Short Cleanliness Poems
Short Cleanliness Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Cleanliness by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Cleanliness by length and keyword.
Clean your only life
Tidy your glorious soul
Be with cleanliness
Brush your dirty hair firmly
Sweep out all the dirt away
Russell Sivey
Cleanliness
The small town
Up north
Is so clean
Shoes is
Forbidden
Out doors
Only woolly
Socks
People
Do not go
Out a lot
Especially not
In winters.
shower shoes sloshing, soapy, slippery,
and teeming with colossal cleanliness,
toweled,
culpable
J-ust
O-bliterate
N-asty
A-ilment
B-y
U-sing
S-tandard
C-leanliness
A-bating
T-he
O-utbreak
Topic: Birthday of Jona D. Buscato (June 09)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
cleanliness may be
next to godliness ~ not meant
the big guy himself
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*waning faith requires thorough cleaning,
... either that or evict hypocrites
N-ecessary
H-ygiene's
A-lcohol
L-ets
Y-our
N-otable
C-leanliness
O-bliterate
R-abidity
O-f
N-astiness
A-s
C-oronavirus
I-s
O-bviously
N-egated
Topic: Birthday of Nhalyn DL Coronacion (April 28)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Life filled with a feeling of happiness
With dirt, slush, sordidness
The cleanliness existing apart
From everything else in the yard
The ambience of soggy topsoil
Feeling so complete thus mindful
Not one worry
No agony
In mud with dandy doggie
Who said cleanliness is
Next to godliness?
Who said were there's
Muck there's brass?
Who said hard work
Never killed anyone?
I work in muck,
I've Got no brass,
I work hard, and it's killing me.
Better keep myself clean,
for my sake.
The kitchen's disinfected, the worktops squeaky clean,
The laundry's in the wardrobe and nothing's left in the machine.
The crockery is washed and dry, it's stacked in cupboards, looking neat.
There's just one nagging problem, I've got nothing left to eat!
There were clean sheets on the bed
Neatly made with tidy threads
Cleanliness was always good
In their younger days as lovers laid as they should
But age now keeps them apart in their bed
Comfort important and sleep now in its stead.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Cleanliness Kitten was a professional cleaner and mom of the max.
She could clean with one paw nail while she dusted with harsh wax.
A small mouse learned the hard way when he was boxed about.
Trying to stay inside a small dollhouse she was cleaning, no doubt.
We impute to the animal kingdom
human thoughts and emotions
My kitty licks herself, so I assume
she's a cleanliness bug
Yet when a big kitty, like a tiger
is eyeing me to eat
I presume that she's starving
when I'm just a real taste treat
J-eopardy
O-f
S-ilent
H-orror
U-ses
A-trocious
F-lu's
R-isk
A-s
N-ecessary
C-leanliness
O-f
H-umanity
E-liminates
R-abidity
R-ightfully
E-rasing
R-aging
A-ilment
Topic: Birthday of Joshua Franco M. Herrera (April 29)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Like Isaiah he was a man of unclean lips
Full of guile and avarice
Until Uzziah's death exposed his unrighteousness
He reached out for the ever flowing blood of Jesus
The lamb of God slain for me.
Then he began to proclaim his cleanliness boldly.
(Written on the 5th of December, 2015)
His sloppy slipshod attitude
Was picked up by both daughters
His son took after his wife
A minimalist who never abided a mess
The son never let the hoarders into his house
Losing touch with his father and his sisters
Choosing neatness and cleanliness over people
Just as his mother had done.
The uniformity of death
Blue and White
Fattened out with pin stripes
Until they did not resemble
A single shred of humanity
A ghost in all but name
Shamed and maimed
Dead behind the eye's and soul
Destined for the showers
Where cleanliness,
Is next to godliness
Meant exactly that
Coronavirus has good and bad timing
I know that a lot of people are dying
The animal’s well-beings are inclining
The animals and plants really are thriving
The ecosystem’s cleanliness is climbing
So while this is hard on all of the living
The world has become a better planet
Even we are still a little panicked
I get up each morning,
Seaching through my home,
Looking for dirt and grime,
To me is yet unknown.
I dust and polish,
Mopping on hands and knees,
Wash all my windows
Until I'm throughly pleased.
My reason for my cleanliness,
Isn't for health or pride,
But fear of what you might discover,
If I should suddenly die.
For hygiene no hope,
No recourse to soap,
Cleanliness for rope
Germs no longer grope;
Easy patrols: lope
To those who hate soap
Do you ever cope?
All Catholics Nope!”
For I could tell Pope.
Soap is Next father
Of laundry’s lather
Dwarfed only by surf
But to Dirt still rough
Use it no odour
You’ll smell the other.
words in my mouth
Democracy
is like poetry
only nice
when it flatters us
French culture
is about the female believing
she is beautiful
Perfume
even the expensive one
is not about cleanliness
the Louvre
had everything
except a proper loo
Small hotel in Paris
hot water for shower
only on Saturdays
Unstrung as the brave
Nonviolent in protests
Questioning moral wrong
Unfavorable of unfairness
Extravagant in ideas
Supporting freedom
Taunted by the ignorant
Irascible over foolishness
Obsessed by cleanliness
Nameless to the envious
Ambiguous in everything
Bountiful in blessings
Liberal in thoughts
Enthused by laughter
My shoes are filthy
Frankly I am almost too busy to notice
Ha Ha Ha
Fooled no one
I noticed their angst two or three days ago
Choosing my time over their cleanliness
They need to be put into washing machine
But the couch and the chair refuse to help
And I am so over
doing laundry
I have an
allergy to
cooking and
cleaning now
Extreme cleaning my house is wearing me out,
but I’ll get through. There can be no doubt.
Straining and scrubbing’s required.
Buckets, I’ve perspired.
I’m beyond
tired.
Though not fond
of being this mired
in hard labor, I aspired
to cleanliness. When I’m through, I’ll shout.
Extreme cleaning my house is wearing me out.
Dry skin caused by frozen winter winds
Caused by over washing
Too much caution given to cleanliness
The rough ridges distinctly defined
Will soon go away with care and time
These epidermal deserts
Are greatly in need of an oasis
Some lotion for lubrication
To make the redness in the deserts turn to tan
And now I wonder, why?
Why am I writing about my hands?
The bravery of wisdom
The supervisor of dignity
Disclaiming the indentity unknowingly
Perpetrating the life of the one.
The father of justice,
Came forth to intervene.
The dumpless of sorrow,
Carelessness,carefulness and cleanliness
Calamity sent for cheating
To bestowed the life of the livings.
It is the sorrow of life
Come forth distance.
Don’t be a victim?