Best Wash Poems


The Cow At the Car Wash

By Elton Camp

Tex had a longhorn he hoped to sell
But it was too dirty to do very well

It’d been lolling in the mud and dust
To get it all cleaned up was a must

So Tex pulled into the car wash bay
He put in coins and began to spray

He washed the critter nose to tail
Got it all ready for the cattle sale

But loading it back onto the truck
He got gored and was out of luck

So here’s the moral to this tale
Wash a cow and it may impale
© Elton Camp  Create an image from this poem.

Wash Away

The air outside has grown still again,
The leaves on the trees have all turned red,
The emptiness washes over me now,
the silence fills my head.

I sit here wondering what might have been,
Oh what we could have made,
had we seen it through til the end,
could we ever be saved?

Dreams of you, still fill my head.
Visions of your eyes, your lips, the things you said.
You tell me that its alright, and it'll all be ok.
Just before I wake up, and you wash away.

I got a picture in the mail today, oh it made me cry,
He's got your nose, and she's got my eyes,
I can see you're alright , maybe I'll be ok.
I wish I could wake up and wash it all away.

I never should have walked the road, I always chose to walk.
I never should have let you go, chosen not to talk,
I'm left here all alone now, left to start anew.
But I don't want to start again if it's not with you.

Premium Member Wash It Away

Wake up fresh in the morning, free from daytime's infections
   Splash a pot of coffee on your pristine complexion  

Rev up your car's engine: Send a cloud of smoke into the air
   Motor off to work: Emit toxic pollutants over the road everywhere

Sprint to your desk: Turn on the computers, the a/c and the lights
   Ratchet up enough current to frazzle countless insects and mites

At break, leave the office: Enjoy a quick smoke
   Then smell your clothes -- a tar-and-nicotine cloak

Back at your desk, sweat pours down your body
   Mingled with the smell of your cloak, you're off to the potty

Where you befoul the toilet, the hallway and office
   With tincture of excrement, exotic odor so nauseous ...
 
                              **********  

Now this poem's not going to sink, burn or crash
   Here's how to remove gobs of rubbish and trash

Step into the shower at the close of each day
   Turn on the water full-throttle: Blast those germs away

Let the welcome droplets cascade down your head, face and arms
   Wash the stench away with H2O's charms


Wash Away the Grey

The twists of fate drive deep 
on a sleepless winter's night
drowning in the depths of despair 
wondering if you were ever really there 

Free floating away in your fantasy 
as the hint of whiskey hits the brain
surrendering to a soothing smile
and succumbing to the cherry grain

I'm the ice melt evoking all your flavors
that you would never dare to throw away
drink in all of me  this finest hour
and into the night I'll wash away your grey
© Tim Smith  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Car Wash Line

Car wash running hot
Backed up around the next block
Car in front just clunked

Premium Member Falling Tears Wash the Soul

 

"May all the tears I have sadly wept this past
decade ... water the seeds I plant for tomorrow."

                                  (Inspired by an unknown quote)

The past decade has been painful for me,
just too many deaths;
too many last breaths,
this heart is broken ... tears could fill the sea.
Family and friends,
sadly, their life ends;
and what of me- oh, what can I do to heal,
then, the Lord whispered don't be afraid to feel;
falling tears wash the soul.

So, I poured all my grief into writing,
words dripped from my pen;
and then ... I found Zen,
and my poetry became inviting.
But, many times sad,
that made me feel bad;
yet, I was on a journey to write my grief,
then, decided to live life like a dancing leaf;
falling tears wash the soul.

And through prayer and Zen I found harmony,
peacefulness is mine;
serene and divine,
but as a warrior fighting fearlessly. 
I wish for like-minds,
and friends of all kinds;
I have passions and my muse is ignited,
my future worthy and I am excited;
for now my path is wonderfully lighted
falling tears wash the soul.

______________________
December 31, 2022


Poetry/Rhyme/Falling Tears Wash The Soul
Copyright Protected, ID 12-1513-415-31
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France

Written in the Qarinage rhyming form created by Gregory R. Barden 

Written for the Premiere contest, Then And Now
sponsor, Unseeking Seeker, Judged 01/03/2023 

Third Place


Premium Member Love Me Lord For I Am Dirty Wash Me Thoroughly

Love me Lord for I Am Dirty Wash Me Thoroughly

Oh, Lord I'm dirty
wash me
God, I am lonely love me
Lord I'm a sinner
Save me
Save me
Wash me
Love me

wash me over and over and over again
I am dirty, wash me

I'm so lonely, alone, so alone;
Lord, God hold me, love me;
Hold me
Hold me
Love me
Hold me

Cleanse me deep from within;
Beneath the marrow and my skin;
Create in me a new person;
Wash me
Save me
Hold me
Love me

Oh, I am such a filthy mess;
And yet you allow me to be blessed;
Give me your spirit;
Allow me to be near it;

Oh, Lord I'm dirty
wash me
God, I am lonely love me
Lord I'm a sinner
Save me
Save me
Wash me
Love me
I'm stinking with sin
I repent come on in;
Heal me
Save me
Love me
To my very essence, Oh, I'm repentive;
Come inside me Lord, God;
So that I may live long.....
I repent come on in;
Heal me
Save me
Love me Lord for I am dirty..........

Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2018 ©
11/15/18

Premium Member Wash Your Hands

Tied my shoes
  Wash your hands
Turned on the news
  Wash your hands

Combed my hair
  Wash your hands
Tucked in my chair
  Wash your hands

Put on my hat
  Wash your hands
Played with my cat
  Wash your hands

Took a bike ride
  Wash your hands
Slid down a slide
  Wash your hands

Held onto a rail
  Wash your hands
Opened the mail
  Wash your hands

The way things
  used to be
This was called
     O.C.D.

Premium Member Wash Away Evil

*Fiction, inspired by a photo

The old man sat on the bench, 
Holding only his coat and cup of water in his hand
He had given away everything he has
Now, he only has his voice to give and his arms for a hug
Wise words for the fools, who think they know everything
But do not even see what is right in front of them
Or the self-centered rich people who stomp on this creation
Without noticing a flower or budding tree
Where would they be without the sun?
The shade in the heat or not a single day of rain?
This man who is likely judged in his raggedy clothes,
Watches the world in dismay, as evil floods the country land
While powerful people control those who are blind
No-one walking by would know if he could give one more thing,
It would be his life, if it could wash away this evil
Save the people who love and restore everlasting joy
Like the joy he saw in the faces of everyone he gave to before
He looked down at the flower in the grass, next to the bench
Instead he spoke to the flower and said, I know you understand

Heidi Sands

10/13/21

I Wait the Ocean Waves To Wash My Soul

My heart races touching your deep Spirit's kiss,
My tear's curb crumbles greening my shrink cry.
The softness of your voice soothes my abyss.
My soul torn apart wondering to know why.

Wrong thoughts and so cruel wait  my tears and cry
The terrors of love just give them a black yard
And  my loneliness makes my sad soul to dye
When to sink  my reality it's very  hard.

I wait my hope which will never come to guard
This hope hunger squeezes tighter my soul's knee.
 I'm clinging to the past which is like a shard
That part which is still alive inside of me.

Much more confused on how to think or feel,
I talk, I dream and  I am  your balance wheel.

Never Use --------- S O P A------- To Wash Out Your Mouth

--------We're not Terrorists----------
------S.O.P.A. wash your own mouth out-----
----------not our Big Brother---------






*if you are not familiar with 
"S.O.P.A." 
and you are ONLINE...Read up...
The lovely U.S. Government plan
 to police our every Internet move...
It is a SICKENING infringement of our rights!!! 
"Get Up, Stand up, Stand Up for your rights!"~Bob Marley

Premium Member Can Not Wash Away All Your Pain

Can Not Wash Away All Your Pain


I can not make it rain,
can not wash away all your pain
Those dark clouds steal,
the joy that should be your thrill

I can not stop those hurts,
your heart cries out in spurts
No shoulder can relieve,
misery or the anguish you conceive

I can hold you tonight,
kiss you deeply, stop the fright
Make a fortress for you to rest,
giving you my all, my very best

You can put your trust,
as my love for you is a must
You can send your tears,
into my heart with no deep fears

Together we can both renew,
this fantastic love we always knew
As I hold you to fall asleep,
let my heart be yours to always keep

If I could make it rain,
wash away all  your shattering pain
Moving heaven and earth,
gifting you my soul for all its worth
I would then sacrifice,
give it all, pay any heavy price
Set my life to just serve you,
face against the world, just we two!

Robert J. Lindley, 02-05-2015

I read a poem tonight and it so struck me that this
just poured out. I stayed up late getting it down before
it ran away! I hope it may inspire others to comfort 
a person in pain and needing a friend. Life is far too
short for us to live so selfishly as to ignore those 
in great pain and great need.

Premium Member I Wash My Hands of It All, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel's Je M'En Lave Les Mains By T Wignesan

I was my hands of it all, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s Je m’en lave les mains by T. Wignesan


And what could we have done in his place
Who in this century would dare to judge him
he belongs to you and you are me-myself
A tiny cogwheel
An average individual
Someone responsible neither for evil nor for good
Who merely transmits
For others to execute

I am not to blame
Even if these things are not the makings of anyone in particular
they just happen
When such things happen I’m never around
It always takes place elsewhere
It’s not my fault I’m just a soldier

They’ll tell me Yes you’re not to blame
A command is a command 
I am a soldier I obey orders I‘m given
I merely pass them down the ranks

It’s not my duty to be concerned I wash my hands of it all
All this then just drains through my fingers
There are other hands to own up to all this
Replete with a hangman who’s one of them
More cowardly than Ponce-Pilate

Who at least kept saying I wield power
Who did everything   thought he could really do anything
Excepting the impossible and hence did nothing
To save him

And Jesus said  You wouldn’t have had this authority
if it weren’t handed down from up on high
Everyone of us is a grain out of the stock
Each is stymied by all
One’s implacable spineless There’s nothing I can do, I’m helpless
This’s the unending wail rising from humanity
He who alone agrees to bear the burden
Of all the others which none can bear alone

Is capable of the impossible

(from Piere Emmanuel’s “Les Jours de la Passion”, July 2011)

© T. Wignesan – Paris, October 10, 2014
© T Wignesan  Create an image from this poem.

Self-Service Car Wash

Slide your quarters, grab the hose.
(Point away from eyes and nose.)
Power spray to loosen dirt;
One more time now wouldn't hurt.

Grasp the soap brush - scrub that foam;
Top to bottom - almost home.
Coat the roof if you have wet it;
If you're short - well, just forget it.

Timer's ticking - spritz some water.
Uh oh - better add a quarter.
Watch those suds as they come pooling;
Almost done, but who you fooling?

Though the car looks slightly better,
Mostly it's just much much wetter!

Amazing Grace Wash Over Me

A prayer for those who are in dispair along the Gulf Coast due to the BP Deepwater Horizon 
oil rig explosion. A prayer for those who waited and their loved ones did not return, Amazing 
Grace Wash Over Thee.



Amazing grace wash over me.
My tears are a river to the sea.
Lord above, we know you know,
the oil that is washing upon our coast.
Amazing grace wash over me,
and lift my soul up to Thee.
Lord above, hear my prayer,
for those who are in dispair.
Amazing grace wash over me.
I lift my hands to God you see.
My prayer for those who were hurt,
and those who will never return to earth.
Amazing grace wash over thee,
families were left in disbelief.
Empty hands, their loved ones gone,
Lord Jesus, guide them safely Home.
Amazing grace wash over me, 
the oil is filling up the sea, 
from Louisiana to Mississippi.
Animals are dying,
and people are crying.
Amazing grace wash over me.

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