Water Bottle Poems - Poems about Water Bottle

There are flakes of black stuck to my palm remnants of the bottle’s cheap paint clinging to the rich warmth of my veins It isn’t a surprise to find my water bottle in such a state simply another thing of mine that’s far past its prime Folders broken at the spine and laces long soiled in muck Hole ridden socks and well-worn sweaters A...

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My source of gain for each day is so soothing and warm of heart this holds me up no matter what fully satisfying in no small part This bottle has ca spiritual dimension effecting my soul so very much keeping it filled to the brim trusting for that divine touch There's a constant boiling need being red hot temperature-wise touching inside your lukewarmness pour out the...

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The Water Bottle It was a Tuesday evening The date was the third The foreman was late The plastic was slurred Then fizz pop bang The mold gave way And out I sprang I was born today At 16.9 fl. oz. I was pretty good size I was placed on a conveyer With the rest of the guys I was filled with water My cap sealed tight Packaged with my...

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drifting with the tide a message in a bottle of TITANICS plight...

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hot water bottle just a temporary cure until his return 29/05/2011... 22:00 *wishful thinking on my part* lol...

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Water bottle, waterbottle You sit on my desk I look at you, I look at you But I never drink you Poor, poor water bottle...

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