Best Laundromat Poems

I enjoy watching
Clothes tumble in the dryer
At the laundromat;
It reminds me of sunset
And its swiftly changing hues....

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She precisely folded
the baby clothes and being
a long time laundromat
habitual, I recognized the signs.
Obsession at the laundromat level
is usually the last attempt
at order in a...

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**For Ruben O, My little Bro**

(This poem was written and a recording made for the contest sponsored by Team Poetrysoup which was deleted before it...

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Like a beacon on a hill
The white church steeple gleaming still
For all the many years gone past
It marks the path for home at last

Up and...

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so i asked the lad
he was at work with his mother
she manages a laundromat
where one may only need machines
but there is a service of clean...

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The kiss of chaos
chaotic kisses,
what a gaudy
goody 
this 
is.
Tiny increments
of change,
lick your lips
and rearrange,
molecules
and atoms
charged,
with a random love
at large.

met you in a laundromat
feeling old and...

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 There once was a sock
 That was left at the laundromat
 His owner forgot to take it back
 and for a while in the...

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Banana Bread Yum!


Spring was in the air sooo thick that you could cut it with a knife!
As to the Laundromat I went with Dragon at...

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I'm a mind raper
I'm a fine rapper
You'd better stay out of my way
Cause my nine's always strapped
Even on laundry day
Got my glock tucked in my...

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Daylight dies
Blackout the sky
Does anyone care
Is anyone there 
Enjoy this life 
Pop open a Sprite 
Roll over to the right and kiss my wife 
She's...

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It wasn't my choice to spend that Sunday

Washing clothes at the nearest Laundromat.

My washer could not be fixed 'til Monday

My dirty clothes just could not...

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A date with my Hubby is an amazing and a most wondrous thing…
It starts with the McDonald’s Dollar menu and then we grab and run,...

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Kirby's no Catholic, at least he doesn't believe 
the Pope's infallible. Infallibility's for me, 
the one he counts on for treats under the table 
when...

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The Dead Word Pile

My fault, sorry, the writing’s on the wall.
Awesome, pretty, don’t matter none at all.
The words just have to join the pile
Where all...

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The silence, the almost endless joyful silence, 
That's what I remember most looking back, 
Silence and belonging, companionship, 
Not in Nature so much as part...

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