Drying Poems - Poems about Drying

Each night after the evening meal there was never a discussion as to who would wash the dishes and who would do the drying up. My mother was the washer, my sister and I did the drying up. Hot steam would rise from the sink before plates were plunged deep in foam and scrubbed with a brush - we would wait, tea towel in...

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This line, stretched high and proud, No rags to hinder, no need for a shroud— Let’s shake off the past, let sunlight shine. So vibrant, where colors play, With dreams that flutter, they dry and sway. Though fleeting, these moments are divine. Speak of warmth, not despair, Let kindness...

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Hairy brush dips in colours, Touches the surface of smooth old wall Sets and dries with embrace of sun Bricks change colour, like from dusk to dawn...

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lake-born brown wild rice dried flat by hot hardwood flame ~ canoe rests onshore (October Full Moon – Dakota)...

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so shy am I yet I don't hide my love the pains of life do not come ~ from above my tears yet so do flow down my eyes you see the greatest ~ greatest of these mine drying eyes do breathe abundant life cry for you I love ~ Instilled rain falls on my face my eyes...

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mouth drained mind minced heart drained soul parched least last drops --- yearn for grace from heaven...

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Drying winds, partly cloudy sky No rain coming, here the earth cracks Hurricane floods in places why? Drying winds, partly cloudy sky Clouds are a farce, only amplify Needed moisture, which we now lack Drying winds, partly cloudy sky No rain coming, here the earth cracks ...

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The ivory hue of the dove-colored rain- cloud as it hovers; the opaque glitter of the sunlight as the rain-drops are shaken off of leaves after the rainfall. The sunlight emerging as storm-clouds glissade into the heavens the tint of light-blue Robin eggs. A moon bow alit on a body of water, immaculate… A snowy Egret's...

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Other Hungry things David J Walker There is a certain living In the drying things of The garden That was, just yesterday Green There is a certain living In the dying things Lying on the prairie that were, just yesterday Seen Living and Running There is a certain giving In the taking of life from All other living things Planted on the Earth Where each birth is celebrated...

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orphan tadpoles plead home returning foreign birds to come back so soon 07 October 2021...

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While their tears have been drying, Mothers to children are lullabying; World of despair, Everywhere, And Trump is lying and denying. Jim Horn...

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California is Drying California is drying up they say this drought only needs another year before California is a sun dried tomato California is cracked clay of a dry river bed California is like the white salty residue my sweat leaves when i am dehydrated riding my bike through the soul sucking heat California has 1 year of water left and people still...

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The air was fresh and clean after the rain, And so I sat and wrote to you, my one, For back across the years and days there came The thoughts of when we were to each as one. My heart does strain and ache to tell you this, That all that I can give to you is love And so...

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Wednesday evening 5:46 P.M. September 16, 2015 Kansas City, MO Stephen Becker pen name Brian Stoaks "Who's Drying Mine" Wrestling with the thoughts of abandonment Fighting to believe that rivers do run Wondering why this heart still feels like a stepping stone Don't go without me, please...

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( DRYING YOUR TEARS ) Tear drops fall from your blue eyes and my heart stops a beat at their sight. I pull you close to me, try to take the pain from you, make it my own. My cheek lays against yours and your tears burn my face as I whisper, "Darling, it will be all right." My tears blend with your own, your pain...

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