Scrubbed Poems - Poems about Scrubbed

...My mind is tribal, I hunt in the mud and slurry, I track the stars in a wooden chariot made from the ribs of a blood-clan crib. My thoughts are armored, yet as articulated as any youthful flesh......

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...messages sent and unsent confessions told and untold heartbroken- and hearts we both broke your memories linger around like a ghost I still see your shadows at my door scores settled and unset......

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...The day arrived We had a ball The love was shared At Shrigley Hall So plush and sweet You both were scrummy Scrubbed up so well So proud was mummy So now it's time To be together Throu......

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...{For 5x5x3 Poetry Contest Sponsor : Miranda Hawley Date submitted: 20/4/25} ARTIST They shone daring green avocado in dark adverse period swearing guilt ridden heart vanquished......

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...I started with one small corner of my kitchen Set the timer, so I could stop in fifteen minutes Set the timer eight more times until the floor was scrubbed The counters were scraped, the table was......

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...cut the apple open you took out all the seeds the skin was bloody red but you thought that it was green ate it just like adam i pray now that you’re cursed i let you in my garden and now i a......

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... Her hands are what l remember most Miss the most, crave the most Hands that scrubbed floors for a living Hardworking, honest hands Hands that nurtured, gave comfort, wiped tears Sm......

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... The house came with ghosts. Not the subtle kind, either—no wistful sighs or cool drafts, just full-blown poltergeist tantrums. Cabinets slamming at 2 a.m., spectral remnants of old a......

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...i buried it. i screamed and wailed pushing the soil over every memory, every emotion, every thing i didn’t want to remember. i scrubbed my hands until they bled trying to wash away the dirt a......

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...Years of scrubbing and Milking cows and labor Wrinkled hard worked hands At night prayed for savior Changing diapers Cooking food Heart always Thoughts of good A mothers hands Well worn ......

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...Tails of pony, this strawberry-freckled Freda. Strong-armed tomboy happily playing baseball. Bathing beauty, Saturday night, when scrubbed clean. Bitterly pitched out. ......

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...There’s a beach I found Somewhere on the coast of Massachusetts. Its sand is ivory white Unblemished by seaweed or driftwood. You have to walk through the forest to get there, But the skeletal t......

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...His name was Chris, he loved to fish, and cook a tasty seafood dish. Her name was Kate, she liked to paint, little sailboats on the lake. Hunter green, cerulean blue, gave her water a lovely hue.......

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...Strips of being here are drawn all over you, fine lines intertwining with your skin, It is not within the whites of dainty skies to praise who you are, I hope you don't hide the only thing that mak......

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...Natural Mary had a little lamb--followed where she ... go. Wherever she went, the lamb followed, but school, uh-uh--teacher said, "Just you Mary, no lamb in school." The lamb waited uphill as the ......

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