Short Whitewash Poems

Short Whitewash Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Whitewash by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Whitewash by length and keyword.


Winter Scene

I look at a completely still landscape
The trees, bushes, lawn and path
Seem covered in whitewash

For Rick’s Winter kimo contest
© Jack Horne  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Kimo


Premium Member Whitewash House

If you mix an Elephant and a Donkey
you will come up with a barrel full of Monkeys
holding guns and bibles
chanting the Zionists songs

Premium Member Hindsight is 2025

Deck the halls with gold
and whitewash society
erase the bonds of culture 
and that unfitting history
focus on how pretty 
your teenage bride will be.

***
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Whitewash

When widow whore weeps while worshiping, wide windows welcomes whistling wings. Wrongfully... wretched ways washed white with waters wondrous works.

Whitewash

It's not that we despise you,
the case of colour doesn't arise, you
being black doesn't matter...
It's just that the customer's idle chatter
insinuates the good name of our honest pub
will take the blame for your darker taint - 
Don't get me wrong talc or face paint,
Would eradicate
misunderstanding.
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Whitewash

Just one line of cocaine from sniffing the white powdered abys

She washes her poisonous laundry pegs the bottomless threads

Retrieves her dead tired credit card from a pocket of dissolute fear


06th June 2018 

written for three liner contest with 17 syllables max per line

Syllables checked on howmanysyllables.com

Untitled

***
It's almost one o'clock 
In the morning.
Summer is in full swing.
The full moon has stopped being red,
And it launches the light with thin plates ,
through the not fully drawn curtains.
Someone is sonorously stirring the drink in the cup with a spoon.
The darkness, diluted with whitewash,
Presses its cheek to the gentle sound.
© Mari Bond  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Verse

Under A Streetlight


shadows burn 
through the bulb;

they whitewash the
darkness on my skin;

body shapes the fire
within, without. under

the glasslight blinks,
once, twice; brief, alive; in

the longest rain
passing on all her shadows;

heavy and wet, this streetlight's
~cast something~ flickers out — 

broken is seemingly not the
same thing as dead.
© Paige Hind  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Verse

Wooly Surfer

riding the shoulder, standing 
right with the movement
is my boy lil Wooly Dog
surfing waves on the rocking chair

coming in from the back
he holds his paws in place
as if pawing into the whitewash
getting ready to settle in

then barreling into the blanket
where it is cool and calm
with a nice breeze blowing over
he closes his eyes for a nap

Outsider

I really did place a plastic bubble
Resting on a rooftop of tar and trouble
Suffocating the air from a pink, perfumed bug
In agony over that final hug
Memorializing with retrowishes
Replaying silent, moving whispers
Of soft hugs and warm and wet kisses
Cheap whitewash fades me to the lowest recess
To blaze like a Phoenix -- for all lovers are blessed
When love is reborn and renewed.
© Tom Arnone  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member A Conclusion

Whitewash is white
White race is not white
White gold is not white
White pepper is not white 
Look before you leap
Think thrice before you act
Never jump to a conclusion 
Without investigation
Sometimes quick and smart 
Doesn't mean excellent and perfect
People used to say 
Work smart but not work hard
But to survive an economical crisis
Many an average 
Will surpass merely a few excellent

Premium Member Seagulls Take Flight

Seagulls Take Flight Rose strolled alone on a warm sandy beach as salty sea foamy waves crept to reach net her toes as the wind rose She Jump from getting wet toes instead fell back on her butt with a screech Beach bumming seagulls came flying around while Rose sat embarrassed on the wet ground Plop! Whitewash flopped on her head then up to the air they fled flapping, squawking, with snapping hungry sounds 4/27/2017
© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

Get a Premium Membership
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a Premium Membership.
Book: Diverse Voices: The Poetry of Human Rights and the Pursuit of Peace