Clean Poems - Poems about Clean

having you on my mind is good clean fun nothing ever matters when you are there i am so glad i listened to God telling me you are the one meeting you has been a true breathe of fresh air i love how you inspired me to change i admire your genuinely sincere belief in me i appreciate you elevating my...

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I fixed the vacuum. I need to throw the dirt away. I did it. I tried not to be careless. Cleaning with a vacuum. When nothing is enough. We give into the loud sounds. Loud, cleaning sounds. Throw. It. Away. It’s not that hard. Because it’s all bagged up, just for me. The dust mites tell...

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Oh husband, you'll make such a scene, Giving your wife a broom for a gift! "But it's not my intention to make her clean... Just to provide her with a lift!"...

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the rain will pour relentlessly washing away the sins of day waves roll down my street echoing triumph of the new world cold air and back-splash reaches me reminders that i am not as exception to this washing...

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I remember the days when I'd fall asleep before hitting the pillow. Ah, the joy of a sound sleep. I might not have been at my best in the morning all things considered. Day-old makeup very much past its prime. My eyelashes were caked and looking scraggly, my lipstick smeared across my cheek and pillow, eyeshadow streaked clear across my forehead. Thankfully one good...

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Refreshed and rejuvenated, I cleaned my room Scoured my kettle, tidied up my riding broom Put spell books in alphabetical order Rebuilt my back stairs with brick and mortar. Now I am pooped and have to take a nap. Curled up in my black cloak and witch’s hat My familiar is curved up in a ball next to me. She will lick...

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'Would thou wert clean enough to spit upon', I would not piss in your ear, if your brain was on fire. For what you have done defiles mercy's dung. For on your face, the stain of wrongs is drawn, indelible, And your words, beget bitter, pointless heartless disdain. So soiled is your soul, and all grace is so far gone, Forgiveness is...

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I’ll scrape this mud off of my heels - That’s caked from years of trudging. And soak these wounds in orange peels - To persuade scabs into budging. This bar of soap, my sword of choice - Will slay bruises that have haunted. Replacing aches with citrus’ voice - Who soothingly tunes the daunted. This plunge of water, warm and welled - Will calm...

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When you partake of substances, the light grows dim/ A spark once divine, now lost within/ The mind, once sharp, begins to fade/ A prisoner of choices poorly made/ Chaos reigns, where order stood/ A life derailed, misunderstood/ The buzz, the high, a fleeting flight/ Leaves only shadows in the night/ Men deceive, diseases spread/ You will wake up not knowing how you got...

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Democrats are becoming undone We're watching them cry just for the fun Their slush fund is dry Oh me and oh my Deep state clean up has only begun...

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WHY do I have to clean my room? because I said so and I'm your mother. Danny's mom cleans his room. You are not Danny and I'm not his mother. Everyone...

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Such a common smell Used in places all over Restaurants to grocery stores to schools to bathrooms a smell this clean cant make me feel so gross Kills 99.9% of viruses & bacteria Kills the germs left from my stomach surrendering its contents Huddled over and in pain a smell this clean cant make me feel so gross I was always sick as...

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The roads are blocked from here to there, drivers are gridlocked with despair, traffic pollution’s everywhere, ask the coroner, ask the mayor, fellow commuters, could sometimes share, use yellow buses, if fares are fair, one thing’s for certain, please be aware, Greater Manchester needs clean air. ...

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Clean? I whisper into the dark tracing the very skin I used to puncture. 456 days. 1 year, 3 months, and 3 day's spent, trying to heal the very skin I harmed. The skin I harmed because it was my only salvation Before, I was afraid of ridicule, would I be sent away if it got worse? So, I...

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A filthy car rolls forth to seek its bath, While washers march with tools and knowing smile; Their practiced hands trace out a skillful path, To tend each inch with dedication's style. With forceful streams they drench the metal wet, As stubborn grime dissolves beneath their spray; Each tire and rim they scour—none forget— Till every trace of road dust fades away. Then...

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