Vacuums Poems - Poems about Vacuums

...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 ......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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 ......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...You can’t embrace the moment forever whose verity at essence ungrained By definition it must rename itself once mentioned decried and disclaimed What came upon you to die in place wher......Read the rest...

...Come post presidential election 2024... heil to the Wharton chief firebrand - more worrisome than an ovarian cyst every race, religion, nationality, gender, creed, et cetera with impunity dis......Read the rest...

...In forms of crusts and curves and caves and carves and undulates, The vacuum looks exceedingly charming and gorgeous; This vacuum, yet, when becomes a throne of naughty fates, Heart and mind get t......Read the rest...

...I knew a cat once named Peaches. He was an all-black cat, but not one of those that could be described like a “shadow”, never be named Bagheera, never moved like a “black bolt” or even be described a......Read the rest...

...I'm a flower; I stand tall and primp for the world to see, As a blooming princess, I incur both acclaim and glory. Shaking shyly under a whimsical sky in dull tree stumps,  Soft melt......Read the rest...

...Why is misery said to love company while depression demands solitude? And is it always true that nature abhors a vacuum or sometimes true nurture adores expansion? Misery, depression, an......Read the rest...

...Is the thought of Science a scary premise mixed with some progress and a whole lot regret, like oh that science, what will they think of next, or some disgusting human made virulent virus that onl......Read the rest...

...Darkest heart a ruddy black Dried blood and static Blackest of black eyes roll in empty space The darkest night in deepest oblivion Of volcanic hell frozen in place As millenniums fell, a blac......Read the rest...

... My Favorite Things comes to mind... a random assortment, a jumble of words a quotient of portions, quotidian served quixotic strivings of the great deca-dense obscur......Read the rest...

...There is a place in our town where magic still occurs. You put your junk in, you wait a while… It’s fun to watch: you can’t really see well, Ii’s all fuzzy and soapy at the window, but you ......Read the rest...