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Wiper Poems - Poems about Wiper


Premium Member Windshield-Wiper Fluid And Ex-Lax
I bought some windshield-wiper fluid And some Ex-Lax for my bowels I had no toilet paper But I did have paper towels I wiped the windshield-wiper fluid On my windshield made of glass And I wiped the paper towels On my stinky little .......

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Categories: wiper, humorous,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Driving in the Snow with One Windshield Wiper
Diagonal snow Glides effortless through the countryside of the Amputee windshield For the passenger side Has always had a reticent view Steam rises loftily From a topless treat Of gas station coffee That which further Obfuscates the scene Mousey and silent Each flake falls Like the wings of An owl unhurried Speckling the air With flurries of tiny Feathers If snow is a blanket, is the Earth a frightened child? Is there a force, a...

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Categories: wiper, loneliness, memory, night, silence,
Form: Free verse



Premium Member Lord God, You Are My Tear Wiper
May 12 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Job 16-19 Key Verse – Job 16:20 My friends scorn me: but mine eye poureth out tears unto God. LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY TEAR WIPER Lord God, You are my tear Wiper, opening my eyes to behold Your glory Thank You for orchestrating my will by Your strengthening victory Surely...

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Categories: wiper, blessing, christian, faith, god,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member The Tear Wiper
The Tear Wiper There was one, who called his friend a few days ago. He shared with him a dream he thought he should know. His friend gave attention as he, in a serious tone, began to say: It was cold and snowy in the East. It was windy and wet in the North. It was cloudy and stormy in the...

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Categories: wiper, america, devotion, dream, family,
Form: Prose Poetry
Need New Wiper Blades
There is a blurred brumous haze. Afloat upon a invigorating mourning. Alive with the aroma of petrol and cigarette smoke. The glass somewhat stained with a rich smoky grey. Raindrops like perspiration on a mother in childbirth. A broken window wiper beats a jungle beat. Across the clammy windshield. Harsh noises of horns honking. Intermix with the wiper...

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Categories: wiper, introspection, on writing and
Form: Dramatic Monologue




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