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Best Carwash Poems


Premium Member Amigo
Woke up this morning to dirty dishes and fly’s in the kitchen.  It was raining outside.  Raining hammers and nails.  I heard the baby crying but it didn’t mean anything to me.  I was lost in a dream a fantasy. ...

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Categories: carwash, allusion,
Form: Narrative
Hi, Dro
each thing living on
Murdth ‘sorbs water chiefly wet
backards of arid-
zona an’ the holmby hills’ 
chlorine romp ponds drawing the

scant as blue blood for
the thirsty altar as a
mercedes to the
mccam bridge carwash on
la cienega for the 

hundreds…each living
thing like coke water classic
from botswaniam 
pools It’s the...

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© H Mantel  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: carwash, satire, water, water,
Form: Tanka
My Friend Tom.
I have this friend not many would have thought I would have he is shall I say not quit clear,
he wears mascara loves to take exlax dosn't like to wear underwear and will only get a french manicure,
I meet him at an all night carwash...

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Categories: carwash, friendshipme,
Form: Free verse

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry



It Hurts
It hurts when I go for a walk
and get attacked by the same old dog,
it hurts when I run over things
I can't see because of the fog,
it hurts when I'm in the shower
and come out with 1st degree burns,
it hurts when I'm stuck in traffic
and...

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Categories: carwash, feelings, humor,
Form: Light Verse
Premium Member Auto-Lube Cat
Licks its fur and paws

  Cleaner than a carwash
 
    Motor's purring now...

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Categories: carwash, car, cat, sound,
Form: Haiku
Car
as i drive by
it caught my eye
it was yellow and green
my car need to be clean
they had a music theme
at the carwash  ba
drink and wink
in my
car...

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Categories: carwash, thank you
Form:



Broken
A chain that’s fallen off
A gear that’s lined up wrong
A belt that’s all worn out
A broken come-along

A four-by at the carwash stuck
Something round here really sucks
A bay that doesn’t give a truck
A babe that doesn’t give two trucks

I’ll try to oil that squeaky wheel
And lighten...

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Categories: carwash, how i feel, lost
Form: Verse
Throat Voices
I want to run her thoughts
through a carwash, they are not dirty,
just old, the way a classic corvette
needs a rinse occasionally, but never a re-paint 

Not that I think of her as a car, 
more an abandoned engine
that had been laid too long in a...

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Categories: carwash, poetry,
Form: Blank verse
What Has the World Taught Me
"NGENZENI NGENZENI" "AWWW BAKITHI UMNTANAMI"
"THERE IS NOTHING FOR MAHALA NANA AND YOU
KNOW WHAT TO PAY ME WITH" "MAMA MAMA VUKA"

Mmmmh that's the world nowadays 
That's how cruel people in this world 
Have become. Scary huh? Well It shouldn't
Be anymore, you know the only thing that...

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Categories: carwash, deep,
Form: Rhyme
Pipe Dreams
…incongruous car

 

alien

 

shiny-red, carwash-clean

 

not the usual

sharp edges

 

not stolen, like glances

not abandoned, like puppies

not torched, like memories

not peeling, like marriage

not rusting, like opportunity

not dumped, like dreams

not burnt out, well…

 

his coat was left on a rock

overlooking the industrial estate

while drinkers and drivers

leave the...

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© Dave Lewis  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: carwash, anxiety, men, poetry, sad,
Form: Free verse
Sad Songs
I want to run her words
through a carwash, they are not dirty,
just stale, the way a classic corvette
needs a rinse occasionally, but never a re-paint.

Dinner together in a roadhouse,
the nasal song of a country boy
trapped in a ball-breaking melody.

I can’t hear her words,
she can’t hear...

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Categories: carwash, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Voices
I want to run her thoughts
through a carwash, they are not dirty,
just old, the way a classic corvette
needs a rinse occasionally, but never a re-paint 

Dinner out together,
the background music is too loud.
I can hardly hear her words,
she barely hear mine

An owl in a hollow...

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Categories: carwash, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Last Symphony
Packed my 92-year-old dad
Into the old Lansing-made black Cadillac
To see the Detroit Symphony play at Wharton
We’re dressed up at the red light of Waverly and Saginaw

This vital busy corridor
Once home to Schmidt’s Estes Furniture Leonard’s Appliances
A golf course with sledding hill
Sully’s Drive-In

Now this crossroad is...

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Categories: carwash, anger, anxiety, betrayal, dad,
Form: Free verse
Voices
I want to run her thoughts
through a carwash, they are not dirty,
just old, the way a classic corvette
needs a rinse occasionally, but never a re-paint 

Dinner out together,
the background music is too loud.
I can’t hear her words,
she can’t hear mine…finally we’re communicating.

An owl in a...

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Categories: carwash, poetry,
Form: Free verse

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry