Vacuums Poems - Poems about Vacuums

... An invisible decree, a cosmic speed limit, unyielding and absolute. Through vacuums it dances, a silent swift messenger, carrying the echoes of stars. Time bends in its presence, dista......

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...The possibilities are endless With every new scientific discovery. There is inspiration to invent devices That improve quality of life And save lives in the process. Spin with the wave and slo......

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...Oh, Nothing! You sly, elusive spud, You’re the star of this poem (though technically dud). You haunt empty fridges, blank quizzes, and minds, The gap where my keys hide and my weekend plans ......

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...My robot brings me six meals a day We started out with three, but he was sad He lives to please me in every kind of way His baking is good, his frying and cooking not bad Robot makes my bed, he......

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...First Quarter Moon The first quarter moon wants me to learn to speak curly hair language. If I don’t their rage concerning being bullied by prunes the size of cement trucks will cause: m......

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...A lack of forward planning raised a question just for me What kind of numpty vacuums… THEN sets up the Christmas tree?......

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...(a poem in Senryus) They say that you should never follow whisky with beer - but my new rhyme is - never follow several martinis with two more martinis Ladies, please take my advice, yo......

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...I like spiders and I like black ants. For fleas and lice, I take another stance. Sometimes, I wonder if they admire us. The same question goes for a virus. Neither foolish fleas and lice, sprea......

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...Softly, the sages breathed in the wisdom of the Methuselah tree Said the Hyperion, "O' Look I have grown way high". Methuselah whispered "Embrace life, hug each day to grow tall and fr......

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...I regret not cleaning my room sooner. When my mom vacuums, She cleans around the mess. And the mess climbs. This house is a maze. A maze to my room. We all have rooms. I should take pride in m......

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...Today I cleaned for hours Getting rid of mostly dust. If I did this more often, I’d feel less worn out, I trust. Yet unlike many others, Who have homes that sparkly shine, No one would ever ......

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...Like sands of thought, a whirlpool's dizzy spins and holes of black, where not a prayer escapes, the gravity ~ temptation's lurid sins, while empty vacuums fill and chaste guilt drapes. While str......

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...You can’t embrace reality forever Its tenets restrict and constrain By definition it renames itself Once spoken to then be disclaimed What comes upon you the moment laced Whe......

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...A vacuum wanders down the stairs. I tell some folk, but no one cares. It staggers by without a thought. I contemplate its being… not. It vanishes, leaves ne’er a clue. While saying zilch, as ......

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...The mind is a traveller, on an earnest quest apart, link road to the innermost, signpost for bold hunch, meaning is a hazy sky, lay-by as mere pause, quietly we trudge in tight bands, but ne......

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