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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

Categories: brushing, anxiety, depression,
Form: Free verse

Recruit Brushing Each Boot

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.

Categories: brushing, allegory, analogy,
Form: Haiku

While Brushing My Teeth

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

Categories: brushing, environment, fear, future, hope,
Form: Tanka

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Brushing Up Against My Haiku

tomato plants...
                                           touching everything that smell

Categories: brushing, garden,
Form: Haiku

Gently Brushing Nightbreak

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.


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Dear Heart’s Writing Challenge 2, May 2019, Lind68868 
Theme Chosen: A Dream ( Revised)
5/16/2019

Categories: brushing, desire, longing, sweet,
Form: Verse

Brushing My Teeth

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

Categories: brushing, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick

Brushing Across the Distance

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

Categories: brushing, butterfly, emotions, feelings, friendship,
Form: Free verse

Hair Brushing

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.

Categories: brushing, hair, imagery,
Form: Imagism

We Are Brushing

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

Categories: brushing, allusion,
Form: I do not know?

Air Brushing Out Lifes Mistakes

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.

Categories: brushing, angst, introspection, memory,
Form: Free verse

Brushing Your Sweet Lips

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

Russell Sivey

Categories: brushing, life, love, passion, romance,
Form: Senryu

Brushing Up

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

Categories: brushing, confusion, education, hope, introspection,
Form: Quatrain

Brushing Past

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

Categories: brushing, love
Form: Verse