Best Laundry Poems

(She's Got Cooties)

Bitter every night, she speaks of another man
In dialogues, she rips and shreds my brothers sheets
Her moves are naught more than an exposed wound 
Riding dreams with no thought to spare 
With eyes, that lie every night,
Even, I believe every word from her...

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Oh laundry, how relentless you are in this house,
It’s as if I were a polygamist’s spouse.

By: Sabina Nicole...

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Once a week we do the wash;
It’s part of our routine.
With just the two of us at home,
There’s not that much to clean.

Apartment living means, for one,
Machines are there to share.
The basement has the laundry room;
We do the washes there.

My husband loads the washers
After I...

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You see it a lot now a days, being aired everywhere you look
In many forms and many ways even you and I are in the book
As the news anchors spin their story or even just friend to friend
Jesus said in all of His Glory be...

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I’ve come to believe that dirty laundry
is alive.
Just when you’re down to one batch, you turn
around and there are five.

And I also believe that laundry runs around
at night by itself.
“Cause “no one” gets it dirty, or takes it down
from the shelf.

“I don’t know where it...

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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 sweatpants
Quarter cup of Tide® Enhance™
Roll up to the laundromat
You want yo titties autographed?...

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I'm not wearing underwear
I can’t afford to clean my clothes
I shower every day
and sensitive skin from soap and psoriasis makes me itch
But I have bills to pay
I know you understand
Raising my little half brother and half sister
I've only met once
who are an ocean away
But this...

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He glances through the curtains as she leaves.

And he knew she was going with him instead.

Desperately he washes his soul of her but its for naught.

And  he hangs each feeling on the line and the cool breeze.

She walks to the corner and gets into...

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Washing spinning suds
Watching. Thinking on spring things
Carnations in strict 
Formation and blue roses
Poses on balconies.

With BLINDING beauty 
All are blooming and smell of
Fruity confessions
With their beauty fragrant
Fruity concessions they are

Doing their duty making
Life a lovelier WORLD...

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People will always pry or judge the life that you’re living 
To be nosy or gossip that’s their religion
It is the betrayal in enemies
Gossip has destroyed so many families
Always talking behind your back when you’re not around
Instead of lifting you up they’re always putting you...

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I'd just done some washing
I'd hung it on the line
The sun it shone delightfully
I thought "this weather will stay fine"

Then I heard the weather forecast
Gee blimey it said rain
So to myself I did say
Must bring it in again

The sky turned dark and cloudy
As the wind...

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Along with the stench 
From the Vietnam swamp
Lingers many other stains
Far beyond mud and muck

I’ve washed and scrubbed
‘Til my fingers bled raw
Trying to remove the souvenirs
From my uniform cloth.

Splats of blood, of a friend,
Buried without a face,
And the revenge on the shooter,
In the very same...

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I hide 
In my splintered wicker laundry hamper
Under last weeks soiled cloths
Sheltered within a warm wooden box

At first the cloths smelled of me 
And later I of them 
And soon hereafter 
We of we

I lay there
Still and cold
In the soiled
Hopelessly Awaiting For Laundry Day...

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She loops the carefully folded laundry
       in the crook of her arm the way you would lift
              a cat peacefully sleeping on a bed.

The need for...

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Where do socks go 
When the washer stops?
Where do they go 
When the washer stops?
Through the laundry mist 
They escape
One goes astray
And another lays motionless
In the laundry basket
Where do socks go
When the washer stop?...

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