Best Clothesline Poems
When spring arrived, my mother dear
hung things on the clothesline.
The bed sheets were a spotless white.
She loved to see those shine!
Dried in the sun, they nearly gleamed
and also waving there
in April’s breeze, on full display-
our old bleached underwear!
#3 : Clothesline
for the LET ME FEEL YOUR LINES Contest of nette onclaud
Categories:
clothesline, childhood,
Form:
Rhyme
The house where I grew up
Came with a clothesline in the back,
A dryer being something that
Most homes those days did lack.
I learned to hang the towels,
Overlapping just a bit,
Since by doing so, more laundry
On the line would get to fit.
I visualize my mom,
With wooden clothespins firmly gripped
In her mouth, despite the fact
With clothespin bag she was equipped.
When Covid struck, I hung a rope
Across my bathtub’s length,
Afraid to hit the laundry room
And test its viral strength.
It was a clothesline, technically;
I called it by that name.
Without the backyard breezes, though,
It wasn’t quite the same.
Categories:
clothesline, memory,
Form:
Rhyme
I pegged them out on my clothes line,
Like puppets on a string.
Those baggy pants fit for a clown,
Such laughter they did bring.
That claret shirt, high as a kite,
And three sheets to the wind.
They will dry out, to my delight,
My wet suit it has sinned.
George. Seal. 4/ 1/ 2015.
No. 3 clothesline.
Let me feel your lines.
Categories:
clothesline, clothes,
Form:
Rhyme
Two metal T's with wire line in-between
a place to hang washed clothes that you cleaned
Wooden clothespin to pinch and hold
even unmentionables to the world you showed
The sunny sun and warm wind
would in no time dry all of them
Sheets and shirts smelled like spring
fresh and bright was everything
Hanging blankets across all lines
became tents and shade during kids playtime
Beating a rug so dust would fly
those simple days now goodbye
Colorful neon painted machine
dries your clothes after washed and clean
Somehow it's not like summers of long ago
or using wooden racks inside during days of cold
Like the sleeves of a shirt waving in the wind
the old clothesline has come to an end
Categories:
clothesline, clothes, memory, remember,
Form:
Rhyme
Wind
sends out
a clever
breeze, who finds us
at our schoolwork, near Mother's hanging wash
Snapping back the corners of clean white sheets,
it tumbles off
to tell her
what we
know
Categories:
clothesline, children, student, teacher, weather,
Form:
Tetractys
I’m sure my mother’s punishing
The clothes that she hangs there
I don’t know the crime they commit
But I can’t help but stare
At clothes flapping in the warm wind
Treacherously secure
To a wire stretched thin from two poles
For some purpose impure
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Categories:
clothesline, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
Aha! At last! I've found the thing
That understands my suffering
A place of freedom from those I love
And the tyranny of the One above
It doesn't look like much, you say?
Well then, look again, I pray!
Have you ever seen more el'gant wood?
I doubt you have, for no one could!
And look at how these strings are taut
Exactly the way my mother taught!
The strength, the length, and tension. Yes!
If there was more, I'd be a mess!
What's that? There's MORE, you say to me?
The place for dirty laundry!
For here I find my moral support
And no one else shall e'er retort
Aha! At last! I've found the thing
That understands my suffering
My loved ones become the ones I hate
Good thing this clothesline remains my fate!
Categories:
clothesline, allegory, betrayal, imagery, irony,
Form:
Quatrain
At the end of another summer day
Rainbow of deflated asses crotches and breasts strung along our deck railing
Flail like a Tibetan prayer flag
Under the smoky umbrella of burgers and brats
Grilling for dinner
Souls adrift from their left behind soaked skin
The sleeves and pantlegs re-begin
Arms and legs jog in place
In the cool lungs of a dry evening breeze
Moon sheen of shoulders and knees
Minutes before dawn
Creased pressed and ready for a new day
They kick and whisper rearrange themselves by order
A titter of
Generations past present and future
Here the people come!
Grandpa and grandma moms and dads sisters brothers
An army of kids teenagers to toddlers
Hurray! One by one
Like rays sprung from the sun
Once again
Off
The dried suits are plucked
Hot bodies slip back into place
Here we go
Body and soul
Made whole for another summer day
Of swimming.
Categories:
clothesline, celebration, family, happiness, morning,
Form:
Free verse
Window viewing a wall
knows no world other than
brick square against nothing;
laundry blows in the yellow
tinged wind. Flaps mimic
birds flying. Bras trapped by
wooden pins, splintering. Grey
points piercing smoldering
dust and fiber on its way
to the refuse below. A push
from an unseen hot whisper
of foul breath smashes it
into a window viewing a wall.
Categories:
clothesline, city,
Form:
Free verse
The one who has been cleansed and purified
Is like a washed dress now sans grime and dirt;
Yet it has been stained once again inside,
As the smudge of wrong shows no joy and mirth;
Because the cord used is not firmly tied,
The garment falls down on this dusty earth.
The strong and steadfast man will overcome
The world’s enticement offered to his palm.
Categories:
clothesline, sin,
Form:
Ottava rima
wind dry
in the sun
clothesline magic
pinned in happy delight
fresh smell
wet blouse
waves gaily
clothesline magic
brave flipping and flopping
wind blown
denium
Heavy jeans
extra pinning
bogging down the wire
bending
clothes line
nostalgia
backyard neighbor
moms pinning together
60’s
Categories:
clothesline, nostalgia,
Form:
Cinqku
our extended clothes
so many stories hanging
on clothesline of life
Categories:
clothesline, allegory, allusion, clothes, extended
Form:
Haiku
she admitted to being a moron
only when it came to her
fascination with wine and great food.
as long as it is prepared in the right
portion by someone who knows what they are doing.
Suri Vicuna her name, I hope I said it right
she is a marvelous chef, great food.
I tasted her Sabot de Boeuf et pommes de terre" and I
fainted like a pig in my own slop!
Marvelous dish and a wonderful woman.
The raspberries , strawberries cream, truffles
and white chocolate noodles with Sauternes
allowed to see my date as evening lace.
We spent the night
in a sleazy motel
and dined on these leftovers.
A Cremora solo'd on the stereo
and I grind him to powder.
A passionate evening of fun and love.
He called me Kiko Saanen, after
the night, you know Kiko Saanen,
the character in the movie " With Ease"
the fictional goddess of Love.
I performed like
a World Class lover
something I will never forget.
Truly, truly I loved that night.
Morning tea made me sleezy again.
I conceived there.
Weeks later we married.
i have loved the man ever since.
Under the April sky, by morning
I was his!
Categories:
clothesline, art, character, creation, encouraging,
Form:
Ballade
cobweb clothesline
sock flapping in wind—
red oak leaf
11/7/2021
Categories:
clothesline, autumn,
Form:
Haiku
Polite ghosts pinned on a clothesline,
Dancing daintily in the breeze.
Using please and thank you
Practicing manners with much ease
Respecting each other’s ideas
Without a bully or a tease,
They plan their class reunion,
Putting their scariness on freeze
Categories:
clothesline, 2nd grade, 3rd grade,
Form:
Rhyme