Get Your Premium Membership

Washings Poems - Poems about Washings


Nothing

...

Does it come or is it just here
It’s weight unknown
No colour no form
A gratitude of love
Enormous as it’s space
Never grasped in mortal finger
Gods first apartment
The end some might reac...
...
Continue reading...
Categories: washings, poems,
Form: Free verse

Visitor

...This morning I got visitor...
The cutest ever little guest.
A sparrow, walking as a twister
on my rope with washings space.
It looked at me with browny eyes
and bravely stayed in front...
A pie...
...
Continue reading...
Categories: washings, beauty,
Form: Rhyme



Housework

...Who was it who said
Housework prolongs your life? 
Surely they jest! 
They can go take a hike

I've collapsed on the couch 
From just the mere thought 
After leaving it it far longer
Than I r...
...
Continue reading...
Categories: washings, humor,
Form: Rhyme

Premium MemberNavigating the Pandemic

...It seems clear that the COVID-19 pandemic is far from over,                                                                               and I'm hoping people don't become complacent and irresponsib...
...
Continue reading...
Categories: washings, courage, faith, fear, god,
Form: Verse

Premium MemberA New Normality

...The sky is the limit to what can be said of 2020, what it has brought us and how we are responding or reacting to it.  i.e., There's this notion of "getting back to normal". Suffice it to say that me...
...
Continue reading...
Categories: washings, change, christian, god, religion,
Form: Verse



Newfoundlanders Keep An Eye Or Two

...Newfoundlanders, please be ready
For Covid-19’s second wave
After you joined the new bubble
Allowing travel in and out.
You’ve had a great string of free days
Now you’re opening up again
To the...
...
Continue reading...
Categories: washings, community,
Form: Free verse

Premium MemberMitt's Lament

...The oven timer’s going off. Oh crap!
Before that, I was lying in the drawer
enjoying a peaceful  little nap.
“She” grabs me and goes to the oven door.
I’m held by her left hand, while in her righ...
...
Continue reading...
Categories: washings, angst,
Form: Sonnet

Accidental Washings

...Forgetful when it comes to my pocket jeans,
especially when its time to get cleaned,
chewing gum and phone,
after the wash I moan,
at times even laundering the green.






12-21-16...
...
Continue reading...
Categories: washings, clothes, humor,
Form: Limerick

Premium MemberHey God If U Only Knew Me, Take My Advice God Dammit

...There's an inner/outter counter blank element that defines our earthly countenance transparent transpire to an irrelevant parlor non native nill given gotten gave, positioned ill latently counterintu...
...
Continue reading...
Categories: washings, analogy, change, emotions, how
Form: Free verse

Premium MemberWaiting For a Prayer Pt 1

...The wound saddened her and the scab would not dry.

She is frayed but with dignity sews and patches herself.

Time ticks as she waits patient, alert for the door closing.

And she waits.

Her clothes...
...
Continue reading...
Categories: washings, passion,
Form: Narrative

Rain Diary-Part3 of 3

...1. Today’s rains make me feel a drought
All the more thirstingly. A drought
Of all that is not unwanted
All that is not love, that is.
In times when farmers kill themselves
Due to debts, a rash ...
...
Continue reading...
Categories: washings, nature,
Form: Verse

Premium MemberQuilted Love

...Lying in my Grandmother's old brass bed
I watch the blades of her ceiling fan slowing turning
Around and around and around again...
From the heat of this steamy July 
There is no end to my yearni...
...
Continue reading...
Categories: washings, art, introspection, life, nostalgiaold,
Form: Lyric

Oh George...

...George O'l boy, what DO you say?
Great day for an old game today?
Washings done and the chores are too,
So shall we have a play, for what's true?

"I like your shiny clean apron..."
"I like you...
...
Continue reading...
Categories: washings, imagination
Form: I do not know?

The Wake

...I have a still snivelling mirror
From the silk-cotton tree
But can that take the stabbing cowries 
From my heavy,swollen foot?

I am in the dark the naked she-goat
Panting over flying stones.
...
...
Continue reading...
Categories: washings, confusion, death, sad, flying,
Form: I do not know?

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry