Bedspread Poems - Poems about Bedspread

...If my being is not born from words, What am I, in the vast anonymity? Not a sculptor of poems with the chisel of language, Nor a painter stirring the carousel of colors. If scars do not define me......Read the rest...

...The first king size bed was fashioned nearly two-thousand years ago, Not by Thomasville, Broyhill or Bassett, producers that we all know. There was no pillow-top mattress made by Sealy or Simmo......Read the rest...

...Date. August 2023 Damian turned 22 and Moved from his family's estate Into his own duplex apartment, 5 bedrooms. One master bedroom and 1 and a half bathrooms. Down town West Virginia.......Read the rest...

...Another shift ends. I'm dead on my feet. Too shagged to even eat. The word leads (inevitably) to you... I slipped the timesheets from work today. Another incident occurred... Sweetie, please be ......Read the rest...

...A Candlewick bedspread, it must be Blackpool or Paris. A towering sadness, for she is lost between the waves of there and now. Moonlight above the 'Golden Coral', Wednesday is half-price fo......Read the rest...

...Autumn in splendor, weaves yellow, gold, red thread, Into a tapestry of colors, bedspread. But, how does the Fall compare to Spring's delight, When blossoms bloom, and green buds renewed, burst br......Read the rest...

...Millie our three-year-old With tears that rolled Down her pink little cheeks As she looks around and peeks Under her dolls bed And under its bedspread. I went out to see what was wrong,......Read the rest...

...I saw my stiff body lying in a coffin, Devils and ghosts-like frills did my heart got soften; The lid shut; I'm breathless; Was this why I am dead? The linen within did not look like my bedspread.......Read the rest...

...Someone once told me, Crying is acknowledging the dead. Normally I’d agree, but as I lie on my bedspread, Thinking about who knows what, I realize I’m not dead. I cry all the while being alive.......Read the rest...

... My bed is a vintage and very old I adore the swirled black metal nice to behold so delicate each created petal I inherited it from grandma long ago and can never let it go The mattress......Read the rest...

...My home sweet home be, by a salt water taffy sea Where I dream dreamy dreams of whipped creams, From a pillow of marshmallow on a bed of Jell-O Under a bedspread of gingerbread, iced in red, My d......Read the rest...

...Lives of saints had thrilled me, like suspense-filled stories, Churches around, in litanies, sang their glories; Isn't to be one of them I was called in birth? How come, in life's course, crept in......Read the rest...

...Around artistic altar, Boys betray bedspread Courting candid challenge Dearly.......Read the rest...

...Here lies the poet, who had bored you the most, Keeping you awake, he did his wisdom boast; Do not think, he has gone away, as he's dead, His unwritten verses are in your bedspread... 25 Apri......Read the rest...

...In the house it is dry and warm, but in the fields snowflakes fall and form. The winter air, wet and cold, on cotton stalks they find a hold. They play together, white on black, clinging in a pile ......Read the rest...