thomas
Form: Verse

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