Soap Poems - Poems about Soap

...Nangay na toilet me jaya karo, Shampo say muth na lagaya karo, Soap or shampo ye Galat tateqa, Hey girls Suno larkon ko chor do, Apni ungli say kaam chalaya karo, Taza taza Pani say nahaya karo.......Read More

... Written: September 23, 2023 _____________________________________________________________ In a faraway land, as the sky hits the field, Amidst a land of shades, a country concealed......Read More

...I have been working in the wings since destiny begins; I have been living in the wings to have a glimpse of everything. I am in here and you are out there and still you don’t know what is happing ove......Read More

...Traveling shoes on got on my traveling shoes traveling shoes yall got on my traveling shoes I can travel now got on my traveling shoes can travel yall got on my traveling shoes traveling shoes on got......Read More

...Nine nine A story I needed to find My credentials were declined But it was Sunday, I did not mind Honestly, I tried Decided, ‘take a ride’ Into the Big Apple City M......Read More

..."dishwater soup" before the soap take the scraps from the plate place in a pot fill with water and bring to a boil for tomorrow's leftover meal......Read More

...Mama was going to be very busy today (very busy cos it was Saturday) There were jobs and work to do Piles of clothes and washing too Usually she would be preoccupied And the children will have ......Read More

..."soap soup tureen" oops it's a washing machine......Read More

...Diesel spray for Christmas Butt-face bar of soap for birthday, it's no small joke On isthmus They laughed out loud Though on emotions 'bout to choke You're ploughed Watch out! ......Read More

... Connie was a cheerleader bright white toothed smile bouncing boobs short skirt legs running long through school boy fantasies friday nights her stage crisp November air her makeup Robert w......Read More

...Mama, I hate to wear Big brother's baggy clothes. For neighbors know it well That he looks better in those. Mama, I hate to wear My Father's too-big shoes. I layered all too many socks They......Read More

... I am teaching my grandson The ABC’s through XYZ. A slice of pizza after his done To making it fun. He’s such a whizz. August seventeenth he’ll be five. He's autistic and very hyper. If his ......Read More

...The sun sets Rolling sluggishly In the exiting tide There is a joy to it Frolicking in the froth Of soap suds surf We play our parts In the evening reverie Dancing alone Shadows Carri......Read More

...Once again besieged by fruit flies Pestiferous infestation quite argh apartment unit b44 plagued with plight analogously linkedin to phenomena experienced within outer limits of the twili......Read More

...Ill comply, ill apologise, im ing tired I’ll hold your hand in mine, resigned, fingertips when i dont exist Palm to palm on a good day, a lovers loss, no pilgrims kiss A tragic play, no exit left.......Read More