Wiper Poems - Poems about Wiper

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 ....

Categories: wiper, humorous,
Form: Rhyme

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

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

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

Categories: wiper, blessing, christian, faith, god,
Form: Rhyme

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

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

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

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