Clean Up Poems - Poems about Clean Up

Centre-Stage

Consider the man in the street if you will
what's he doing there standing stock-still
maybe like the chicken he's crossing the road
and half-way over with nothing better to do
only slowed to admire the view
perhaps he's pushing his luck
for remaining stationary no doubt about it
he'll be hit by a van car lorry or truck
let's hope it's not

Your Hands Are Not Clean, America

Your lips preach freedom,
but your hands drip with the oil of innocent blood.
You speak of peace,
but your bombs have baptized the earth in chaos.

I have seen your flags fly high
in Baghdad, in Kabul, in Tripoli—
not as symbols of liberty,
but as shadows over graves you helped dig.

You called Saddam a demon,
spoke of weapons never found—
but the

CLEAN YOUR ENVIRONMENT

It doesn’t matter where you stay
A huge mansion or hut of clay
We all wake up beneath one sky
And breathe the same air drifting by.

So take a broom, begin today
Clear the plastic, sweep decay.
The earth we spoil is ours to mend
Its health is ours to defend.

Don’t stop at your living room
Or just your dining space
Think of

clean and cut open

sober now,
and every second screams louder than the last.
the silence i begged for
now drips like acid through my spine.

when i was high, 
the world floated —
hazy, dull-edged, 
a soft lie i could breathe in.
without choking on memory.
without shaking from truth.

but now i wake up
to light too sharp for eyes that have seen too much,
and sleep

having you on my mind is good clean fun

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

Clean

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

To Fly

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!"

Rain

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

Sleeping Beauty

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

refreshed and rejuvenated Ready to Clean

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

Not clean enough to spit upon

'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

Purify

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

Say No To Substances

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

Deep State Clean Up

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

Why Do I Have to Clean My Room

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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