Brushing Poems - Poems about Brushing

Circling and scraping. Bristly and comforting. When I brush my teeth. It’s never that bad. But getting out of bed is the hard part. I find myself wishing someone would bring me my toothbrush. I could brush my teeth in my sleep. Instead, I’m lonely. I’m late so I spring out of bed, suddenly. Circling the room, anxiously. The carpet scraping my feet. Fearful that...

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while brushing each boot he (she) had been a new recruit looked great in his (her) suit accurately would shoot of crop was the fruit Take your pick of last line....

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while brushing my teeth … tragedies occur worldwide iron mixed with clay flooding my senses daily filling my bottle of tears while brushing my teeth … railroad crossing warning lights ignored by mankind choosing to beat the turnstile Russian roulette on steroids while brushing my teeth … greenhouse gasses mushrooming fossil fuel burning weather patterns alarming reality's fire consumes while brushing our teeth … our friend Time becomes our foe heads...

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tomato plants... touching everything that smell ...

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gently brushing nightbreak moon sheds our outlines ‘round treetops and here, warm breeze emboldens us curves bare as peeled leafage I yearn for hands fondling moist skin. .............. Dear Heart’s Writing Challenge 2, May 2019, Lind68868 Theme Chosen: A Dream ( Revised) 5/16/2019...

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Brushing My Teeth Haven been told when brushing my teeth, Is like water that flows through a reef; Up and down, And all around; Would wipe brush off with a long leaf. Now my mother will leave me alone and stop asking me if I have brushed my teeth. James Serious Mysterious Horn Retired Veteran and Poet Bolivia, NC...

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The convalescence occasionally is crushing When left and right kin struggles Not just any people, but those dear to you, You want to reach out And pull them all into your arms Only realising arms are too small and few, And they are with too many Can't alleviate, can't ameliorate. Our voices only reach so far Our ears and eyes fail As do our...

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HAIR BRUSHING The golden water of her hair Cascading over her shoulder, Spilling and filling my fingers With smooth cool fragrance Of lotus blossom, Smelled long after she rose And left the room....

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tiny silver streaks vanishing in the womb of the sleeping sea bushes trees then rocks appearing like the silhouettes of engaging women breeze in the older trees spreading shadows of life and death we are brushing our memories sadness is cleaned happiness in the fresh breath another day she is smiling sep 1 2016 12.12 pm...

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If only I could air brush out the many monochrome moments of my life that have caused so much damning introspection and debilitating self doubt. No good traveling the same old beaten track I just want to feel good about myself and put the stolen self worth back Adding colour to my life throwing ambient light upon my darkest days and nights. Peter Dome.copyright.2014....

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Brushing your sweet lips I shift my placement to you Kissing your soft cheek Russell Sivey...

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i brush up on my painting skills the room in my mind is slated clean pastels under foot bring cheap thrills actively brewing my mental caffeine with keen anticipation i open the can and scents arise from creamy hues to stir my emotions i alight cyan thoughts stir to pigmented chartreuse kneeling down i brush away worries and bristle with newfound anticipation at the...

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I can’t touch that part of you That wall can not be breached You won’t let down your defenses That separate you from me Stuck in a chain of moments That were not meant to last Telling it to my memories When I relive the past Face down in this recollection From the time that you were here Moving in your own direction Brushing past when...

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