Bathroom Poems - Poems about Bathroom

I had cycled to Upper Montclair It was humid, hot, smoke in the air. I was sweaty, and smelled of Deet circles under my eyes, and I was beat. It was Sunday, I'm agnostic, or I'd be in church Anyway, my state flipped to desperate search I went to the gas station, to the staff I made a plea I said "Do...

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We must clear the signs If visitors come. The instructions on how to Wipe and clean. It is for shame, to not Embarrass him. Signs encouraging growth and how to Self-sustain. What do they think of My old cracking bathroom? If they knew the battles fought here, the messes made! At least the dog can still be washed here. So that’s one...

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Bathroom Mirror I stare into the mirror my hand pauses double-edged razor suspended in air. I see my face, and see what others see or do I really. They see my face as it is while I see what it hides a mask that covers much. I can see the seventy years plus of grief and laughter pain and pleasure. I can see the face others see but I...

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There's a window in my bathroom. I catch myself looking out of it every day every night every hour I see them all parading around, full of joy of hope of meaning I scan their faces for acknowledgement hoping the light left in my eyes is still enough. But they never peer upwards instead they march forwards their gazes transfixed on the day...

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the bathroom toilet is gurgling it sounds like it has the hiccups a non-melodic, annoying, grating sound my husband has shown me several times how to stop it he can lightly touch the handle and it stops I can lightly touch it eight times before it stops annoyed by this too, I choose to listen to it wishing we had the old...

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Your hand taps on my arm then points towards the door now you have decided that I can't work anymore Logging on way too early I'm due a break for sure especially for someone I don't want to ignore You ask me for a story one that we've shared before I'm told I need to read it sat on the bathroom floor Time is always precious who knows...

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I had a reason to clean some spaces this week my art studio and two bathrooms a guest was coming, which is the only reason I ever clean she did not have to use the restroom I offered them to her six or seven times all is not lost it was nice for me to have a clean bathroom for a change...

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Fido took time watering the large tree Forced to stand in line at dog park to pee Fidgeting they can't hold it Fearing to move they all sit A pet peeve, with bladder concern; knock-knee 5/1/2024...

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There was a young woman from Crewe So drunk that she puked in her shoe The old biddy who saw Dropped her mouth down in awe For they were both using the loo *I wrote this poem on January 6, 2024, as part of a ’30 days of poetry’ January challenge. This was day 6 and the prompt was: “There...

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It can be quite amazing to an older mind that's stretching back. Do these memories tell the truth? Or are they somewhat distorted? But three times in a few minutes? In that bathroom at Aunty Elsie's house? Sometimes I grasp my right hand with my left. I seem to be saying, Cease, quit! Stop that at once! Do not wriggle or jiggle with...

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Aromatic, foul Fuming scent, last night’s dinner Reeking, stinking smells ...

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Shelly had been talked into marrying this guy. He had money and would take care of her. She got more nervous as the big day came near. Money is not love, money is only, well, money. Her parents kept reiterating how marvelous this wedding was. They had dollar signs in their eyes which implored her to run. Shelly excused herself to...

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Permanent guests of their stream! Indeed, their bathroom: the stream After a good shower 'cream' Combined with the stream 'Day Dream'. They now go there as a team, Before and after smiles beam; From the same classroom, same stream, Quadruplets the four seem, Save that Agatha was slim And just the one who could swim!...

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if you are finicky or squeamish at all do not crawl under that locked bathroom stall. You never know what you will find on the ugly floor crusty dried feces and urine, other awful stuff galore if you are the one who locked it and slid out of the way know that we custodians kind of despise you today....

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Ring the bells for me Fairytale clock keeper I wanted to meet a beautiful end of my own design But those sticklers at the bureau are obsessed with time I couldn't hold on to my youth , adulthood failed me All my golden arrows missed their mark and between the sheets I never connected the dots Why does every touch...

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