Short Wipe Off Poems
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Times That Trump Growls
There are those times that Trump growls,
And often thinks he is like wise old owls;
Bowels not move,
Or will improve;
Tries to wipe off scowls with his towels.
Jim Horn
The sun's shining brightly, what could go wrong
We feel like prancing and singing happy songs
Can't wipe off the grin
Once the day begins
It's a Broadway show starring me in a sarong
The sun's shining brightly, what could go wrong
We feel like prancing and singing happy songs
Can't wipe off the grin
And once the day begins
It's a broadway show starring me in a sarong
Put on a brave face,
Cover all your scars
Don't let them see the real you,
How broken you really are
Hide away the sadness,
Wipe off all your tears
It's funny how no-one notices,
After all these years
Love all you ladies and your dangly bits
My heart starts thumping and my drooling drips
Right down to my chin
Can't wipe off my grin
As my body experiences a carnal eclipse
© Jack Ellison 2015
Love all you ladies and your dangly bits
My heart starts thumping and I drool from my lips
Right down to my chin
Can't wipe off my grin
As my body experiences a carnal eclipse
© Jack Ellison 2015
Today I'm going to see my sweet Doctor Kim
To discover what shape this guy's really in
From how I feel now
She'll say, “Holy freakin' cow”
“You're like a man of forty” and not be able to wipe off the grin
he comes back
to the bloody scene
of his crime
to wipe off
his fingerprints
only to
leave behind
more
evidence.
Date written: 12/21/2022
Today I'm going to see my sweet Doctor Kim
To discover what shape this guy's really in
From how I feel now
She'll say, “Holy freakin' cow”
“You're like a man of forty” unable to wipe off the grin
© Jack Ellison 2015
Oh, honey, your lover’s a jerk;
I promise it really can’t work -
As he’s married, of course,
And he wouldn’t divorce -
I’d deck him* and wipe off his smirk.
* to punch someone hard and knock them to the ground
For Vicky’s Agony Aunt contest
Sir – dearest V.C.,
A freed representor asks:
(Now wipe off your streams, first!)
“Tell all the lads & lasses
Who owns those dark faces
Borne by the cars in that dark night:
Tell the ears of the forest,
Else, this long solace shall ring in vain,
They are not preferred to the insecure life!”
Form:
you could be my best kept secret
the type of secret i'd keep in a mason jar
sitting on my windowsill
sunlight shining through the darkest parts of you
and as dust motes collect and float midair
i'll be there
with a gentle hand, ready to wipe off the dirt
like the sadness i wish i could relieve of you
I am rooting for Snidely Whiplash
Tie up sweet Nell and give her a gnash.
Silly Dudley Do-Right
Simply isn’t that bright.
Snidely, turn him into cornmeal mash.
Good villain, it is your turn to win.
Wipe off Dudley Do-Right’s ridiculous grin.
Leave her on the tracks
With their clickety clacks
Follow me, Whiplash. Do I hear an Amen?
Hey girl!
Sleeping with a heavy heart still?
Unquestionably, I understant!
I understand the anxiety,
the pain, the depression
of things not going your way.
Unquestionably, I understand!
I understand the weight,
the suffocation, the desolation.
But hold up still,
Wipe off tears still,
And Hit the road,
For, the journey ain't over yet!!!
Took my pills today
bad dreams come and play
and sad times stay
theres no delay
just comes right away
then my fear dies
tears I fight to cry
screaming
fighting
don't want to die
take it I must
wipe off the dust
apple pie
pills inside lie
why do they try
tell me to trust
death and I brush
what's the rush
it's the only way
take my pills today
mother spat
theres too much chat
inside playing ball
swinging the bat
childrren scurried
nervously sat
why do you bicker
behave like a brat
your fathers the same
acting the pratt
here he is now
his worn leather hat
home sweet home
says the welcome door mat
wipe off those grins
your wearing so fat
your punishmet stands
i promise you that
I make a lot of mistakes along the way,
But I'm still perfect, what more can I say.
When I make a blunder I do it well,
Now the rest of the story is easy to tell.
I don't let the mistakes get me down,
I just get back up and wipe off my frown.
I make perfect mistakes, and they teach me.
That makes me perfect, now do you see?
By Charles E. Fitzgerald 05/05/99 Lakeland, Florida
When the toilet paper roll is almost empty, and I'm sitting on the bowl
I start thinking is there enough there left, and my eyes begin to roll
I shout out from my bathroom, in hopes that someone near will hear
Cause one time when no one heard me, I had to use my underwear
To wipe off all the poopoo, I know, you must think that I'm a nut
But no way will I leave poopoo, sticking, stinking on my butt
I wipe off spilled coffee from my arm on my sheets
As I wish I wasn't home
Or at least not alone
Because as much as I love the dark and flatsound
Right now I just want to hold someone close
Earlier I went on a walk
And looked for stairs to sit on
Looked at people passing by
And wished for nighttime
Because let's be honest
Blackness with stars
Is so much more beautiful
Than blue skies and clouds
What do I miss the most?
a) the laughs we used to share
b) the silence we used to savour
c) the tears we used to wipe off each other
d) the shoulder I used to lean on
e) the hands that used to support me
f) the eyes that used to speak to me
g) your mere presence that used to console me
h) Or is it all of the above?
01.02.2023
Submitted for: The Multiple Choice Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Suzanne Delaney
With eyes shut tight
The clock stays still
Surrounding voices
Breathe your last breath
Never stop running
Falling into nothing
Scream for realization
There was never a cliff
Why did you run
Why did you scream
When you never moved
Wipe off cold sweat
But with what
You are alone again
Solid white walls
They inhale
And it takes you back
What were you trying to find
Now stop.
You were awake again.
Slip into your dreams
Loving me is a sin
This love never wins
I can’t help but admire you
But it doesn’t mean you have to love me too
Loving me is a sin
Even if it comes from within
stop loving me
Disaster, I guarantee
Loving me is a sin
No joke; wipe off that grin
You saw today, the way, I sway
Please, stay away
Loving me is a sin
Really, how long has it been?
This is no matter to discuss
It involves more than us
Loving me is a sin
@~@SHACKLES@~@
Hatred fills in and out
Let me take the poison
Unto I die
Unto bliss fills in and out
Unto I am freed
Chained and stoned
Nailed deep into the flesh
And the bones
Even beyond death
Blood knows its colour
But never its frugality
Let me wipe off your sin
With my apron
Unto stain-less
Let me whip you
Unto death and beyond
Fly from the ash
You are a Phoenix
High and high
To the freedom
-Puvi-
Once the curtain is down
All lights then turn to dim
Music slowly trails off
As the self bows back in
Moments of reflection
Memory becomes faint
When the thrill has left you
And you wipe off the paint
You think of what it was
That you have then just done
Knowing all it has meant
Amazed if you had fun
You aren't even quite sure
If you'll keep going on
In search of more footlights
To brighten your soul song
81 Words Rhyme 4/20/22
Sir – darest V.C.,
Good was the morning speech:
This early morning of grand rhetorics!
Our bald pundit speaks
With the croaking voice of varsity toads;
– The bard’s throat seems
Cracking under the dregs of singing
The solace of a long long speech!
Sir – darest V.C.,
Wipe off those streams of sweat
That brim the banks of the blank face first!
Are you a father?
Then a paternal for others’ kids?
Haba! are these smiles themselves or images?
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