Cristina Caymares
Cristina Caymares
Jul 19, 2015

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, 2015

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.
Yellow Boots
Yellow Boots
Aug 26, 2014

once a week, I fall in love.

seasonal variation applies.

still more often than
                I do the laundry.

#spring   #doing   #laundry  
AJ Chilson
Apr 25, 2015

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

#dirty   #gossip   #laundry  
Elisa Maria Argiro
Elisa Maria Argiro
Aug 27, 2015

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  
when you do my laundry
Mar 13

you and me
is not reality
and its getting
away from me
i'm just a trick
your mirrors and smoke
bring me a schwarma platter
and a diet coke
if i am nothing and
never have been
then how come
when you do my laundry
you get your vs
and my dress shirts
all mixed in??

#gentle   #laundry  
Dried thoroughly piles of laundry
Vero Jouline

My rhymes are ten pairs of socks
Mixed up with the cycles of thoughts
Dried thoroughly piles of laundry
Lying not folded waiting for other loads
Of words and sentences to join them
Bleeding color on whites and shrinking silk
Of shared ideas and meaning
Irregular patterns on underwear
Understanding myself and family
Really? Is that all there is?
Oh please somebody help me with this!
I am drowning here on gentle settings
Letting go of general traditions of speech
And slowly digressing to the basement
Of life
This laundry needs to be done
More efficiently
Surely there's another way to write about it!

I'll find it on the bottom of the basket.

#life   #rhyme   #writing   #family   #weekend   #laundry  
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