Short Faucets Poems
Short Faucets Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Faucets by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Faucets by length and keyword.
are half full of water
seasoned with a pinch of salt
extracted from abysmal oceans
residing behind faucets
built into our eyes.
Categories:
faucets, blue, deep, depression, imagery, metaphor,
Form:
Free verse
I didn't fix the faucet. I didn't fix the door.
I had a little mishap going to the hardware store.
Now, I'm going to the fields where golden geeses lay.
In that land of Eden, they got no faucets anyway.
Categories:
faucets, nonsense,
Form:
Rhyme
Wrapped in scars like punishment tattoos
each glance a challenge or a warning
Time stopped in slightest wrinkle
and other faucets caught in simple moment
but eyes
that told the story
and cautioned
pick a side
no falter
decide
Categories:
faucets, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
faucets drip
radiators rattle
hinges creak
dad’s in the saddle
lights blink
a/c blows
stove’s aflame
off mom goes
shower’s cold
sister scolds
true shalom
~ happy home
Categories:
faucets, giggle, happy, home,
Form:
Rhyme
Snow hits the ground
with the temperature falling
Slick city streets reflect
shoes they have seen
Icicles form
on a frigid veranda
Dripping like faucets
somewhere in between
Go to a window
with curtains of satin
Pull up the sash
so that winter can see
Each tiny island
your mind tends to visit
When it is cold
where your feet seem to be
Categories:
faucets, winter,
Form:
Rhyme
My faucets run cold, what IS this about?
My hot-water-heater-tank pilot light's out!
Press down that red button and click 'til I pout
Then spew out a string (my religion in doubt)
My stove-top still lights, I can still take a bath!
Boil three piping pots full (I HOPE that will pass)
Teeter and totter like I'm walkin' through glass----
The stopper ain't stoppin', you STUPID dumb-ass!!
Categories:
faucets, angst,
Form:
Light Verse
Week One of two with zero running water
Faucets are dry because of a labor strike
Corrupt politicians and unions in S. Africa
Frustrate! But Our Lord is a God of Grace
Our watertank (for roof runoff) is emptying fast
I asked a neighbor just yesterday
Is there rain in the forecast (he didn't know)
All night it rained, our Tank is near full again
Hallelujah and shalom shalom. Trust Him
Categories:
faucets, africa, allusion, water, weather,
Form:
Free verse
On nights when she's away
I don't seem to care
what the world has to say.
I hear everything,
yet I hear nothing.
Crickets chirp, chirp
Faucets drip, drip
I can't seem to stop
thinking of her lips.
The wind ROARS.
The night whispers.
I feel so alone
when I'm not with her.
Frogs croak.
a horn goes off
down the street.
I want to lay
down with her
and hear the
Thump, Thump, Thump,
of her heartbeat.
©SamHarty
Categories:
faucets, love,
Form:
Free verse
You could fix up my shattered windows
Patch up the holes in the walls
Find a way to make the incessant creaking
Of the floorboards–hush
Make the faucets stop their aching
Drip…drip…drip…
New shingles
New doors
New cupboards and cabinets
Make my old bones feel new again–
What I really want
Is to be set ablaze
Ashes to ashes
All my flaws and failures
Gone with the strike of a match
Then and only then–
Pick up your hammer
Categories:
faucets, break up, heartbreak, heartbroken, how i feel,
Form:
Free verse
123 OCD
so goes the repeated anthem
out of sight
constantly in mind
dead from "checking"
the thousandth time
123 OCD
sung by millions worldwide
over lights, faucets, germs and more
conjouring up worries,
Did I lock the front door?
123 OCD
shouted in times of frustration
off, off, off
make sure the irons cold
counting, touching, cleaning
Did I really turn off the stove?
123 OCD
will surely be the death of me!
Categories:
faucets, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
Cottage in the Wood
Arms crossed, pacing back and forth
poking and prying in every corner
peering in closets, turning on faucets
humming softly and talking to yourself
You glanced back at me and smiled
knowing you had found our place
our place to grow old together
our cottage in the wood
I live in our cottage in the wood
I live in our cottage alone
Look at it now
Look at this place
Look what has become of it
Look what has become of me
2/15/2013
Categories:
faucets, loss,
Form:
Free verse