Short Housework Poems
Short Housework Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Housework by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Housework by length and keyword.
We are crafters,I know,
We do things row by row,
We'll do housework at the end of this row,
We said that several hours ago!
The more I let go of
these tiresome soul struggles,
the should haves,
the should bes,
the more it is possible,
to be messy and
alive.
Kitchen table clean
check
kitchen floor swept
check
microwave oven clean
Are you crazy?
I have to leave something
for tomorrow
housework drives me round the bend
there is never an end in sight
I'd get stuck in to get it finished
but I'd be up half the bloody night!
Hemming my new bell bottoms.
Summer radio blaring to best seventies hits.
School's out ~ life is good.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 1st place 2026
I shirk
house work
my spouse
cleans house
I try
she sighs
get out
she shouts
I smirk
no work
I leave
well pleased
all day
I play
Doing chores in the buff on my mind
apron strings dangling down my behind
I hope he keeps mum
about seeing my bum
'coz my window cleaner's just resigned!
Dripping Dry
It’s fun not
to lie,
Dishes are done
let’s have some
Fun!
Friday Night
At last
Time for a Blast
Take it all in
Like a Dolphin
that swims
Chores
suck,
laundry,
dishes too.
All of this to do.
I would hire a maid for it if I could afford to,
but that is impossible, and even with housework, in God all things are possible.
His little silhouette
follows me from room to room
the curiosity kills him
and he takes the vacumn
from my hand
trying to help with housework
one day he will be a good helper
and little chef
One fragment of life,
I became a wife,
Nice day for a black wedding,
I 'achieved' a golden ring,
Did I marry for housework?
Is divorce all it's worth?
Way back when I was a wife,
One fragment of my life.
If I am forced to relinquish ten things, these are the things I will abdicate:
Politics
Liver
Rat poison
Cars without chrome
Dirty windows
Housework
Mean people
Gossipers
Drug dealers
People who don’t like dogs
Wild-eyed, wild-haired comic, Phyllis Diller
Here’s why her female fans would cheer her:
“I heard housework just might kill a gal,” she’d pout
And then: “I don’t want to be the first to find out!”
To dust
Or not to dust,
Is that even a question?
Housework calls,
But wait, just a moment-
Does writing call me louder?
To dust
Or not to dust,
domestic duties beckon.
I’ll swipe reject
and send it
straight to voice mail!
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!
My wife rudely says that at housework I suck
and yelled “it’s your turn, here’s the broom”. Just my luck!
But babe, sweepin and dustin
cramps my drinkin and lustin
but she warned “no dustin, no lustin!”…WTF!
Written: March 2014
An insomniac awake,
with nights in a real mess !
Oh, one can try many things;
music, meditation, baths,
writing poetry, praying,
with minds astir and racing.
Or give up and do housework !
Bride handed broom to her new groom
Got a laugh from the other side of the room
And a few laughs from those looking on through Zoom
He has gone from one aggressive woman to another
Stated his all-knowing well-aware brother
They had done all the housework at the home of their mother
Decision-making often is quite daunting.
Uncertainty pervades my thoughts this morning.
Two worthy causes prove persistent—haunting
my fevered mind. The one will I be scorning,
for now, is housework. Rhymes, I will be penning.
Preferring words to cleansers is not sinning!
April 28, 2023
May 1, 2023, placed 8th in Brian Strands contest 1212
Housework
Can't shirk
Dust dirt
Desert
Dusting
Busting
In hand
Disband
Move forth
With cloth
Wipe clean
Shine sheen
Wash clothes
Dirt goes
Hang out
Line route
Switch on
Iron
Decrease
Each crease
Vacuum
Bedroom
Wash floors
And doors
No fun
Jobs done.
*Route pronounced rowt for rhyme purpose*
25.08.23
It was a moody day
rain fell slowly and steadily
not wanting to stop
green tree leaves
hung heavily
laden with moisture
puddles became larger
covering the streets
hiding pot holes
the start of a small stream
runs along the sidewalk
washing the dirt
to the nearest drain hole
cleaning city streets
mother nature
refreshing and rejuvenating
doing her housework.
Lost at times.I feel movement but, mind is still.Haunted by memories of my mother.God rest
her soul.Longing for my little sister Nicole.Where have you gone?I miss you so much.I wake
up to baby,his soft skin I touch.Housework,and books most of my day.I can't stop writing,I
can't put my pen away.Passion in my heart floods,like a river rising.Every day is
new,always surprising.
If you are going to swarf, swelt, black out or swoon
Please do it outside under Dracula’s moon
Too many drama queens are in this house already
Thanks to the eight daughters of Arlene and Freddy
But if you are going to help with the housework
Then come on down, and join me, for you do not irk
I am tired of princesses who will not lift a finger
They are the ones who never leave, perpetually linger
Simple hands are working hands
Of women all across vast lands
Wipe tears and feed man
For some their life plan
Tired eyes mend the clothes
Celebrate life as your child grows
Women customs passed down to girls
Housework chores stored liked squirrels
I know a lady who is 99 years aged
she will be 100 by winter
Every day she walks to the disused post office
- an hour each way
Eats, drinks healthily ...
and does all the housework herself
Even in the garden she is diligent
You should have seen her roses
In the evening she has a glass of port wine
and a piece of chocolate liqueur
It gives her a peaceful night's sleep
- without medicine