Suds Poems - Poems about Suds

... Once we were a matching pair, some days we’d get downbeat as we both couldn't abide the stench of sweaty cheesy feet! Our male owner would pop us in the washing machine with wa......Read the rest...

...Mind Games Poem Lionel Derbyshire Pack away the day Lay back lay back Park.. It is nightime Wait the exit wounds Here comes the game's To mock and bother And the mind Beguiles you as ba......Read the rest...

... The large, enameled sink eats her red knuckles. Mum bent to her silent threadbare work. I have new long pants, I worship their long-ness, how they stretch my young body into an imaginary......Read the rest...

...I don’t remember the shower unless the glass shatters into smithereens I slip on the soap of sudsy shards Life is hard the walls press in white and smooth as if a crowd’s haranguing ......Read the rest...

...surge of a shower, urgently nudging the suds to roll off shoulder......Read the rest...

...Her favorite song was playing called Spells caused with Wrath Vermonia let the suds lull her to sleep in her warm bath. The cats playing at her feet were tussling and struggling around. She heard ......Read the rest...

...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 the rest...

... Resurrection iBodies By Mark D. Stucky I laundered my iPhone the other day, left in a pants pocket bound for washer glory. After all the agitation and spin ceased, be......Read the rest...

...Why do humans take a soapy shower? I have no idea the frog replied to his brother. Do you think I could have one? I don’t see why not. Do we have to buy soap suds? No. I can steal them. Okay. ......Read the rest...

...Soaking suds at the pub and somebody said, Son. One just ain't enough but three is too many. And don't forget about when, You're running on empty. You want to paint the town. With your fave ga......Read the rest...

...fat globs and splashes jive off the spin cycle of the ocean this afternoon I see round circles of suds amid dancing twirls and whirls, it is fabulous no one could paint these artistic swirls and bl......Read the rest...

...She stood upon her weary raft Oar in her hand dipped in dark bath With every row she rippled suds Within the shadows deep as bloods Traversing dead lilies and stenching muds Oar scraping roo......Read the rest...

...Today, there are no rubber ducks or mother's marigold skirts to hide behind as we once did. In their place, lurking dark and hoary, a bathtub mist updrafts thick with loose spores, and mil......Read the rest...

...With hands immersed in suds and water warm, I stand before the sink, humbled vassal, To plates and dishes, grease and grime the norm, My task to cleanse this polychromed passel. Each cup I crad......Read the rest...

...A maiden fair would never dare expose her hairy chest She likely would rather swathe it in suds and lather ~ then cut it all off and drink it right down......Read the rest...