Best Sponges Poems

Absorbing everything 
Cause I see everything
Searching behind hidden doors 
Combing through the shelves and drawers 
Where's the social validation  
Social media is like an infection 
Information pours like a continuous storm
Being nosy is now the norm
People now days only look at our flaws and...

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At least once a month
the stench from my kitchen
sponge gets so bad I refuse 

one more soap saturation
of this primitive sessile. 
Why is it that I can’t toss 

these replicas of marine life, 
amongst the simplest animal form, 
free of tissues, muscles, nerves 

and internal...

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Does the Sea
Suffuse...
Does the Sea
Perfuse...

the sponge?


Slipping, sidling
in:
the Great Outbreath
of the far forgot shore;
so small now as to be 
Unimaginable,
upwells in swells the 
Entirety of this sea -
and heaves these easy seas
from shore to shore
as
sure as the moon’s dim
light is gasped over 
when its wax is...

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Children are sponges they know their habitat
They're very aware.
Children listen to all your chats and spats
Whether your drinking this or that 
Believe me, you make every thing Crystal clear.
Children are sponges they know their habitat.
They know if you are a hellcat
Or a man of prayer.
Children...

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Oft I've wondered

If sponges were yanked

Would all the seas be dry?...

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I wonder if the best way to describe us humans (yes, every other definition you can now expunge) is to simply say, for the record, every human is a sponge.

It makes perfect sense when you think about it…if you take the time to graph the...

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Running down your chin 
warm on my shoulder; 
Vanilla candles; 
Water full of suds 
soaking each other; 

 In the bathtub 
rejuvenate,  
lips touching mine; 
Scented ripples 

cascading 
head to toe;
Just lie back;

Relax,
sponges

soothe ....

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My towels that fall on its floor
Never again cross my door:
Always sentenced to Death by burning,
The circumstances of one mourning…
Or demoted to a shoe rag,
Its reacceptance to eternally drag.

My sponges that in its slips off my hand
Become soldiers missing in action:
Some seconds of silence plus...

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