Best Wash Off Poems
Don't rush to wash off the sea salt
drying on your skin;
the hopes it carries from other oceans,
those remain yet to be seen.
Categories:
wash off, august, beach, beautiful, cool,
Form:
Verse
Heart Washed Ashore
“The sun of my reason has set.
My thoughts have set sail and
My heart was washed ashore last night.
Take me to the bottom of the ocean.
There, I will build you a sandcastle.”
I asked you to bring me something from your memories.
You brought me all the stars in the Universe;
You brought me their gleam, their glimmer.
And I, I stood there consumed by their warmth.
In that moment, I realized that you will always love me more.
I waited for the dewdrop to come home;
But you painted for me dark blue skies and thunder.
The clouds brought me to you and I stayed; I stayed
Because there was no part of me that hadn't felt the rain.
In that moment, I realized you were my comfort; my ease.
I stretched out my hand to touch that petal.
And you flooded me with peaches and flowers,
You made me believe in Orange trees and destinies;
I watched our euphoria take over my dreams.
In that moment, I realized that you were my escape.
I let myself fall asleep on your lap and heard our time tick away.
I guessed correctly then, that Time would be our antagonist.
And I must say, she played it quite well.
I couldn’t feel the scent of your laughter anymore.
In that moment, I realized that I had already lost you.
I'm sorry I let my mind strike those words out;
I hadn't realized that they were stories from another world;
I hadn't realized that I was erasing your dream.
I'm sorry I didn't even feel the heat of your fire;
I was so consumed in mine.
Think of happy places, happy people; they said.
But in all my thoughts, I saw myself with you.
You are my happiness. The period I refused to place.
You are the ink-spot that refused to wash off.
Come be my snowfall again; I promise I won’t hurt the flakes.
Our yesterdays were so beautiful. Oh yes, they were!
They've held most of our smiles and best of our memories.
Frightened at the sight of our dreams coming true
I don't want our tomorrows to meet.
So hold my hand one last time and wish me a Good Life.
Let our destinies lay buried under the shade of our Orange Tree.
18 October 2016
Words Drowned In Tears Poetry Contest
Categories:
wash off, absence, angst, best friend,
Form:
Free verse
I hear the doorbell ring and I rush to answer it
The heavy wooden door creaks and squeaks and groans
My face is a ghostly white, you can only just see my eyes and mouth
The children scream loudly and drop their bags of sweets in fright
Terrified they flee down the path not pausing to look back
I grab their sweets and quickly slam the door
I dash to the bathroom
Twenty minutes is up and its time to wash off my face pack
Hee hee hee it works every year
5th October 2014
Categories:
wash off, halloween, humorous,
Form:
Free verse
A dysfunctional child covered in mud
If her mamma didn't clean her do you think a stranger would?
dirty looks and filthy nails
gossips, rumours and funny tales
labels that stick and wont wash off
she is a tree with a damaged root
she grows no flowers
she grows no fruit
Broken trees can’t grow wings
This little girl resorted to other things
2004
Categories:
wash off, angst, childhood, daughter, family,
Form:
Bio
You are the river running through
unfathomable greens
glassy yellows
down in the core of the river
flicker lightness on top
You increase me…swell me…impregnate without word or deed
push me to the fore till my sail fills with your carbon
a deep blue undertow …rip tidian
only moderate and full…like a plate of food...of vegetables …of fruit…of corn
You are the dark brown peat from which I absorb minerals
vitamins … steel ...magnesium…sulfate
the pillow of my essence’s rest in your name …hurricane
You fall on me
Wash off delusion
And I am a small green thing …a fine rooted thing
Small leaves of me stretch for your chloroformian shadows
My roots dig deep
hear your drum beat in the equatorial regions of the flaming core
I bend around the rocks …look under ever beetle’s shimmering skin
in all things you can be found
Amorous and craving …a magma surface of tension and sun
in tree tops …dark places
in the dark alleys
You are the blue jay…the cardinal but also the raven
the oak knows you too well…the west wind too and swells up in my skirts…my cottons
my downy …my linen …my lead
you stand … your hands on your hips
look out over the possibilities
hungry for returns
I echo
Light housing across ….a sound burst
a wave in a vast universe of waves ..so many
too many waves
but you will hear me
Master of my heart
lover of my flesh and bone…my fat ..my thinness…my crispness…my luxury
You will hear …what no one else will ever know
and call it home
Categories:
wash off, first love, life, love,
Form:
Free verse
You stand in rain, you love the rain,
The rain from way up high,
Because the rain hides all the tears,
The tears your little eyes cry,
Still there are tears that just won’t wash off,
Tears that’re buried deep down,
Those tears that you cry to yourself every day,
You cry without making a sound,
And all you say is “Shhhh, listen to the rain,
Listen to the clouds letting go,
Listen to the clouds opening their arms,
Hugging us all down below”
Then, what you don’t see, is after the rain,
You’re the beautiful sent from above,
You’re the calmest shade sent to us all,
You’re the beautiful rainbow of love.
Categories:
wash off, beautiful, beauty, love, sad,
Form:
Quatrain
Playdays Nursery Rhyme
Your rainy play day comes to an end
Running and jumping in puddles with friends
Creating rain paintings – making mud pies
Wearing warm rain coats – boots with googly eyes.
Time for a “tubbie” to wash off the mud
Duckies and bubbles – rub-a-dub-dub
Wrap up in a towel so fluffy and warm
Now jump into bed - cozy, safe from the storm.
Stories then prayers as you close your eyes
Dream of the days when snow fills up the skies – Night! Night!
10-12-21
Contest: Nursery Rhymes
Sponsor: Eve Rooper
Categories:
wash off, 1st grade, 2nd grade,
Form:
Rhyme
light a candle.
let it glow with hope.
let its thin film of smoke
disperse the dark clouds.
let it drizzle and frizzle out your stress,
let it wash off the stench of sweat.
let your pregnant hope
deliver twins and triplets;
multiple tales of success.
Categories:
wash off, hope, inspirational, philosophy,
Form:
Limerick
What have you done to your eager young sons
where will they hide now from the searing sun
and what Jordan river will wash off their pain
your gods were forgotten in your hurry to aim
and the holiest of places are no longer within reaching
and the hopes of the many are drowned by the foolish
we grow feckless and fearful and can no longer see them
their books are unread and unuttered forever
this infection grows scabs all over our bodies
and the fairest of faces turns a dark ugly pallor
our thoughts are distorted by soulless mad leaders
and our fields are grown weary of growing our bounty
and winds bringing clouds never release their waters
and the dry, warring fields of faraway places
are filled with fresh holes of the people who walked there
and we never once lifted a hand to defend them
and the sand in our faces we'll never inherit
and the righteous bold fruits of the mighty have rotted
their tongues of salvation are shriveling inside them
and the voices of liberty are empty and hollow
may the god of our fathers bring ashes and sorrow
and the end is a welcome change to our blood letting
the rivers that watered and cooled and once fed us
are swirling in angry revenge all around us
a pillar of salt is all that is left standing.
Categories:
wash off, political
Form:
Pastoral
I try not to say
Sorry to Japan the morn
Sunshine of Asia
I won’t be tempted
To further cloud this sore heart
With my sea water
It is not distance
That holds back the salty fluid
From my eyes but love
My own apartment
Is flooded with Japanese
Electronic stuffs
My countrymen are
Just like the moving sun and
Cannot not be there
My American
Friend’s a teacher in China
Shining so, so close
Japan has become
My backyard in this new world
Small global village
And the eyes also
Suffer the heat of pepper
Eaten by the mouth
So your pain, Japan
Has clouded my sanity
Yet I say weep not!
For by blood have kings
Wore their crowns; and with blood have
Empires been painted
And in blood do women
Deliver forth newborn babes
Blood brings good tidings
By blood had Asia
Risen above its storms. Ask
India, ask China
So weep not Japan
For blood does bring good tidings
In all climes and times
Let the rain wash off
The pain from your memory
The rite is over
Let the sun renew
Your seas and shores to prepare
You for the new dawn.
Categories:
wash off, allegory, dedication, depression, grief,
Form:
Haiku
The entrance to the cabin is covered with pearly white snow as we walk in.
We quickly take off our ski gear and race to the shower as you call out I'm going to win.
I turn on the shower and then lift you to my hips as we kiss as you rub your hard nipples against my bare chest as we wait for the water to warm.
We continue to play as we watch the snow fall heavy from the storm.
We then ease into the shower to wash off the salty sweat from a long day of carving trails in the snow.
I lather your body from your neck down to your hard nipples as I softly squeeze then down your abs to your silky smooth walls as you press back into my growing strength as you glow.
I then rinse your body as we kiss and then I slide my warm lips down your neck to your peaks as I take them in my mouth and circle my tongue as you sigh.
I then press you against the tile as my lips travel down your abs then over your hips then down your tanned legs as I slide my lips across your feet and suck your toes slowly then up your thighs to your silky wet walls as I watch the reaction in your eyes.
I then slide my tongue against your pink folds to your swelling pearl.
You moan softly as you quiver and shake as I ease my fingers inside your world.
Your nails then grip my back as you cry out and release.
I then lift you in my arms and carry you next to the fire as we enjoy the heated breeze.
Categories:
wash off, romance, sensual,
Form:
Free verse
This dirt....on my hands
Is from honest toil
You fear...you'll get
Your apron soiled....
If they should touch
Your skin so soft
Don't look at me
Like I won't wash off
I know...my clothes
Ain't always clean
Would you...prefer
Some dirt unseen
There was a time
You didn't care
Don't look at me
like you're pure as prayer
Or....someday you'll find
You're left....behind
Even muddy rivers roll
Darling, even muddy rivers roll
A hammer's all...
I've had to hold all day
Come close... to me
Don't turn away.....
Or.....
Someday you'll find
You're left...behind
Even muddy rivers roll
Darling...even muddy rivers roll
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Categories:
wash off, clothes, conflict, emotions, feelings,
Form:
Lyric
IF I COULD SPEND A DAY WITH YOU...
If I could spend a day with you, I'd be happy,
we'd never get enough of each other's company.
Our poems and write-ups will embrace unity.
Our inks will make love in the nights enmity
as we stain the sheet with creativity.
We'd hold hands strolling with a coffee,
grip each other in timeless euphoria like a trophy;
But you're worthier than all the biggest trophies.
Kissing is your art, I'd paint you with kisses,
And bask in the glory of heavenly drizzles,
Write you a poem that'll rain beautiful tears
Off your hazy eyes that'll wash off your fears.
I'd wipe away your tears when you feel blue,
every day, I'd tell how much I cherish you
I'd stare into your eyes, & without a single word,
We'd flipped feelings over the board.
If I could spend a day with you,
there is no height we wouldn't scale through,
I'll be your chandelier & make your night colorful,
leave an impression, I'd make you gleeful,
the holy grail is to make you esctatically happy.
I'd cuddle your brain & crack you up in a jiffy,
telling riddles & tales about motherland, Africa.
And when my day is spent & our bond bigger,
I'd made you more happier and freakier,
a memento of our memories rises at every flicker.
Reminisce our memiors now and forever.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Form: Rhymes
Copyright ©? March 2023.
Categories:
wash off, 1st grade, for her,
Form:
Rhyme
Welcome Home
Welcome to Earth
Where nobody is perfect
And nothing is always correct.
Welcome Home
Welcome to Earth
Where people laugh and talk
Where people cry and walk
Where people hate and love
Where eagles and doves soar above
Where people swim and surf
And chat about Google Chrome.
Welcome Home
Welcome to Earth
Where spring is the best season
Welcome to Earth, grandson
Where people talk and walk
Where soon you will use a fork
And a knife to eat like everybody else
In order to feed a bigger body in the house.
Welcome Home
Welcome to Earth
To be with a big and talented family
In order to sing and play music, to see beauty
And misery, to help and to write about everything
Under the sun, the moon and a beautiful spring.
The world is not perfect
And nobody is always correct
Welcome Home, my boy
Believe me
Life is not a perfect toy
Please trust me.
Welcome Home
Welcome to Earth
Where people dream and hope
Disappoint and rise up to fight
Wash off dirt with water and soap
And get stabbed in the middle of the night.
Welcome Home
Welcome to Earth
Be safe and be ready to surf
And to learn more about Google Chrome
Welcome Home
Welcome to Earth.
P.S. This poem is dedicated to Baby Luca Levi, my grandson.
Good Health, Hope, Peace and Love!
Copyright © March 26, 2023, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Categories:
wash off, birth, birthday, earth, future,
Form:
Rhyme
What srubs a soap rub with panache
And stops cleansing acts that won't wash?
For Lady Macbeth
Having planned Duncan's death
Great guilt hands her plans the kibosh
(Another classic example of undoing is the cheating husband who comes home with flowers
for his wife after the fact. It doesn't wash off)
Categories:
wash off, forgiveness
Form:
Limerick