Short Grout Poems
Short Grout Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Grout by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Grout by length and keyword.
Rub-a-dub-dub
Three men in a tub
What were they doing there?
A grout guy, a plumber
Not sure who was dumber
The third guy to open the beer!
rip me open, inside out
straddler feeling, he came out
drag me along, make me bleed
fake your love, I don't feed
screams for help , I, the silent grout
walls crawling
inside out
Escher etching
fingernail grout
staring at stares
plaid throughout
plied and played
guts splayed out
wailing away
in bars in stout
I cut off the chicken legs of my dusty house
I live in this tin with a little grey mouse
Each year on Halloween I put candy out
And catch me some kidniks to grind into grout,
I had a fit
And then flipped out
Got over it
Without a doubt
My anger lit
Within my pout
I had to sit
Not run about
What did I hit
Was in a bout
Put on my mitt
Dug out the grout
I used my wit
Now I am out
Tear me down and rip me up
throw the carpets out
all my wires and plugs disrupt
scrAPE AND clean the grout
wrecking ball ,imploding
brains
drano down in all the drains
bleach my soul of all the stains
cleanse my heart of doubt.
concrete crib
gunfire lullabies
burnt lungs
grout eyes
weak pulse
slate tears
rubble nursery
lifeless stares
debris clouds
airstrikes rain
blood soaked vest
war crime stain
precious innocence
dusty grey
buried alive
unnamed grave
The pull to act, in as ordained
As this dream life plays out
In mindfulness to be unstained
Letting not desires grout
No terrain to be won
The doing yet is done
So let us make it fun
As of soul pact
The pull to act
03-September-2021
Quietus
Freedom from doubt, fulfils desires
If our intent be pure
Healing power that heart aspires
Proffers permanent cure
We’re in jubilation
There’s no aberration
In our co-creation
Let not thoughts grout
Freedom from doubt
13-January-2022
Quietus
Gentle shift from body to soul
Journey without movement
Love octaves ascend, we feel whole
In blissful contentment
In play, heart goes about
Life as ordained plays out
Fear forms no longer grout
Love touch gift
Gentle shift
13-February-2022
Quietus
Each wish fulfilled, if heart be pure
Devoid of fears that grout
Touch of love is a sure shot cure
Let mind be free from doubt
God’s will is always done
Know that we are His son
Luminous, shining one
If by love willed
Each wish fulfilled
08-May-2022
Quietus
Learned to cook
From a book
One pinch here
Scant use there
Here’s the plan
Prepare pan
Coat with flour
Bake one hour
Fill halfway
Don’t delay
So how come
Looks like gum
Hard as grout
Must throw out
Tried again
Opened can
Good result
No insult
Returned book
Haughty look
Heart reaches out, in warm embrace
Stuporous thought rested
Touch tender, no puzzles to lace
Each moment, we’re tested
Here now let’s shake-shake-shake
In this moment, awake
Love loves love, for love’s sake
Ego fears grout
Heart reaches out
08-January-2022
Quietus
a stain doused with bleach,
scrubbed with power grout brush
yet stubbornly remains.
confrontation with a mind made up...
a losing battle.
Bitesize Poem No.54 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Line Gauthier
Date written: 10/30/2022
To see and ignore,
a tedious chore.
To beg and implore
for lust evermore.
To relish the raid,
to bask and fade.
The saliva cascades,
drank by the brave.
Cracked tiles,
withering grout.
Path through the trash:
a sensible route.
Down the sidewalk,
behind the pines.
A secret little shrine.
Not mine,
but that's fine.
a subtle, almost imperceptible vibrational distraction
became an irritant causing consciousness contraction
taking a step back, we allowed the flame to die out
contemplating on why we had so allowed it to grout
as such, the seeming nonevent, though a flicker in time
redoubled our resolve to entwine with the divine sublime
16-May-2023
Power in our hands
Take their stand
In stillness & silence
Renewed in continuance
The doubts
That seek to grout
Of alien origin
We rely upon ignition
Within
Vibrant emptiness
Bliss in fullness
Outpours
Like never before
Rapturous & elixirous
Ecstasy continuous
We reside therein
Each moment begin
Anew
13-August-2020
Attempting to join the dots
we tie up ourselves in knots;
later try to untangle,
these barbs that scar and mangle.
Instrumentalising thought
we rest in silence, self-taught,
letting go of doership crutch,
enabling knowing by touch.
One with universal mind,
wisdom of another kind,
definitive, free from doubt,
deep in soul, clear truth does grout.
18-August-2022
He dreams of thin chickens pecking at a dirt floor.
A big brown teapot is stuffed with scraps of poetry;
words waiting to be led out like bawling cattle
into the haze and dust.
As he does every day, he seeks some less worked earth
to plant words into, hopes they will mature into
filler, grout, and spackle to patch up his wormwood.
Mostly they scatter on a dry wind
until night reclaims them.
Clear advantage of the energy path
being that there remains within no doubt,
each moment in time, a holy sabbath.
Going beyond concepts, no more doubts grout,
filled with vibrant bliss, as we go about,
fears and desires exhumed in an instant,
we are to each divine pulse cognisant.
Focused with single pointed attention,
joy suffused in our native element,
flow of life unending celebration.
10-June-2021
That that is within, veiled by gross matter.
Gaps of purity, here and there, windows,
allowing glimpses divine light scatters.
Cognisance of soma nectar that flows,
taking us in deep from earthy shallows.
The light divine burrows from inside out,
erasing ego blockages that do grout,
anchoring attention in stagnation,
as captive to habits, we go about.
Feel, oh hermit, throb of bliss ignition!
07-November-2020
What is that sticky substance
Right on my kitchen floor?
It's only in one spot,
I can't see any more.
Could it be a piece of gum?
I can't figure it out.
Maybe some milk gravy
Or a tiny splash of grout.
It's a bit embarrassing
And rarely is it seen.
Like the rest of my house,
I like to keep my kitchen clean.
I have to find the answer,
So on my hands and knees.
After a closer look,
I saw it was just some cheese.
"Out of the blue the bathtub broke."
Grout it bloke. I am worried and troubled because someone chocked my wheel with a chock.
Some said he chocked my wheel with a choke. He said, she said,they said it was chocked by him with the choke but I do not have a clue of who did because I was fast asleep, indeed, in my room when it was choked.
Confused, Mr Cap, i need a nap in my room. Perhaps, when I wake, i shall forget that the wheel was choked by a bloke I know.
I've found that
happiness
and despair
are close siblings
who tussle and feud
over playthings
like me
you
and that poor chap
who offed himself
down the hall.
I'm staring at
the same cracked
grout-grey drywall,
musing on his fate.
Maybe he's
enjoying the void.
Perhaps he's stretched
out on a pitch white
beach of infinity,
catching some rays
from the imploded
neon-black sun,
hurtling a few
inches farther away
each year.
Anchored in patterns, we flounder about,
trauma bonding with pain, claiming not joy,
enslaved by ego that our soul does grout,
in state of stupor, fall prey to it’s ploy,
strangely fear of freedom, making us coy.
Path’s easy, affirmed again and again,
simply align with love, cleansing soul’s stain,
drawing in bliss, cascading day and night,
erasing bondage to lower mind chain,
whence in-pours grace, granting spherical sight.
30-January-2022