Sink Poems - Poems about Sink

last night, i kissed the wine glass until it cracked from want. i wanted red—not wine. not again. the walls talked in their usual static, soft-lipped murmurs, muffled as a hand over a mouth. i pressed my cheek to the faucet and heard my mother crying through the pipes— or maybe it was me, thirteen years ago, learning how to disappear without moving. there’s a spoon in the bathtub. bent. like my will on sundays. i...

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Drowning in sorrow because you are leaving me. I jumped in too soon. As I flail about, will you toss me a life ring, or a concrete block? Both are solutions to my current state of mind over losing you. The first prolongs it, the latter, ultimately, brings on my demise. I need to purge this constant feeling of longing for something that’s gone. This stagnation mode compromises my future and pulls...

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Why don’t geckos sink into the sand Disappearing into the promised land? What saves their Arizona lives? What keeps them up? The flaps in between their toes said my Uncle Hup. I thought he was joking, because he is a funny guy So, I looked it up in my gecko book which was way up high He was exactly right, my...

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ever really knowing if I'm coming or going meanwhile what am I to do with you as somewhat akin under the skin yet now quite skint but taking a sprint and just for fun making a dummy run if I may say it's leave or stay quite the conundrum of all things the sum but when it's said and done of the be and end-all none for should you ever think...

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A sink bucket Today I forgot to buy milk, drank black coffee  it is easy to remember the past shines like jewels It was the winter of 1952, and my brother carried a big sink bucket, I was the smallest one and we were on our way to the coal depot to find a hole in the fence...

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Its to your health I drink today And you can drink to mine If you feel better than ok Whatever wine is fine But there’s a sediment I see Down at the bottle base So shall I drink up to degree That saves the same old taste? How come the sediment appeared Don’t ask, for I don’t know You are my darling love, my dear And...

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• I open the fridge and what do I see? • A jar full of mildew waiting for me • Out of the jar and into the sink • For one, the jar has mildew and smells really stink ...

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Dressed in white christening gown Creaky snow break mountain melt Dissolves rigid in simmering spring Ached ankles pummel, putrid pond Ancient decompose steams surface Sulphur syphons Winter hestitance Grabs goblins soup bowl grotesque Monster murky rub...

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I sink deep into the unhappiness of being the one who doesn't deceive you with sweet illusions, I refuse to change who I am for anyone, even for the shadows that surround me. I've detested how easily you allow yourself to be manipulated to accept everything you hear without question, Have I not left a strong enough impression,...

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My bathroom is pink Hair dye on my sink In the bath tub too Punky color, Burmese blue My towel is a mess Hair dye on a dress Burmese blue on a wall Splattering hair dye down the hall...

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The tap and the sink had a brawl (the pair being stuck to the wall) the cold tap smashed the sink with a crash and a plink; serenely watched by the pee stall. Interposed did tap’s buddy, drain, (who held up the sink with a strain.) Dear sink is in pieces; her value decreases; she once was so smart and urbane!...

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I would still use thee And while at it giggle with glee Broken cracked you are Reflect my use like a star Hihi, i used it to pee...

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He took everything of value from me Except a house with a busted sink He thought I was screwed With the denim divorce blues I’m free now a rich divorcee ...

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He took everything of value from me Except a house with a busted sink He thought I was screwed With the denim divorce blues He wanted to bankrupt dreams But little did he know Starting over is a goal I’ve a house, making home I’m proud to hold my own Busted sink is remodeling gold I started a new fancy trend A bed and breakfast...

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It’s always the eyes that hook me, I look into them with glee. One pair after another took me, And I sank into their sea. I have no favorite colours, For my soul always flies Into pair after another Of gorgeous, shining eyes. Their depth, their hues, their magic Like magnets, suck me in; And in such warmth and comfort, To sink I then begin. Into your...

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