Short Bathrobe Poems

from behind the wheel
ordering drive-through coffee
~ slippers and bathrobe



AP: 2nd place 2022

Posted on July 16, 2018...

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almond tree showered
dries off in sunshine, shows off
her light pink bathrobe



Composed 12/23/20 for the
Nature Haiku Non-PM Contest
Won HM...

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When birds take a bath in your birdbath
Are they self-conscious about nudity and their overweight flab
They could put on a bathrobe
But no arms for the armholes
They turn on our faucet and create a big splash...

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Santa Claus so creepy and weird
Neon pink bathrobe, mask cracked and yellowed beard
On his left arm my dad`s clock, so strange - we feared
Mom just smile and laugh, dad in the bathroom - afterwards he reappeared






22.11.2015
- Anne-Lise Andresen :)...

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Bubbles floating in the air 
Warm bath water have no care 
Bathrobe strewn down on the floor
Here let me, I'll close the door
Lavender bathbomb lathers nice 
Scent of springtime, don't think twice
I'll bring you more champagne on ice
Then light your clove to add some spice...

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I look for a sign.
If I could see His footprints, 
or some honest to God relics, 
like a lock of His hair
or the ring He wore.
If the LaBrae Tar pit were filled 
with haloes and harps
perhaps, 
I could believe.
If there was a place like Graceland 
where I could
touch His bathrobe and bedroom slippers,
Then,
my faith 
wouldn’t have to be 
so blind....

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She runs down the street in her bathrobe and curlers,
With the big flower prints peering in the neighbors windows,
She has nothing else better to do than to get in others business,
Acting like she owns the block, the other neighbors can't stand this,
If a dog barks she's calling the cops,
She's also knocking on your door reminding you to mow your lawn,
I thank her, smile politely, and slam the door,
I hope she got the hint this time, Lord....

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Night fades,
Day breaks;
Shattered pieces of Crescent Moon
fall on grass
in glittering specks.

The Sun yawns and stretches;
Too early to wake up,
I wake up.

Dawning my
fuzzy pink bathrobe
to greet the
breaking Night
and
sobering of the Sun,
I am greeted,
in turn,
by a herald of the news.

Upon a steel horse,
he glances at me,
once,
twice,
and hurls a chunk of knowledge at me.

Knowledge is power, and power hurts.
I remind myself to get a dog....

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