Bathrobe Poems | Examples

Still, She Stays

Her bathrobe hangs forgotten by the door.
Her clothes strewn all across the bedroom floor.
And I find that I don’t care anymore
For she’s still with me.
Her makeup takes up all the counter space.
My lonely toothbrush hasn’t got a place.
But now I see it all as such a grace
For she’s still with me.

	All I’ve done to break her heart
	Should have torn our love apart
	Yet, through all those painful days
	Still, she stays.
	All those nights she sat alone
	While I left for parts unknown
	Makes me more and more amazed
	Still, she stays.

I can’t afford the latest, greatest toys.
And I don’t go out drinking with the boys.
Those old desires fade to background noise
For she’s still with me.
And though my restless heart still longs to roam,
Most evenings you can find me still at home
For she keeps me from being all alone
And she’s still with me.

	She could have left long ago.
	Packed her bag and hit the road.
	Left me wand’ring in a daze.
	Still, she stays.
	I will never understand
	Why she will still take my hand.
	Makes me more and more amazed
	Still, she stays.

Evolve

*Today, 28th your birthday arrived*.
Wearing a bathrobe and my hair wrapped around standing infront of the bathroom door and waiting during the time Ticks.
Tick, Tack, Tick, Tick, 0:00o'clock
My hand shaking and refusing me to, clicked quick on the "send".

Sitting at my table during homework and realizing: ,,isn't today his birthday?", my hands stopped me to continue putting my handohones on.
Looking at the wall, the clock hanging and me whispering.
Tick, Tack, Tick, ,,two minutes", tick, tack, tick, ,, one minute" , tick, tack, tic- ,,0:00 o'clock".
Qucikly I putted my headphones on and went ahead with my homework.

Today was a good day I thought, I was really excited to go to training today but well, first ofcourse school.
Packed my stuff and went in the classroom.
,,Yooo, isn't your birthday today? Happy Birthday bro!", 
Oh, I forgot
I finally forgot.

Anatomy of a Marriage

We stay up late to watch the Perseid meteor shower,
late for us now being after 9.
We end up moving our individual lawn chairs to separate parts
of the front lawn,
apparently more interested in our individual views of the heavens
than our proximity as a couple.

We see no meteors
as we watch the stars begin to appear,
but three satellites pass overhead 
in less than a minute,
and this makes me feel some wonder 
at what humanity has accomplished.

You then go inside
as I start to doze 
and return with word that the internet astronomers
have pronounced 4am as the prime viewing time.
So off we go to bed and sleep.

At 4 I wake,
bundle up in an old bathrobe, 
and head out into the star covered yard.
Eventually you follow
and we watch as several meteors shower past in as many minutes.

Content that we have seen it,
although definitely less impressed than we remember,
we head back to bed 
and sleep.

(for Carol - 8/13/23)

Luxury

As I wend my way around curving roads
up high into the mountains
I finally arrive at the Eight Gables Inn.
I wonder what it is that drives me here!
Perhaps I have developed wings
and flew across the Atlantic towards
The Great Smoky Mountains
on my adventurous ride
to the Blue Ridge Mountains.
 
Tired I hope the Inn
will live up to its reputation.
The sun is setting as I view
the purple orange skies darken,
whilst here and there lights
in desolate cottages twinkle in the dark.
I hasten to my private bath
and slowly sink in the warm water,
overpowered by the smell of soapy foams.
Pleased with my silky skin
I put on a plush bathrobe
luxuriously enjoying the feel
of the soft fabric against my spores,
and with a graceful dive find myself
on top of a feather-top bed.
This is the life of luxury...
 
Until I feel the taste of blotting paper
that cover my whole mouth.
I open my eyes and know
it was all a dream, alas.

Bubbles

Bubbles floating in the air 
Warm bath water have no care 
Bathrobe strewn down on the floor
Here let me, I'll close the door
Lavender bathbomb lathers nice 
Scent of springtime, don't think twice
I'll bring you more champagne on ice
Then light your clove to add some spice

Wedding Preparations

They found her slumped against the bed that morn,
A bathrobe loosely pulled about her waist,
A folded pile of clothes that she had worn,
No sign that death had come with any haste.

No indications untoward or strange,
Except perhaps that she was on the floor.
You got the sense that this was prearranged;
It made you think there might be something more.

From underneath the bed skirt could be seen
A Bible, worn and loved, that much was clear.
You pulled it out to see what it might mean,
And now you understood what happened here.

“Your lamp, keep full; your wick, keep lit and trimmed.
Behold! The bridegroom comes; go meet with him.”

—————

For Sandy

Familiar Patterns In An Altered State of Wellness

i am dizzy right now and i am unable to be able
i simply refuse to reestablish my common sense
i choose stubbornness and it has now caused me mad pain
maybe i will grab my sweety's throw blanket and sleep in front of the chiropractor's door

i am lightheaded right now and i am unable to be able
i create stanzas of excuses moonlighting as poems
i am an unfinished basements salesman specializing in repetitive wolf tickets
maybe i will grab my starlight's forest green furry bathrobe and sleep in front of the orthopedic doctor's door

i am confused right now and i am unable to be able
i am a right handed pitcher of habitual lies in a dry desert
i am a left handed denialologist with only disorted images on the obvious picture
maybe i will borrow my lady's always warm brain and go to the wall of her primary doctor and knock some sense into myself until opening hours

A Striped Cat Who Wears Striped Socks

I'm a striped cat who wears striped socks.
All of my food is in a striped box.                                
I use striped soap to make striped suds.                  
Even my bathrobe is striped. So is my rug. All of my flowers are striped in my garden. Even the ladybug who plays in the rain shower. My striped socks hang on my striped tree while the striped honey bees laugh at me.  My best friend the striped bear love milk and cookies in his striped chair.  Goodnight striped moon. Goodnight striped stars. And hello sweet striped dreams.

Travel

You can take an agency tour
Or a cruise to somewhere exotic.
You can cram onto buses and trains
Or sway on a camel hypnotic.
You can stand on your toes in a group
And try to see o’er the crowd,
To possibly glimpse Mona Lisa
Or hear, though the noise is so loud.

Instead of coming home tired
And set for a week in your bed
Travel the way that’s relaxing
And see more and hear more instead.
I’ve traveled the high Himalayas,
Seen mountains and valleys galore
Trudged with the yaks and porters-
No frostbite, no blizzards, no sores.

From ocean to ocean I’ve wandered
Seen whales and dolphins at play,
Walked in Australia’s Red Center  
Without face nets to keep flies away.
I’ve learned much about native people,
Their customs, their habits and lore.
I’ve even been south to Antarctica
And oh, to so many sites more.

And all of this time I was sitting
In my living room lounging chair, 
Dressed in pajamas and bathrobe
With books piled around in my lair.
My armchair’s a magical carpet
That whisks me wherever I wish
No planes or lines of security
Just a turn of a page and –whish!

Our Birdbath

When birds take a bath in your birdbath
Are they self-conscious about nudity and their overweight flab
They could put on a bathrobe
But no arms for the armholes
They turn on our faucet and create a big splash

Do You Still Love Me I Wonder

Do you still care for me?
I am no longer who I was
I can’t remember names 
I ache and we go to the hospital often
Your voice gets scratchy and angry
Often when I cannot remember simple
words and facts, late at night it worsens 
I cannot care for you as I did 
I must carry my own pain best I can
Perhaps too much the mother over time
And I  am fighting for small layers of myself
They chip away when I am tired
So you wear your bathrobe quietly
Late into the night playing computer games
And softly cursing as I sit reading mysteries of life and death
Teach our dogs another trick 
I am slowing down it's true
I see and feel your frustration
Do you still care for me I wonder
Life is not fair
And death is a cruel guest.

Tv's Come Untethered

Sports, Sports, Sports
   Weather, Weather, Weather
News, News, News
   TV's come untethered

Business, Business, Business
   Politics left and right
From dawn to dusk, and onto evening
   And far into the night

Pundits, Experts, Talking Heads
   Some quite lively, some quite dead
Studio audiences and callers-in 
   Vying to be heard above the din

Hundreds of channels, options galore
   Comedies, movies, talk shows and more
For the serious viewer, watch a docu-drama   
   Decked out in bathrobe, slippers, and pajamas

Is all this really better than the 'good old days'
   When there were only four channels, only four ways
To while away the time, potato chips and couch
   ~ The fare then far superior, I'll bet you'd avouch

From Behind the Wheel

from behind the wheel
ordering drive-through coffee
~ slippers and bathrobe



AP: 2nd place 2022

Posted on July 16, 2018

Sympathetic Apologetic

Why should I be sympathetic apologetic
life eats at you if you let it
never forget it
forget where you came
sick of this mumble rap its hella lame
so what can you proclaim
displace
why should I listen if you have no taste
semidetached keep the lock on your mouth latched
one to run when you're outmatched
why should I bring my homie's
when all you have is weak lyrics you show me
conglobe lounging in a chair with a bathrobe
I have a ordinary abortion nearly outlook on life
simple question why kill a baby before his life lesson
were worried steadily hurried carried along
don't want to pay turn a girl to a mom anyway
child support lost fathers at court try to distort
these memories its like our babies sold separately
adoption agency that's a sad thing to see
thankful it did'nt happen to me
im having visionary illusionary thoughts
its scary people dying from blood clots
a tumor ignore a rumor if you don't the rumor
might happen sooner. -TA

Frozen Peas

Frozen Peas

I saw a lady in her bathrobe today
Entering the local grocery store
Her eyes were all glazed
She walked around unfazed
She shuffled all alone
Off she went to the freezer
Picked up some frozen peas
Shook her head do I need these?
I watched for awhile
Then I had to smile
A frail little man
Frantically looking
For the wife he had lost
Just wandering around
I take him and say
She is moments away
There he will find her
Still holding her frozen peas
Not looking behind her
No knowing he found her.

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