Shower Poems - Poems about Shower

The bride ran from the unconsummated ceremony weeping. The best man had handed her a note; the groom was not coming. He couldn’t have told her before the guests arrived? Before she put on her gown and veil? Before her daddy walked her down the aisle? A track star, she was faster than anyone else. She ran until she could run...

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Pedal Tones and arpeggios, and registers. "the act of separating the Two" The Twenty One Day Rule By Professor Meanus Labyrinth "Gabba Gabba Hey" Code name Project: " Fragaria x ananassa" Taint Whyle means to undermine a current relationship to bring it to null. or not any,...

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a torrential rain drenched us today much needed some would say now, after the chaos, settles the calm while the sun casts its golden glow on one and all like a warm coat of honey and we recall how darn lucky we are to be alive as we eagerly await oncoming summer indulgences posted on May 1, 2025...

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Son of Man, pause before judgment's seat, Lest haste consume your soul's retreat. Do what's right, yet don't waste precious time, For pleasing all is a futile rhyme. In seeking validation, you may lose your way, And those you please will mock you on your final day. Marry with wisdom, don't borrow to impress, For pleasing others can lead to financial distress. You...

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The posters bright, the faces young, A melody that sweetly sung. Four figures stood, a vibrant line, A feeling that was truly mine. Dao Ming Si with fiery gaze, His stubborn heart in youthful haze. Hua Ze Lei, a gentle soul, Whose quiet grace made spirits whole. Xi Men smooth and ever sly, With charming words that made hearts sigh. Mei Zuo witty, quick, and...

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The day the hour, The meat the shower, Show no oscillating octopus to an octagonal obelisk and eat a Greek tortilla upside down in a second. It is wiser to tread lightly in a miller’s abode. Round and round the turrets go those turtles so mind your footing for shells can be slippery really. When shopping for an...

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The beauty of the rain when those crystal drops fall on us, is what this poem is all about. The droplets fall on me now, As pure as a plain crystal- Even I do not know how, They fall on my body, I wish I was called worthy of it-By somebody. I feel glad and blessed, When those crystals on my...

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I lie, naked, cast aside in the shadows, My flesh, bare, crumbles among the carcasses of half-dying thoughts. I stare upon myself— Is this truly I, This forsaken creature, Smiling with bitter contentment at my eternal decay? Is this endless humiliation Truly the flame of my soul burning within my skin? Who was it that shaped me? And who, so merciless, invited me to...

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Light my way, O autumn skies. Tough turbulence, roll, soul. Endeavor, smoky skies. Wanton, golden bowl? Veer. Rapture, raptor hawk? Gibbous frost, allure, dark moon. Cloud castles, arrive through, vortexes. Nexus. Crystal blue-hued gusts, blow. Sunbeams, waterfalls, heaven's tumbleweeds. Cluster up damp, urban life. Troubled, vagabond? Too late, frozen? Repent? Up! Folly of summer, blaze high. Strangers in a foreign land, stand. Riddle, red. Dead? Inside? Pride! Forever,...

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It's a promise to laugh at the good. Be silly, spontaneous and comfortable being yourself. It's a promise to be supportive. Be the shoulder. Be the rock. Be the hand to hold each other up. It's a promise to accept. Accept the flaws-the big and the small. It's a promise to disagree. To argue and get mad. It's a promise to forgive. To listen and...

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The Mistake He had been invited for dinner in Peking by a group of business leaders who had invested much money for his venture and success, but they thought his fee was too much. I wanted to discuss the matter He took the plane to Pekin; when he landed, it was mid-morning, but there was no one...

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Rhyme saves you from taking things Too seriously cause it’s a game Even if you deny that it brings Some sense to what stays the same Of course you’ve got a bad hand And computer’s hand is all right Scroll away to the sea and sand For you still cannot book a flight You’re imprisoned for nothing at all Under an elemental power You can’t...

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Katie’s ribs pressed against her skin, the sharp angles of a body once soft. She lifted her blouse, let me see— the stubs, the little bumps, two perfect incisions smooth as marble. I swallowed. Physically lubricious—I couldn’t do it. Her perfume fought the chemo stench. Coiffed mascara, a careful face, a practiced smile, teeth too straight. She asked if I still wrote poetry. I said nothing. Once,...

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How much more attractive is a freshly cleaned toilet than a bride ...

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Bhanu Singher Padaboli Eight (gahan kusum kunja majhe) O'er the Eden grief, solitary floral, she. myriad, myrtle a soft croon of oblivion, the harp of the wind, weaverbird humming thistle Overcoming the fear, verses as they weave beyond subtle murmur Soulmate, a windcatcher, come along, fly on, o fly on! The sky blue innocence a morn and my morning dew the heart...

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