The Vacuum Cleaner Poem

It s national poetry month and with inspiration as close as our own vacuum labs we wondered how many other poets.

The vacuum cleaner poem. Grinning into the floor maybe at my. A big list of vacuum cleaner jokes. Went into that vacuum cleaner and i can t bear. The vacuum cleaner sulks in the corner closet its bag limp as a stopped lung its mouth.

51 of them in fact. A poem of progress though swinburne may sing like a siren and tennyson trill like a thrush though bachelors rave about byron and girls over longfellow gush no epic that critics can write of supplies a delight that is keener than that which i daily obtain from the sight of a vacuum cleaner. I ve lived this way long enough but when my old woman died her soul. The poem itself has many examples of personification all throughout the stanzas suggesting that the speaker highly connects the vacuum to his wife and her demise as well as to his ordeal after losing her.

Grinning into the floor maybe at my. Sourced from reddit twitter and beyond. I ve lived this way long enough but when my old woman died her soul went into. The vacuum cleaner sulks in the corner closet its bag limp as a stopped lung its mouth grinning into the floor maybe at my slovenly life my dog dead youth.

Slovenly life my dog dead youth. To see the bag swell like a belly eating the dust. The poem itself has many examples of personification all throughout the stanzas suggesting that the speaker highly connects the vacuum to his wife and her demise as well as to his ordeal after losing her. So begins the poem the vacuum cleaner s revenge by patricia hubbell.

A vacuum cleaner is never broken. While lovers of music assemble each night at the opera house to shudder to thrill. The vacuum by howard nemerov. The vacuum cleaner sulks in the closet line 2 because there is old filth everywhere she used to crawl in the corner and under.

The vacuum cleaner sulks in the closet line 2 because there is old filth everywhere she used to crawl in the corner and under. The house is so quiet now the vacuum cleaner sulks in the corner closet its bag limp as a stopped lung its mouth grinning into the floor maybe at my slovenly life my dog dead youth. I ve lived this way long enough but when my old woman died her soul went into that vacuum cleaner and i can t bear. More poems by howard nemerov.

I ve lived this way long enough but when my old woman died her soul went into that vacuum cleaner and i can t bear to see the bag swell like a belly eating the dust. The vacuum by howard nemerov the house is so quiet now the vacuum cleaner sulks in the corner closet its bag limp as a stopped lung its mouth grinning into the floor maybe at my slovenly life my dog dead youth. By howard nemerov. The vacuum cleaner sulks in the corner closet its bag limp as a stopped lung its mouth.