Washroom Poems - Poems about Washroom

... Shadow Games While my back was turned, you slipped into the store, Went to the washroom, then out once more. You could’ve retraced your steps, stayed out of sight, But you leapt the chain—m......

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...When I bring home a deer... to live in our living room, my roommate won't hear of it. Fear of what? I will ask. He has no horns. He eats only oats, but not yours only; I bought him some food. ......

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... Feeling kinda cruddy, yup, that's the word Too many fries, too many burgs When will I learn I can't handle that stuff Stomach rebels, starts causing a fuss Once could eat nails and ......

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...Strands of hairs on floors galore, Papers and rags strewn over the tables, Clothes on the sofa seats,hung on the chairs, Cobwebs and spiders on the ceilings and walls, Moldy food and vege......

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... It was a fine porcelain washroom art, ravaging time broke the pieces apart. Water from faucet still flows, clings to smashed frame of friend close, just like I hold with tears my bro......

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...Suddenly aroma of sweet shisha flew from across the room, As I walk out of hot-boxed washroom, and into the living room, I see love of my life in a chair far across the room.......

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... Dear Curious Youth And inquisitive Sleuth I present to you a quandary A baffling report An enigma of sort Whenever I do my laundry It’s quite odd enough That some certa......

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...Everything was pink for Zee when she was a child Hot pink, light pink, medium pink, nothing blah or mild Pink bed, pink pillow, pink closet, pink clothes, pink doll If it was not pink, Zee simply ......

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...Everything was pink for Zee when she was a child Hot pink, light pink, medium pink, nothing blah or mild Pink bed, pink pillow, pink closet, pink clothes, pink doll If it was not pink, Zee simply ......

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...I can feel this thread running all over me, it’s like I am connected to the deep blue sea and the current is pulling me into the deep dragging me towards an unplanned destiny; the cords are running i......

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...He’d have to take his new jeans off to swim Or mom is sure to paddle his tail. So, his skinned them off, climbed atop the railroad bridge, folding them with the greatest care, laid them on the ra......

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...I don't dream anymore I am ugly without you. I don't live anymore. I am incomplete without you. I am lonely Like when my mother used to go out When I was little child. My life stopped when you......

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...Supari type thugs often use spy gadgets,audio bugs and hidden cameras to record audio and video.Spy gadgets are available in the shape of internet modem,usb device,mobile charger,energy saver,switch ......

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...Fear of death shadows me like clouds of rain. When fiercely I indulge in deeds so worth; Like fountains brim-fill within ceaseless pain, With grim queries: What's life? Why is this birth? My mo......

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...my friend is thorough doing things he has his way… praise is what he wants He is a perfectionist, not a crack, each night before starting to stride the track he enters the washroom to dilige......

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