#bathtub poems on Hello Poetry

Mara Siegel Feb 2016

white sheets in a strange room
dim lights, bright eyes.
i love it when you **** me, i love it when you're inside of me.

#love #death #day #*** #hotel #valentines #room #bathtub

Dibyanajana Chowdhury Feb 2016

If I have a hard day at work,
Or a fight with a friend,
I wait to get back home,
Just to be alone.

I put on some scented candles,
And some soothing french music,
Then get into my bathtub,
My comfort zone.

For it's the only space,
I can be my complete self,
No one to make small talks,
No one to play any games.

Its when I am able to make a decision,
Its when I can think wisely,
I love how it calms my heart,
I love how it releases the pain.

I don't need no therapy,
I don't need a friend to talk,
Just need some time by myself,
And I will be whole again.

#happiness #light #comfort #bathtub #comfortzone

kaylene- mary Dec 2015

Griffin

I drowned my will to live
in the bathtub across the hall
It didn't put up much of a fight
It didn't seem to mind much at all

#depression #death #loss #will #drown #bathtub

Cat Fiske Oct 2015

She. [10w]

You'd rather I be lonely,
In a bathtub,
With a book,

10w

#lonely #book #10w #you #rather #bathtub

Christina Lau Oct 2015

washing off our sins

let’s sit in the bathtub,
arms intertwined.
let’s sit in the bathtub
and let the water climb.
lets sit in the bathtub
closing our eyes.
lets sit in the bathtub,
whispering goodbye.

#poetry #goodbye #sins #old #bathtub

Nothing Much Jan 2015

Bathtub

There's a girl in my bathtub
I can see her dancing on the surface of the water
Her eyes glinting in the florescent bathroom lights
She and I have a lot in common
The same cropped hair and scars,
Crisscrossing our bodies like little train tracks
She shivers as the water pours into the tub
Hot rain falling from the faucet
I watch her beneath the surface
And I wonder if she is drowning

#reflection #mirror #swim #drown #bath #tub #bathtub

Awesome Annie Nov 2014

I'm Like A Bathtub

Bathtubs spend alot of time empty.
When used they are never filled completely.

Maybe I'm like a bathtub.
Cold and clean.

Well...

I'd hope to be clean. But I find myself ***** more often then not.

But I could shine. I could be filled to the brink of overflow.

You could lay on me for awhile.. Close your eyes and just relax.

I'll wrap myself around you and welcome you into me.

****...I'm like a bathtub.

Might be weird. This piece is a product of backwards thinking.

#weird #*** #reflection #bathtub

Tiffany Norman Oct 2014

Pictures, Teacups, a Patterned Pillow

Moths float out from behind
an opened, warped door.
I push my face into your clothes,
hung heavy like pearls
in an antique shop.
Stale and familiar,
the scent follows me
like a lost little bee.
It buzzes even after I leave.

Hopscotch down the hallway
to find dead crickets
in the bathtub.
Scuffed wallpaper camouflages
a cobweb. Metallic vines
curve around bursts of petals.
I’m certain you chose this pattern,
but I don't know.

Memories are few.
I fill in the holes with honey
and arrowheads.
Indian feathers and
an old brooch.
Piles of pie.
Did you love to bake pie?

Games of bridge
on that old, scratched table top
with a musty deck of Bicycle cards.
Each deck a photo album
of your face.

Your raisined face.
I remember holding it in my hands.
“This aint a walk for old womans.”
And out the door I go.
Empty handed and independent.

#death #wallpaper #grandmother #crickets #antiques #bathtub #pearls #recalling #moths #cobweb

Felicia C Jul 2014

1996

my anemic blood the color of saffron
is running out of my back
and into the bathwater

my sister is screaming
quarter past a freckle
and she jumps out

the metal faucet where the water
pours out in gallons
is sharper than I thought it was.

March 2014

#blood #memory #sisters #bathtub

Martin Narrod May 2014

The Cupcakes Aren't Vegan, At Least I Don't Think They Are

He weeps his heart, and hangs his head,
He doubles back, and follows her back to bed,
She says, " Some homes are towns and lives, while others wear their homes inside." And he keeps up though he's kept out, the volatile, the sudden frown.
She makes up the cupcakes but they're never vegan are they? No they're never vegan are they?

He makes a gift, and wrings his thumbs, the bubble bath, the tepid tub,
Outside where the rains have gone long, something gives him something strong,
And he picks up where he had left off, the trouble is he doesn't know when to back off, and the cupcakes aren't vegan, sweet and such spectacular, but they really aren't eaten, now that they've been made with eggs. No the cupcakes aren't vegan, though they are quite delicious. And he loves her forever, though he never eats again. No he never eats again. No he never eats again.

#love #of #romance #art #him #romantic #*** #writing #free #**** #nothing #never #gone #forever #anarchy #freeform #dear #present #difficult #form #spectacular #journal #bf #stream #consciousness #streamofconsciousness #diary #****** #trouble #ever #troubles #artist #parents #nihilism #spokenword #kitchen #difficulty #gift #loves #presence #gifts #vegan #vegetarian #nothingness #thumbs #bake #gf #presents #martinnarrod #musedandamused #spectacle #vegetables #tepid #hopelessromantic #romanticism #deardiary #narrod #martin #hopelessromance #tragicromance #tragicromantic #cupcakes #vegetarianism #veganism #vegans #baking #longterm #longlove #longgone #tub #bathtub #backoff #girlfriendpoems #gfpoems #boyfriedpoems #chicagopoetsociety #chicagopoetrysociety #poetrymagazine #published #classicpoetry #writtenword #outloud #aloud #allowed #allowance #fuckthepolice #anarchist #erotc #eroticism #eroticpoetry

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