Best Carwash Poems
AmigoWoke 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, Droeach 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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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
It HurtsIt 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
Auto-Lube CatLicks its fur and paws
Cleaner than a carwash
Motor's purring now...
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Categories:
carwash, car, cat, sound,
Form:
Haiku
Caras 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:
BrokenA 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 VoicesI 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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Categories:
carwash, anxiety, men, poetry, sad,
Form:
Free verse
Sad SongsI 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
VoicesI 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 SymphonyPacked 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
VoicesI 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