Short Wash Off Poems
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Don't rush to wash off the sea salt
drying on your skin;
the hopes it carries from other oceans,
those remain yet to be seen.
Huge drops escape
at each blink of the eye,
leaving streaks behind
as they hurry to kiss
the face of her letter,
to wash off;
those dirty hands of goodbye.
clouds burst
day brings
spring rain
drops fall
on tin
barn roof
ping beat
wash off
loose dust
breathe in
clean air
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A diamond in the rough
Both feet in depth to help it up
But no matter how much I scrubbed
I couldn't wash off the mud
Though my teary eyes could see its bright form
It's wrapped in mud so I gave it up
Kabash Should Wash Off Squash
Oh why not can go ahead and kibosh,
And while you are at it start to wash,
Bottom to top;
Do not stop;
Off all of the surface of yellow squash.
Jim Horn
Another cooking poem.
I'm garbage of thinking!
Let me make a recycle bin
Let me wash off –
my heart, soul, brain, thinking, doing
Let me throw these all-
dust, rust, narrowness, purblind of knowing
into recycle bin!
- October 09, 2018 Chattogram
When there’s infection
Due to pandemic,
Follow the rules of
The health protocol,
Without a complaint.
If there‘s a threat
Of deadly grime,
Wash off the dirt
With alcohol.
To avoid
The illness
Just wear
The face -
Mask.
You can wash off
your fingers
but never the print
You can polish
an apple
but the worm still within
You can take out
the trash
but the smell’s in the air
You can falsely
deny
— but the memory’s still there
(Dreamsleep: January, 2026)
Where I reside is more than just
a house; my haven's here -
a place to wash off worldly dust
and shelter those most dear.
From worries I can flee,
for at home I feel free,
and friends can welcomed be.
May love abide
where I reside.
light a candle.
let it glow with hope.
let its thin film of smoke
disperse the dark clouds.
let it drizzle and frizzle out your stress,
let it wash off the stench of sweat.
let your pregnant hope
deliver twins and triplets;
multiple tales of success.
I hate this monorhyme
taking up my time
why does every line
always have to rhyme
would it be a crime
to go and eat a lime
it would to steal a dime
but this monorhyme
is turning my brain to slime
I better go wash off the grime
so I can pick up a girl in her prime.
O' dear, come
Seek holiness inside of you
Seek holiness outside of you
Rub out the rust of stubborn mind
Wash off the dust of soul, find
yourself and be cleaned,
Be the crystal bin of GOD in living tide
for both slide (life and after life).
-October 14, 2018 Chattogram
What srubs a soap rub with panache
And stops cleansing acts that won't wash?
For Lady Macbeth
Having planned Duncan's death
Great guilt hands her plans the kibosh
(Another classic example of undoing is the cheating husband who comes home with flowers
for his wife after the fact. It doesn't wash off)
Catechism About Catholic Math
Was reading catechism about Catholic math;
Used Holy Water when you will take a bath;
Made mistake;
Breath did take;
Must wash off sins caused by all the wreath.
Can you imagine a pervert administering
communion serving bread and wine.
Jim Horn
Do have a luxiorious labor day.
Tons of peaches
Growing on every tree
You'd think I'd wash off the fuzz
Nope, not me
One after the other
Juice dripping down my chin
I feel my lips beginning to burn
The swelling begins
Who needs lips stick
When you have lips this luscious and red
Their bigger than Julia Roberts
I'll need a tractor to lift them into bed.
A new tomato burst
beneath a blade, its juice
streaking my wrist,
mimicry of something I swore off
years ago.
Seeds scatter like liquid mercury
across the cutting board,
smallest of reminders that life spreads
even if it’s cut short, stunted.
I keep slicing,
pretending the stains
will wash off this time.
Waking up in the morning
Jumping in the shower
To refresh myself
To wash off all the Anger,
Lies,
Guilt,
Pain.
That I have tortured myself with
Hopping out and drying myself off
Clothing myself in Hope,
Faith,
Trust,
Joy.
Getting ready to face a new day
Free of Stress
Free of Remorse
My conscience is clear,
I am now refreshed!
A dysfunctional child covered in mud
If her mamma didn't clean her do you think a stranger would?
dirty looks and filthy nails
gossips, rumours and funny tales
labels that stick and wont wash off
she is a tree with a damaged root
she grows no flowers
she grows no fruit
Broken trees can’t grow wings
This little girl resorted to other things
2004
If peace was like a river then it would not be peace
It would just be a shiver that is mistaken for bliss
All the cataract's all the wavers,it would not cease for your pleas
Shouts and screams chanting save her,but it's all in your dreams
Musical notes such as quavers,wash up your nightmares wash off your sins
Relieve the pain relieve the danger, hold my hand though am a stranger
If peace was like a river then it would not be peace
It would just be a shiver that is mistaken for bliss
All the cataract's all the wavers,it would not cease for your pleas
Shouts and screams chanting save her,but it's all in your dreams
Musical notes such as quavers,wash up your nightmares wash off your sins
Relieve the pain relieve the danger, hold my hand though am a stranger
At the shopping mall
Coffee in my hand
Along with a scorn
I choose a table
To enjoy my treat
A loud noise s
is heard
It had startled me
Coffee in my hand
Then landed on me
From my top to slack
A horrible mess
Tried to clean it up
Did the best i could
Stains did not wash off
So spent the whole noon
Shopping in stained clothes
Till i found a new top
Replaced to wear
The waterfall splashes,
gushing from a
mossy hill that
drops small rocks;
it doesn't dribble
as on winter
days seeping into
grass that's dry.
Soon the waterfall
becomes a stream,
where ravens rest
to sip its water
on the hottest
day of summer...
while wagtails and
hummingbirds take a
dip to wash off
pesky bugs clinging.
Trickle, lively stream...
let me hear
your sounds and
compose a melody.
“I am coming right soon to end all strife,
to offer for all the water of life.”
Come wash off the worst
and then quench your thirst.
Jesus is coming, our morning star bright.
“I am the beginning, also the end.
I am the root and to branches extend.”
To the tree of life come
so that you can become
at one in God as Jesus Christ's friend.
Revelation 22.12-17
J-anuary thirtieth morn
H-as broken early Monday;
E-vening shadows disappear;
R-aindrops stay away.
M-isty Sunday airway
I-s nowhere in sight;
E-ven the haze is gone into the blackest night.
A-nother birth has come,
N-ew dawn sets things aright;
T-he beacon has risen,
O-pening the day with light.
L-et the dirt and grime fade
I-nto the deepest darkness;
N-ow is the time to wash off and deterge the surface.
Beautiful obsidian figures
Artfully sculpted from the smoothest and hardest of stone
You have a luster like no other
As if God were your makeup artist
And she sat you down one day,
Took a beauty sponge out of her kit
And applied sunlight to not just your face,
But every inch of you
Just you
It doesn't wash off
Rub off
Or crack
No matter how old it gets
And you're wearing it well
You're all wearing it very well.