Washing Poems - Poems about Washing

Donning rubber gloves, the wife does washing of clothes and dishes... (plus cutlery, pots pans, et cetera) in the kitchenette sink. She started what would immediately become a first and last generation tradition (the spouse as washer woman and scullery maid) soon after we moved here eight years ago come July 1st, 2025. I trumpet her pioneer spirit to apply elbow grease (to tackle...

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Donning rubber gloves, the wife does washing of clothes and dishes... (plus cutlery, pots pans, et cetera) in the kitchenette sink. She started what would immediately become a first and last generation tradition (the spouse as washer woman and scullery maid) soon after we moved here eight years ago come July 1st, 2025. I trumpet her pioneer spirit to apply elbow grease (to tackle...

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Each night after the evening meal there was never a discussion as to who would wash the dishes and who would do the drying up. My mother was the washer, my sister and I did the drying up. Hot steam would rise from the sink before plates were plunged deep in foam and scrubbed with a brush - we would wait, tea towel in...

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I wash my face twice a day Once vigorously As if I am exercising demons Residing in my pores And once gently In circular, sweeping movements Like I am washing away the crust of tears That have come to settle on my cheeks...

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I used to live at the foot of a lush, green hill whose high pastures fed dairy herds. When I stood under the washing line in my cottage garden and looked up, it appeared that the cattle were grazing on my roof. It was then I realized perception was a broken fragment in the eye of reality, God’s little trick to be understood in the soft...

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the rain will pour relentlessly washing away the sins of day waves roll down my street echoing triumph of the new world cold air and back-splash reaches me reminders that i am not as exception to this washing...

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thorough grooming baths our cat does administer licks my son's hair clean...

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Years ago, no one had new knees said Dad They had to make do with the ones they had Women ran around with wrinkles and gray hair Plastic surgeons and hair dye did not exist anywhere I see a brain washing machine down the road They will open your skull with a saw-blade gold Take your brain out and cleanse it...

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Grief still has a way of washing over me, Taking me by surprise— A reminder of a mother’s deep love. A year since you’ve been gone, Every single day is hard. Today was a tender, emotional day, But tonight, the tears have no end. I sat on your bench under the full, bright moon, Wrapped in a soft blanket to fight the cold...

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Can you see the Pharisee washing his hands, full of pride? Hasn't he, in his show-off, kept his honesty aside? The one who called you for meals had his agenda in mind. To prove you are wrong, in you some faults he wanted to find With the cleansing of dishes, you asked, Do you peep within? More than the dust...

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Washing Washing your hair with little stones cures back aches. ...

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I I look at trees and think about their births. I can say to myself by looking at a leaf, “You are an oak,” or, “You are a Chinese pistache.” For this I feel proud, And this quirk is one that gives me a sense of joy, And the trees appreciate this; they listen. II...

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One day I will Float up to Ziz Its wings wisp Soft like stray Hairs in the sink Hypnotize sunken Whirlpool eyes Until then I Guess I choose Sleep tonight ‘Til the day Where true rest Seems more than Just alright...

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

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The Washing Line Sit in a chair and watch the washing line You see the world hanging there Egyptian cotton Chinese silks Waving amongst your underwear ...

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