"dettol" poems - Hello Poetry

‘You’re so wet for me baby’ they say ‘You’re not saying no’ Rinse repeat It hurts I say ‘That’s normal ‘ It is what it is what it is what it is My words stop ‘You’re so quiet’ they say If I unzip my abused vocal chords I won’t be able to stop the noise Keening screaming bursting like a dam It’ll fill up my head My ******* bone marrow Where do I begin and where do you end flush against me I am good at being quiet I am good at being small I am good at being needed I am good at pleasing others I am good at saying yes when I mean; Stop Get me out You are choking me I can’t breathe There is blood on my teeth On my hands I held you after you assaulted me for the first time and you told me about what was plaguing your mind So I comfort you Rinse repeat Tell you I’ve got you through gritted teeth Is that so bad is that so bad I am needed so why is it so ******* bad You fill my lungs acrid and burning Inhale exhale Inhale exhale Wd and vcka coat your lips like a gaudy lipgloss Wash away the taste of you Clean my teeth with dettol Empty my veins clean the dirt and grime away Trying to forget the way you coat my teeth Your mouth is so good baby’ you say It is bad honey and expired milk It is not being touched since It is not sleeping It is wanting to be held but being terrified of the thought To be held is to be vulnerable Split me open Look inside

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Apr 25, 2023

Apr 25, 2023 at 8:45 AM UTC

Atticus

ON ****** ASSAULT

‘You’re so wet for me baby’ they say ‘You’re not saying no’ Rinse repeat It hurts I say ‘That’s normal ‘ It is what it is what it is what it is My words stop ‘You’re so quiet’ they say If I unzip my abused vocal chords I won’t be able to stop the noise Keening screaming bursting like a dam It’ll fill up my head My ******* bone marrow Where do I begin and where do you end flush against me I am good at being quiet I am good at being small I am good at being needed I am good at pleasing others I am good at saying yes when I mean; Stop Get me out You are choking me I can’t breathe There is blood on my teeth On my hands I held you after you assaulted me for the first time and you told me about what was plaguing your mind So I comfort you Rinse repeat Tell you I’ve got you through gritted teeth Is that so bad is that so bad I am needed so why is it so ******* bad You fill my lungs acrid and burning Inhale exhale Inhale exhale Wd and vcka coat your lips like a gaudy lipgloss Wash away the taste of you Clean my teeth with dettol Empty my veins clean the dirt and grime away Trying to forget the way you coat my teeth Your mouth is so good baby’ you say It is bad honey and expired milk It is not being touched since It is not sleeping It is wanting to be held but being terrified of the thought To be held is to be vulnerable Split me open Look inside

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where is that Dettol cream to soothe these burns tearing up my fragile skin can’t handle these children in conversations, at the dinner table, like Pinot Noir a stain on the embroidery, what has happened to the Panadol on the twelfth shelf of the walk in pantry we’re all going to throw a ***** it’s all plasters, plastercine playdough, dresses with cheap cliché’ commercial slogans - such a numb drum melody, the top shelf of every pantry is a ***** might as well lend a little helping hand, sponsor a child charity

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Oct 27, 2013

Oct 27, 2013 at 2:59 PM UTC

shoki

superficial

where is that Dettol cream to soothe these burns tearing up my fragile skin can’t handle these children in conversations, at the dinner table, like Pinot Noir a stain on the embroidery, what has happened to the Panadol on the twelfth shelf of the walk in pantry we’re all going to throw a ***** it’s all plasters, plastercine playdough, dresses with cheap cliché’ commercial slogans - such a numb drum melody, the top shelf of every pantry is a ***** might as well lend a little helping hand, sponsor a child charity

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over the last week i realised how many girls don't even eat their lunches in the bathroom stalls but sit and let the pipes keep them company because food and empty stomachs built on empty hearts never got along but i found comfort in the soft sighs of the girl sitting in the next stall tapping her foot along to nothing in particular it scared me to chew too loudly on my food so i'd wait until someone flushed a toilet or laughed really loudly because they didn’t need to know i favoured bathrooms to the loud silence of high school kids i didn't particularly love the smell of dettol, the beige walls or the idea that someday my recollection of high school would consist of just that but to all the kids who destroyed my resolve lied to me and told me i was translucent; i want to tell you that i like the sound of creaking pipes better than the venom your sharp tongues spit and i am so glad to say that you are only a marker of a discovery that there is so much more to this campus so trust me when i say when i’m old and wrinkled, a shell of who i used to be i won’t think of you

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Mar 9, 2018

Mar 9, 2018 at 12:56 PM UTC

farah221

dettol and beige walls

over the last week i realised how many girls don't even eat their lunches in the bathroom stalls but sit and let the pipes keep them company because food and empty stomachs built on empty hearts never got along but i found comfort in the soft sighs of the girl sitting in the next stall tapping her foot along to nothing in particular it scared me to chew too loudly on my food so i'd wait until someone flushed a toilet or laughed really loudly because they didn’t need to know i favoured bathrooms to the loud silence of high school kids i didn't particularly love the smell of dettol, the beige walls or the idea that someday my recollection of high school would consist of just that but to all the kids who destroyed my resolve lied to me and told me i was translucent; i want to tell you that i like the sound of creaking pipes better than the venom your sharp tongues spit and i am so glad to say that you are only a marker of a discovery that there is so much more to this campus so trust me when i say when i’m old and wrinkled, a shell of who i used to be i won’t think of you

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It was all faintly lit gloom where her silhouette wouldn't betray if she was sleeping or awake amid the thick smell of disinfectant the world debarred from the room. I trust not one of you, she would say, *moving germs, a tribe of dirt, that's what all of you are*. Countless times she would dress and undress drenching herself with dettol changed linen time and again and her only pursuit of happiness was denying even the closest an access to evade disease only she knew. Others would find in her a diseased mind. When she died men were hired to burn her and the celsius ensured she had a germ free passage to the next world.

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Nov 7, 2017

Nov 7, 2017 at 9:13 AM UTC

pradip-chattopadhyay

Miss High Gene

It was all faintly lit gloom where her silhouette wouldn't betray if she was sleeping or awake amid the thick smell of disinfectant the world debarred from the room. I trust not one of you, she would say, *moving germs, a tribe of dirt, that's what all of you are*. Countless times she would dress and undress drenching herself with dettol changed linen time and again and her only pursuit of happiness was denying even the closest an access to evade disease only she knew. Others would find in her a diseased mind. When she died men were hired to burn her and the celsius ensured she had a germ free passage to the next world.

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The smell of dettol permeates way down the street even as I approach the clinic in terror death stalks every step and my pulse races with the knowledge of impending doom. Try as I might, to stay calm and in control, bugs don't think- they eat their fill first and talk with high temperatures and tantrums coughs and splutters chills and tingles and tantrums, probably knowing that murderous pills on their way. dettol has a distinct sensation, it matches sterile spongy clean sop and maternity wards yet I know if you smelt dettol in the deep woods you would question every dark spot on a leaf the bark the tree! the wind and the root. That's how it got associated with death. I could never overcome that smell at times it felt safe, at other times it felt like alarm bells were ringing of an approaching enemy facing a firing squad. How could they fire us to the next world with a smell? But that's what it always felt like. But today I need to get my flu sorted out. Dettol wont do the killing fields any good. Its hard to have a love/hate relationship with a smell. Dettol and Women! They are alike! That's it. Yeah. Author Notes Optional © Marshall Gass. All rights reserved, 2 months ago - See more at: http://allpoetry.com/poem/11613999-dettol-by-Marshall-Gass-noguest#sthash.J5CFBwXf.dpuf

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Oct 17, 2014

Oct 17, 2014 at 6:56 PM UTC

marshall-gass

dettol

The smell of dettol permeates way down the street even as I approach the clinic in terror death stalks every step and my pulse races with the knowledge of impending doom. Try as I might, to stay calm and in control, bugs don't think- they eat their fill first and talk with high temperatures and tantrums coughs and splutters chills and tingles and tantrums, probably knowing that murderous pills on their way. dettol has a distinct sensation, it matches sterile spongy clean sop and maternity wards yet I know if you smelt dettol in the deep woods you would question every dark spot on a leaf the bark the tree! the wind and the root. That's how it got associated with death. I could never overcome that smell at times it felt safe, at other times it felt like alarm bells were ringing of an approaching enemy facing a firing squad. How could they fire us to the next world with a smell? But that's what it always felt like. But today I need to get my flu sorted out. Dettol wont do the killing fields any good. Its hard to have a love/hate relationship with a smell. Dettol and Women! They are alike! That's it. Yeah. Author Notes Optional © Marshall Gass. All rights reserved, 2 months ago - See more at: http://allpoetry.com/poem/11613999-dettol-by-Marshall-Gass-noguest#sthash.J5CFBwXf.dpuf

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It barely makes it bearable but bearable none the less I only ever enjoyed you when we were in a mess Needles on the draining board and dettol on your wrist Meals before fainting slow empty bottles ****** Rolled up receipts to unroll We're gonna need that dough Amyl Nitrite. Woah!! Orange stars and speckled doves Tongues and lips and hands and legs and hips all pushing, grinding, grabbing trying to find a way inside you Resonate when well oiled Lucy was in the sky and I was in the palm of your hand, pixilated Pipes, knives and bee hives for the honey in your tea Crack on the pavement till we were like rag dolls Bundles of flesh and bone with icky like indecision rummaging through drawers, ashtrays, pockets and old school bags to try to find something to keep the buzz alive and the birds at bay but more importantly to avoid sobriety with you I think it's time to leave I'll die for my love for you But as for you my dear I'll see you next week when I pick up my things

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Sep 10, 2013

Sep 10, 2013 at 12:32 PM UTC

BernardoSoares

Birds at Bay

It barely makes it bearable but bearable none the less I only ever enjoyed you when we were in a mess Needles on the draining board and dettol on your wrist Meals before fainting slow empty bottles ****** Rolled up receipts to unroll We're gonna need that dough Amyl Nitrite. Woah!! Orange stars and speckled doves Tongues and lips and hands and legs and hips all pushing, grinding, grabbing trying to find a way inside you Resonate when well oiled Lucy was in the sky and I was in the palm of your hand, pixilated Pipes, knives and bee hives for the honey in your tea Crack on the pavement till we were like rag dolls Bundles of flesh and bone with icky like indecision rummaging through drawers, ashtrays, pockets and old school bags to try to find something to keep the buzz alive and the birds at bay but more importantly to avoid sobriety with you I think it's time to leave I'll die for my love for you But as for you my dear I'll see you next week when I pick up my things

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There there my dear, it's only a scratch, another one for the collection. Antiseptic wipe; Dettol 99.9% by the way. Indignancy felt but ushered into a comfortable seat with nice back support and leather upholstery. Tomato Ketchup. "This is just wrong, this will not stand!!" A deafening barely audible roar. Look there is a fly banging its head against a glass window. He repeats the action over and over. A spark flies and it blinds. Sweet immersion. Embrace. Warmth. Comfort. A bubble. Suspension. The gaze into a lover's eyes....post ****** of course! Cinema ticket stubs, bloated belly, extra butter. The cold walk home. Sorry, I have none on me or I left mine inside or look away. Discrepency and some thing dis jointed. Lack of understanding. Inward spirals. HellNoweWontgO, away they went in disgruntled silence. Not a stain nor a mark on the beautiful tree lined streets.

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Mar 22, 2012

Mar 22, 2012 at 11:00 AM UTC

graham-nolan

Now Now.

There there my dear, it's only a scratch, another one for the collection. Antiseptic wipe; Dettol 99.9% by the way. Indignancy felt but ushered into a comfortable seat with nice back support and leather upholstery. Tomato Ketchup. "This is just wrong, this will not stand!!" A deafening barely audible roar. Look there is a fly banging its head against a glass window. He repeats the action over and over. A spark flies and it blinds. Sweet immersion. Embrace. Warmth. Comfort. A bubble. Suspension. The gaze into a lover's eyes....post ****** of course! Cinema ticket stubs, bloated belly, extra butter. The cold walk home. Sorry, I have none on me or I left mine inside or look away. Discrepency and some thing dis jointed. Lack of understanding. Inward spirals. HellNoweWontgO, away they went in disgruntled silence. Not a stain nor a mark on the beautiful tree lined streets.

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did I live in that place? was there a time when we were joined? in that photo in my mind you are caught in motion you, straining towards me, arms outstretched, a cypress, leaning, waiting did my heart ever throb to the staircase of your laugh? in that place we have abandoned our children never hear the sound of their laughter echo up the hall their feet never tamp the grass down in that garden we had planned, where now the lilies lie, lush in some places, stark in others no-one lives here now, in this place, overrun with hospital smells of Dettol and creaking floorboards “I’m sorry to have come here,” I tell my lagging shadow the broken sky lets go and finally cries down on this long-abandoned place Bonaventure Saptel

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Jun 19, 2014

Jun 19, 2014 at 11:35 AM UTC

bonaventure-saptel

Dirge

did I live in that place? was there a time when we were joined? in that photo in my mind you are caught in motion you, straining towards me, arms outstretched, a cypress, leaning, waiting did my heart ever throb to the staircase of your laugh? in that place we have abandoned our children never hear the sound of their laughter echo up the hall their feet never tamp the grass down in that garden we had planned, where now the lilies lie, lush in some places, stark in others no-one lives here now, in this place, overrun with hospital smells of Dettol and creaking floorboards “I’m sorry to have come here,” I tell my lagging shadow the broken sky lets go and finally cries down on this long-abandoned place Bonaventure Saptel

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In the car you felt awkward with bobbed veiled eyes, squished in, a neighbour insisted lift. Their Language was Course Throaty chiming with gold. You had rationed bread then, it was women’s only and when one was touched askew, they took her away from there. That time of servitude, 5am Dettol, peeling skin, when your man would be home waiting to kiss them Better. You were glowing and not alone. You lent me a book, frayed edges with bi-carb knowledge & I was surprised that it worked, as I didn’t know much. A cache of pyramid pictures, Wet mirrored smiles as they looked down upon us, with the man reflected gone but kindly enough. Dragging your feet, talk time for hours, when your upward chin would float above your throbbing knees, no grievances at all. Decibels rose like the formidable stone wall that was still protecting you, and the laughter you brought to me was… thank you. My practice called and so I beckoned, but you whispered to me somewhere - with a single guidance, to come back. A sunny day, a set of white teeth, was all you could see, morphine soaked back against green struck trees. Naïve glass between you and I, a rose card with plush material on the front, it was the most expensive one. Blame that left me misaligned against a rail, peeking through the parts that felt, coldly wrong. Licked and waiting, useless, I didn’t know how to release your generous sentient from mine. Graceful and soft without life's judgement, it has locked within me and remains, like a warm forgiving light.

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Aug 11, 2016

Aug 11, 2016 at 5:33 PM UTC

S-M

For Lillian

In the car you felt awkward with bobbed veiled eyes, squished in, a neighbour insisted lift. Their Language was Course Throaty chiming with gold. You had rationed bread then, it was women’s only and when one was touched askew, they took her away from there. That time of servitude, 5am Dettol, peeling skin, when your man would be home waiting to kiss them Better. You were glowing and not alone. You lent me a book, frayed edges with bi-carb knowledge & I was surprised that it worked, as I didn’t know much. A cache of pyramid pictures, Wet mirrored smiles as they looked down upon us, with the man reflected gone but kindly enough. Dragging your feet, talk time for hours, when your upward chin would float above your throbbing knees, no grievances at all. Decibels rose like the formidable stone wall that was still protecting you, and the laughter you brought to me was… thank you. My practice called and so I beckoned, but you whispered to me somewhere - with a single guidance, to come back. A sunny day, a set of white teeth, was all you could see, morphine soaked back against green struck trees. Naïve glass between you and I, a rose card with plush material on the front, it was the most expensive one. Blame that left me misaligned against a rail, peeking through the parts that felt, coldly wrong. Licked and waiting, useless, I didn’t know how to release your generous sentient from mine. Graceful and soft without life's judgement, it has locked within me and remains, like a warm forgiving light.

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For my birthday he gifted me: Several packets of salt to gargle my throat, Rolls of tissue paper, Vitamin C tablets Sanitizers, Masks and dettol sprays. I love you tons and tons, Be safe for me. 16/3/2020

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Mar 16, 2020

Mar 16, 2020 at 3:28 AM UTC

salmabanu-hatim

Happy Birthday

For my birthday he gifted me: Several packets of salt to gargle my throat, Rolls of tissue paper, Vitamin C tablets Sanitizers, Masks and dettol sprays. I love you tons and tons, Be safe for me. 16/3/2020

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I'm Covid safe, when I ********** I use a Dettol Wet wipe, kills 99.6% cheese... And 99.99% Covid stay safe you wankers...

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Sep 13, 2020

Sep 13, 2020 at 3:46 PM UTC

poetic-t

Covid ************

I'm Covid safe, when I ********** I use a Dettol Wet wipe, kills 99.6% cheese... And 99.99% Covid stay safe you wankers...

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Dettol mould and mildew

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May 18, 2017

May 18, 2017 at 10:20 AM UTC

mark-lacey

Shopping list or change of scenery?

Dettol mould and mildew

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Words - they flow and they ebb, they reverberate eternally in this brain chamber of mine. They echo, they roll, they slide, they rhyme and most of the time they're nonsensical like these lines. They're twisted and convoluted, Ominous and auspicious. Silly and simple. Rhythmic and staccato. They certainly have a life of their own. One moment they're infused with scents of vanilla , The next moment it's dettol mixed with ***** of a gorilla. Sometimes they'll roll sweetly like cinnamon and baked apple pies. Other times they'll dangle daintly like merrigolds and ponsiettas. Then there are moments when they will leave me awake with the ultimate conundrum like am I charmed or beguiled? What can I say? A hodgepodge of words praying to be thought of; unforgot. They sing me to sleep like a sweetly sung lullaby .

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Jan 2, 2022

Jan 2, 2022 at 3:11 AM UTC

lorna-lornelia

The collector of words

Words - they flow and they ebb, they reverberate eternally in this brain chamber of mine. They echo, they roll, they slide, they rhyme and most of the time they're nonsensical like these lines. They're twisted and convoluted, Ominous and auspicious. Silly and simple. Rhythmic and staccato. They certainly have a life of their own. One moment they're infused with scents of vanilla , The next moment it's dettol mixed with ***** of a gorilla. Sometimes they'll roll sweetly like cinnamon and baked apple pies. Other times they'll dangle daintly like merrigolds and ponsiettas. Then there are moments when they will leave me awake with the ultimate conundrum like am I charmed or beguiled? What can I say? A hodgepodge of words praying to be thought of; unforgot. They sing me to sleep like a sweetly sung lullaby .

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