Clothes drop on the floor
A quick sigh
Should have put it in the Cart
Could have fallen anyways
And on the wheels
The floor is better
But the bottom of the shoes touch
Pee from the bathrooms
Cigarette buds from the floor
Old food
"Hose down the bottom part of the shoes" anti-bacterial wipes on the floor
I'm walking on invisible paper
Never mind

May 26

In a little pile by the bathroom,
a collection of my clothing engraved.
Though the cloth is cyclically exchanged,
the pile serves as vowed remain.
I say I keep them there in case,
but we both know it's promised trace
that any time I leave this place
there is a never-ending return.

I am whole-heartedly, undoubtably in love.
We do not live together,
but I stay there every night.
I am always here, so I keep a small collection of clothing that I leave by the bathroom door. A wall area in which I have claimed for my belongings. I keep them there in case I need to change, yes, but it is also symbolic of my return any time I leave. It is assurance that no matter what happens, I HAVE to get my things back. Almost like a promised excuse.
The clothing is "engraved" because I always leave them there, and even if I have to wash them, I leave a variety of articles "cyclically exchanged" so that the wall is never vacant.
All of the end words, except the first and the last line, are mainly like-rhyme. I used this to articulate the fluidity yet imperfectness of our love. I used words such as, "engraved, vowed, promised" to describe the pile of clothing because they are also used to describe marriage, wedding rings, etc. I am nineteen and marriage is not in my current desires, but this little pile of clothing is what I use to promise the continuation of my love. This poem is short and a pile of clothes is simple to illustrate how easy and simple our love is. We are not hung up on technicalities or societal structure but rather a realistic, honest bond.
A love as honest as laundry.
Lines 5-7 rhyme perfectly to illustrate the rhythm that two souls create as time goes on.
#love   #honest   #simple   #grateful   #clothes   #laundry  
Into another like laundry.
Marlena R
Marlena R
Dec 10, 2014

The kind of love that’s aching...
I watch days fold
Into another like laundry.
Time never ends just like it,
So I measure your absence
in pant seams I press together.

It’s simple to do,
Making straight, clear-cut lines
Two halves just have to join together.
I still love you.
You do, too.
Our union should be
as simple as this routine.

How long though, until I see you?
And If then, If we go back?
Will you fold again?
If you do, I swear
to be fair to my heart
I'll lay this love out to dry.
I can't take you back.

(c) 2014 Marlena

I do the laundry.
Moderna Coronet
Moderna Coronet
Aug 26, 2014

once a week, I fall in love.

seasonal variation applies.

still more often than
                I do the laundry.

#spring   #doing   #laundry  
But the laundry just buzzed
Oct 25, 2014

My dreamer's heart
Always lost in a world
Of poetic fantasy
Hating to be snapped
Back into reality

But the laundry just buzzed

:p Ppptthhbbbb on laundry and weekend cleaning!
Wish I could read every new poem posted but I am being beckoned
by the washing machine, lol
#hate   #ugh   #silliness   #laundry  

Some things
don't require
your special attention,
like, for example, my dirty

#dirty   #gossip   #laundry  

It's the perfect,

Warm, fragrant,
and necessary.

What else
could so
keep me
from my

just mine
to do,
and I'm
out of

©Elisa Maria Argiro
#writing   #warm   #laundry  
than Spring laundry day at Dukes'
βέƦẙḽ Dṏṽ the Smartass Rabbi

Obama's whiter
than Spring laundry day at Dukes'
house in Baton Rouge.

Barack Obama

David Dukes
#haiku   #black   #white   #obama   #racist   #beryldov   #laundry   #kkk   #wikipedia   #daviddukes  
It’s laundry night!
Kendra Mack
Kendra Mack
Oct 18      Oct 19

Gather the clothes heaps
It’s laundry night!
Haul out the basket
Divide darks from lights

Check all the pockets
Turn pants inside out
Drop in the machine
And pour in the Shout

Find the right setting
And then watch it spin
When the buzz sounds
Then drying begins

Transfer to dryer
STOP! - It must hang-dry
If it’s too cotton, too fragile
Or… damn who knows why?

When done the hanging
It’s onto load two
Repeat every step
Until laundry’s through

BUT WAIT! That’s not all!
You thought you were done?
Now tumble, now iron
You thought this was fun?

Now hang up or fold
And - at last! - store away
I should start wearing
The same clothes every day!

of the dirty dishes and laundry
Mar 28

i killed a gnat on my shirt today
and now he sits there dead
next to a hole
which is starting to look
more and more
like his twin brother.
both black spots reminding me
of the dirty dishes and laundry
and the difference between dogs
in the city and country.

#death   #dirty   #country   #city   #brother   #twins   #dogs   #twin   #laundry   #dishes  
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