Short Scrubbed Poems

She scrubbed her face raw
The brown wouldn’t even fade
So she scrubbed it red...

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excitement of streets
scrubbed by thundering rain - dark
tires on fragile glass

1/23/2019...

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rain fell heavily
across ancient memories
I clearly saw truth
scrubbed clean of invented dreams
my anserine guise unveiled...

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Those words bruised my soul
strummed my mysterious heart 
with needled fingers 
scrubbed my deluded mind
stranded me, in a deep mire
.
-Saeeda©...

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Sully had a downright dirty toe
She scrubbed it ‘til it was aglow.
It shriveled and it coughed.
Then it promptly fell off.
At the end of my marigold row....

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Tails of pony, this strawberry-freckled Freda.
Strong-armed tomboy happily playing baseball.
Bathing beauty, Saturday night, when scrubbed clean.
   Bitterly pitched out.
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Lying on a truthful table;
  Clinging like three-day-old food 
To pots, 
Still scrubbing,
Oh, still scrubbing
Off debris --
You are to me,
  A lie wrapped up in honesty....

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She brushed after 
every meal 
scrubbed every 
fruit. 
She had copious 
concerns 
re contamination 
but had a blind spot 
when she ate cadavers 
of animals 
deprived of animation...

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Bye bye love -
say hello
to my new goodbye.

Once I was emanating
my soul to your soul,
but now it's driven
straight into my deep taproot.

You're a stain that can't be
scrubbed up anymore....

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each second scrubbed clean with newness
I face my demons
they skitter off in corners
i get to decide whether to chase them
tame them or walk the other way
each second my own
to enjoy with free will...

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Twixt Alpha And Omega
By: Tom Wright
3/17/2006

Between our beginning and death,
Lies a happening strip, life, so dubbed.
Its distance abridged by each breath,
Until God, declares, mission scrubbed.
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Intellectual hygiene…
the Poet declines

That dull antiseptic,
that deadens your mind

Once washed and then scrubbed,
the truth a charade

Academic consensus
—the Muse in her grave

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2019)...

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Scrubbed rubbed the wrong way
And left hung up to dry
Blown away in the wind
Treated like a leper 
I wasn't perfect but I tried

Treated like a sinner
Condemned sentenced
Feeling small
with no judge or jury
When I hadn't sinned at all.

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As I went to get published,
Stopped for ale and grub.
At a place called the Longfish;
Which is a great pub.

Well that first book it got scrubbed;
Thrown in the rubbish.
So now when I seek a pub,
It must end in lish.



For 7/5 Trochee Contest...

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A clearing vision fails.
Nothing is what it seems.
Your inheritance, scuffed
lenses, ammonia, sins
of a grandmother’s house.
Of a grandmother’s house
nothing departs unchanged.
Elbows, knees and knuckles
scraped raw by scour-pads,
solvent, sting of scrubbed air....

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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...

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Old john crow was dirty as a coal mine canary. 
So, they tossed him into a bucket of suds.
Scrubbed him up and down for decades.
He smelled nicer-looked cleaner for a while.
but the grime wormed its way deep into his insides.
The echo of old john crow never stopped cawing. 
Because old john crow never really died....

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Rex the hermit crab carried a trashed shell  
that reeked with a horribly rotten smell.
He intently scrubbed 
till his claws were nubbed
then resolved to move into a hotel.

Copyright © 2010 By Caryl S. Muzzey

Sixth Place Winner ~ "Sea Tale Limericks” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Carolyn Devonshire
March 4, 2010...

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messages sent and unsent
confessions told and untold
heartbroken- and hearts we both broke

your memories linger around like a ghost
I still see your shadows at my door
scores settled and unsettled, you don't matter anymore

pierce through my heart or stab my back
the tattoos have already been scrubbed off
now you don't beat my drums anymore...

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Lifeless out of water






Parting a beloved is no less than a curse,
Drowning will not at all fit into a slaughter,
As if emotions scrubbed off the vibrant verse,
Left all alone, the denied love charter,
Lifeless I wish to emerge out of water !







Written Feb 24th, 2015
For contest " Out of water" by Sheri

Awarded 8th place...

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The floor scrubbed raw but still they reflect
Stains from my own mess of stupidity and regret

A contaminant leper for all to see
This holy place I should be forsaken to be

My tainted soul shown through the cracking mirrors
I do not deserve even one of your tears

This corpse is rotting from the inside out
Cries of forgiveness from my mouth so desperately shout...

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Her hands are what l remember most

Miss the most, crave the most

Hands that scrubbed floors for a living

Hardworking, honest hands

Hands that nurtured, gave comfort, wiped tears

Small hands fingers crooked with arthritis

Hands that held mine a lifetime

Hands l held when death decided

Hands l loved and knew so well

Her hands …..


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I love the smell of gasoline,
my senses set off with a match;
Instability ends in explosion,
the aroma lingers all over you;

My senses set off with a match
Revving up my engine hard 
the aroma lingers all of you; 
Scrubbed you inhale your hands;

Revving up my engine hard;
Instability ends in explosion,
scrubbed you inhale your hands;
I love the smell of gasoline....

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She has 50,00 followers, 
He has 1,00,00, followers, really, 
Yeah but what does it really mean?

Should we give a bean?
Will it ruin many a dream?
With productivity now quite lean,
As we follow someone else's billion-dollar dream, 
With our hands always clean,
And minds scrubbed even cleaner,
Oblivious to a world that has just got meaner.

So, yeah that's what it all means!



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The beach was packed with bodies burnt bothered,
reeking of sweat, dried salt and sunburn cream.
The sea writhed and churned as the crowds gathered
to take a swim to beat the heat and scream.
The sky darkened as storm entered the scene.
The crowd panicked and rushed home in a crush
As rain and hail fell in violent stream.
Leaving the beach scrubbed clean with a brush
By summer showers calling: "It's time for a flush"....

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