Clothing Poems - Poems about Clothing

...Innocent Lighting travels through my core, like a diving hawk to prey. Unwittingly, I let a breathy moan escape. To the glory of the heavens, my eyes roll up then close. The better to feel an......Read the rest...

...Busy time very frustrating watching my husband and ciro gargano go over the blue prints over and over again during the 1984 elections for lake county Daniel Furlan Bobby Thompson Ernest Fishe......Read the rest...

..."As furry as sheep’s clothing; It’s thick, fluffy, and profuse. As timid as a white woolly. I think it all fits you. The greener the pasture, The greener the opportunities await. But frien......Read the rest...

...The grim reaper casted his scythe The hurt was real from the slit The black smoke capped the dark of night There's not even a glow of light Then suddenly, in heaven's gate I stood up to m......Read the rest...

...Headphones cup his ears Like a sanctuary, a secret cave Here he can hide , he is safe Crouching behind the sofa He hears raised voices Muffled shouts, words become clubs His mother is cryi......Read the rest...

...I stand with a treasure map, no X to mark the spot. A scattering of clues, roadmaps of endless dots. Your name is on an envelope, surely that’s proof enough? But it’s faded, invisible ink, a......Read the rest...

...Lake county music company filled with slots carney folk real carny folk the little pete's illegal gambling road show throughout the Midwest gaming like your idol Frank Peter Balistreiri the ......Read the rest...

...Through somber days with sleepless night, Through howling winds with blistering bite I saw the weary man wandering by, a smile upon his face Through lighting cra......Read the rest...

...Asleep in the bottom drawer A place I now call home I hear a voice call my name "Sockie, Sockie" where are you I am here I seem to yell But my voice was muffled By rolls of clothing hell ......Read the rest...

...The fruit juice drips momentarily beneath the alter filling the crevices and corner, while the sound of impatient traffic rolls down the street honking horns and disrupting the peace. A strange sound......Read the rest...

...I worry that my coat will murder me. Hanging on Banister’s Edge it’s a man lurking, dark. I’ve seen rows of killers shadowed and waiting, hidden in the ridges of the living room radiator, ready......Read the rest...

...A women A shell of a body A chest held close Clothing hanging off them Holding to be the only thing they have The barrier they keep The barrier that keeps them walking Keeps them from looking ......Read the rest...

...Silly Sandee Stardust shuffled when she walked around the garden while she talked and talked. She said she preferred using her tiny feet because she enjoyed sniffing the sweet scent of red roses ......Read the rest...

...n icy chill descends on 13 Beaver Veil Cottage as sisters Ester and Ellie walk gingerly up the steps on this wet and windy night. This once charming pied-a-terre was now in a final phase denouement.......Read the rest...

...Dreams of My African King In the quiet hours of night, my African king visits me. His presence, both vivid and elusive, dances across the tapestry of my dreams. We spar—our voices colliding over t......Read the rest...