Laundry Basket Poems - Poems about Laundry Basket

...Everywhere I turn, a new memory visits— a simple hair tie sitting beside the hair clip in the medicine cabinet. A Bright Eyes t-shirt still lays at the bottom of the laundry basket. The blu......

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...Laundry Room The central activity in the laundry room isn’t the action of washing and drying my tatty, smelly clothes, it’s the Daily Redback Spider Race. The laundry basket leaks gas. T......

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... Once we were a matching pair, some days we’d get downbeat as we both couldn't abide the stench of sweaty cheesy feet! Our male owner would pop us in the washing machine with wa......

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... Hello, I am a purple sock who has lost my mate recently, we were beloved by our owner and she is real devastated ! She liked to wear us in her dance shoes and we liked it too, we ......

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...A vision seized me, before The marriage of my kin. Betrothed to a faith apart, Like a stray from the hallowed ground; where forefathers had etched: A devout Catholic and a pioneer, A premonitio......

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...Coming up the steps Large laundry basket filled with Clean clothes worn by all I notice my heart rhythm And wonder if this the last Written: March 1, 2023......

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...Soft life had decided to give In A glass of vanilla yoghurt A piece of cake for breakfast A plate of macaroon for lunch And some pasta for supper Hiking on weekend to the mountain to......

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...First basketballs were discarded peach baskets With their full bottoms in them Soccer balls were used Officials had this dubious job Had to climb a ladder to remove the ball After each basket F......

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..."Ma, Ma" she gently calls, Beautiful music to my ears, "I love you Gramma!" Then plants a kiss upon my cheek. My first grandchild, A precious gift from above, Full with vibrant energy, A de......

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...Let’s drop the baby out the window fifteen stories down. I stare into the child’s eyes; why would I do that? She trusts me. I ponder it but not meaning to. You are a wimp. Just do it! That voic......

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...The smallest room in the house, Phew what a smell, It smells so bad, It's my lads, Replace toilet roll, End of the day it's used, Do they eat it????? It's my lads, Hairs fill the plughole......

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...Do-B-Do was my first cat as an adult. I really wasn’t sure I even wanted a cat. My ex wanted a kitten and I gave in, we picked the sweet fluffy female one. She was a grey tabby with yellow eyes. ......

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...My laundry basket’s tall and round, Of wicker or rattan. We’ve had it since some years before Our children’s lives began. It sits beneath the windowsill, Its cover in its place And patiently ......

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...Pig Patty Plop ran into the Laundry mat, From the awful butcher she was hiding. Tired, busy mommy was taking some shirts out, Bubbles hit the floor, and Patty was soon sliding. She tried to hid......

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...I got a splinter from the Laundry basket made of straw. I banged into the stepstool So my shin is red and raw. I knocked a chair right over And it fell onto my toe. Another one’s still injur......

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