Washed Poems - Poems about Washed

The old photographs, edges curled like dried autumn leaves, offer only glimpses. A younger laugh, unheard now, a sun long set on that specific day. I try to piece it together, the scent of the salt air then, the weight of a hand in mine. But the details slip, like sand through open fingers. There are moments, sharp and sudden, a song on the radio, a...

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1 John 1:7 “But if we walk in the light, as he is in the light, we have fellowship one with another, and the blood of Jesus Christ his Son cleanseth us from all sin.” In the vacuuming, the roar of a voice – softly churning, remembering my purpose… my soul is burning – soundless stories, a still,...

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I die over and over— between pages—a ghost in a world more real than my own—drowning in ink— willingly washed ashore— swelling, bloating breath. Against my nature of concealment, I cough out the ink—everywhere— chaos, carnality, collapse! onto a canvas I cannot cower from. Who else perceives meaning there? Who else feels the frenzy like fire? ...

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White washed memories White washed memories A simple life and simple dreams Just you and I By the fireside White washed memories White washed memories A simple life with simple dreams Love and Purity Love and Purity Out beyond the snow lit hills Love and Purity White washed memories Just you and I ...

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acid washed blue jeans hang on the rusty clothesline in the morning sun ...

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Went down to the river each time I sang and washed presumptively the flesh of kin down, down, down with knees bent unfolded and rent circled the floors each time I sang and raised the roof and arms in praise ‘tis not enough to say ‘tis a start not lame to accept His holy name into your heart down, down, down in the burial tub not shamed nor shoved but proofed Went down to...

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If only I could wash my brain My mind would be so clean Then certainly I would be so sane And no way to be mean I’d scrub away all the pain I had Scrub away all the bad hair days I'd scrub away, scrub away, scrub away All the awful news that’s bad and...

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Scrubbed rubbed the wrong way And left hung up to dry Blown away in the wind Treated like a leper I wasn't perfect but I tried Treated like a sinner Condemned sentenced Feeling small with no judge or jury When I hadn't sinned at all. ...

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Have you been washed in the blood of the Lamb, Christ Jesus? Do you know there's only one certain way for you to go and That's only through Christ Jesus! For He is the one and the Only lamb of God who is able to wash away our sins far far Far away and change our deary nigh-times...

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mother mouse had her hands and tubs full on wash day her children were jumping and diving and playing every which way Pinning on the line took even more effort, but worth the trouble. Interlopers kept coming back for more; she thought she was seeing double....

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"I like to sing a song for you to show you that I care. To show you that I'm grateful for the times we have to share. I've been told that in this life the friends we have are few and I just want to thank you that the friend I have is you. chorus Praise you Lord we are...

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Washed out to Sea By Dilly Dally and Christopher Grieves First line DD, second line CG and so on Save my soul, I'm washed out to sea I need the lights of a harbour to beckon me Gasping for breath, in a bedraggled state As the wild wind decides my ultimate fate Swallowed up by the dark but emerge by the shore A...

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The tide and heavy seas had washed up a wealth of treasures to lay at my feet spread out in a long line just like the way wares are displayed on the street of an outdoor market. Shells, some polished to a sheen others just broken shards of a puzzle never to be put back together again. Tresses of weed, float bladders, a cuttlefish...

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MAYBE??? I'm lost Maybe I'm found DIRTY I Am yet that's my vessels solid substance maybe I'm sound??? laid on the floor DIRTY scrutinized and DENIED yet WHOLESOME AM I because I was CREATED to FLOW I rise I'm more than just the DIRT BENEATH my TOES my THIGHS, TEARS I...

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I COME -DIRTY WASHED IN THE BLOOD OF THE LAMB NOW CLEANSED CLEAN- I come I come to the Father naked He already knows my imperfections, my faults Once clothed in sin now in his lost mind it is now covered I come to the Father naked In the blood of Jesus washed clean Once clothed in sin now in his lost...

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