Bathwater Poems - Poems about Bathwater

...In the cold tub, at ten-thirty in the morning, I float like a wreck after a week of drinking and gambling, My body trembles, my mind is a dense fog, when suddenly the phone rings like a bell in an e......

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...Brainstorming until figuratively blue in the gills..., and finally gung-ho with a poem title important to yours truly not disappointing his Facebook fan base, which electronic affirmation, and c......

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...I had a dream that felt so real, Even awake, it felt surreal. Sitting in my comfy chair, Goosebumps rose as I sat there. Reality hit—I caught my breath— I almost tossed it out, a part of me to......

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...Expectations and like the many changing faces. We are constantly trying to fit the best one to put on. I constantly try to adjust one side and keep one's truth hidden deep inside. Embedded in s......

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...Do poets always walk in the rain? This poet once did When she was but a kid. The bathwater of summer drops Cascading from suburban chimney tops, Puddles on pavement Begging for splashing, A ro......

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...I want to write a song today from six feet under here. Won’t paint to kill the dead saints but I want to make it clear that I’ve been praying in the dark while lying in this grave, and wishing the......

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...Casting Off The Bow Line Goodbye my unwed darling I’m married to this dream Freedom calling out to me betrothal thus redeemed Bachelorhood a Siren’s calling Feted tween the sails ......

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...Oh bathwater waves bubbles from a school of fish; Calm after the storm.......

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...Prisoner Of Language Will time live eternal or just its retelling A prisoner of language whose paradox mined Dimension in contrast ill-fated contrition To look but not touch —and hope the......

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...A man loses his father and adulthood begins Bathwater draining the baby within A son who is sireless new destiny’s child Whose choice is to run or to stand and beguile Alone with his mem......

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...Today, there are no rubber ducks or mother's marigold skirts to hide behind as we once did. In their place, lurking dark and hoary, a bathtub mist updrafts thick with loose spores, and mil......

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...The halved tomato was freezer bagged and kept in the fridge too long Breakfast is nothing without a tomato but this melting fruit is in a dream state. Not corrupted yet, not rotten as we might e......

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...If we can’t agree on fifty-one percent of what affects us both we’re doomed Like the baby and the bathwater our future lost in critical disdain All politics of division a self-imposed, self-......

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...Each English-speaker knows that funner means more fun than fun, and weirder means more weird than weird. And yet nary a one of "proper" dictionaries has neologism words - t......

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..."You drown not by falling in a river, but by staying submerged in it.” A gentle mist billows above the man-made pond that spawns a rippling sorrel-dusky brook that ebbs and widens as it beco......

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