Best Leather Poems
Leather jacket draped over her shoulders
My feeble attempt at gallantry
Protecting sweet maiden from the cold
A small smile spreads over her face
My feeble attempt at gallantry
Still I longed for the rain to reveal her breasts
A small smile spreads over her face
The rain would have soaked her blouse
Still I longed for the rain to reveal her breasts
The fabric clinging to those lovely curves
The rain would have soaked her blouse
We ran together my hand around her waist
The fabric clinging to those lovely curves
I could feel her softness my heart pounding
We ran together my hand around her waist
Coming to rest under an old oak tree
I could feel her softness my heart pounding
She allowed my hands to explore
Coming to rest under an old oak tree
Lips joined as my jacket fell to the ground
She allowed my hands to explore
My feeble attempt at Gallantry
Created the moment that brought me here
A small smile spreads over her face
I broke the Pantoum form with the very last line but
I prefer it this way. Besides, my hands were already engaged.
Leather Jacket on Shoulders Contest
A faded leather notebook filled with lines he'd never read
Was never far away from where he slept
The book that she had written since her love was but a seed
A book so full of her he always wept
She never let him read it and he teased her every day
But now he held her poems as he missed her every way
Each page is filled with all her hopes her love and yes her dreams
Each verse is filled with him in every line
His life is now an ancient suit that's split in all the seams
Each day another step on his decline
She was the only reason that he woke up every day
The woman that he loves and now he misses every way
He tried to read the sonnets that his son said were so sweet
But never could he read beyond the first
For all the lines were tortures his endurance could not meet
With every word he thought his heart had burst
She had written in the notebook at the end of every day
And her poems are the loving that he craves in every way
And now the leather notebook lies there clasped in lifeless hands
He'll never read the verses of her heart
But his mourning son beside him has a soul that understands
His father never had the strength to start
He will treasure all the poems that were written every day
They're the story of his parents whom he loved in every way
You are as the lightning to the rod of my soul
You move through me in rumbling thunder and torrential rain
You are the cellular sea of my spirit and I can deny you nothing
Enter at will into my being but bring only kindness and light
Tread gently on the sole of me
..... for I am but leather and salt
Like the wild wet wilderness drips with dew and surging waters rip the shores of bucolic meadows so you moved me
Water rushing down the mountain gathering up minerals as it goes so my strength grows and my will surges
And I am a flood of fell and fire and hope
He is coming coming ever coming to me
in his white way and ever wear and tear
his hair is on my hands
and his heart pounds beneath my palm
he in my palm a sailor bold and wild and strong and he will know me and I will know him
Frost of nothing in the silent forest rests and sleeps
the joy of us in the same spaces
I under leaves and damp with snows blanket
under these lies
the thrill of us
in a cottage cabin by the lake
beneath your hand so possessive do I rise up to the morning light
and curl deep into your loving arms
The wind never even touches our boughs
our leaves
so bonded in warmth are we
And who is it this time?
who bares the shield of pain and loss and fear ?
it is you
not I!
Facing the mirror of truth
that email address sent waves through you
so intense the seismic machines in India just went off
no need to deny what I already know in my cells
you love with an intensity that puts my own feeling to shame
and you now know it
what you do with this
is to be seen
seen and seen again and again see me
…see me C me c me soon
or not...it will remain ...the same and immovable...a feast to last ten thousand lifetimes
Leather Jacket
Gym shoes, sipping a malt
Leather jacket, tight jeans.
She fell so helpless with him under the sheets.
His skin..total velvet-sweet.
Ah, those magenta hues~
From the hotel light flashing.
Cable cars bells ringing.
A night to remember, her
soul singing,
Total sexual splendor.
She'll forever remember~
Her....San Francisco.
Pamagiota Romios
2/28/2019
Blood started pumping
At the very thought
I saw it in the window
Was the first thing that I bought
Had been workin' part time
And I saved up all my cash
I really wanted something hot,
That had a little flash
And when I tried it on
Started shaking, couldn’t hack it
I could feel the slick seduction
Of my red leather jacket
It was fire engine red
Double snaps at the cuff
With the zipper slanted sideways
I was really hangin’ tough
And for many years to follow
When I dressed to impress
That jacket saw some action
Worn, but sexy none the less
Though now, it’s just a memory
I can still get a rush
Thinking bout’ that leather jacket
In it’s red hey day, full flush
3/5/18
I knew that he often stared at me…
in the cafeteria or on the crowded elevator
but his reflex was swift… or so he thought
each time he’d avert his eyes just as I'd raise mine
He’d decided he was no longer willing to keep this secret
Listening to his heart wildly beat whenever he saw her
He’d been hesitant to speak; unable to risk rejection
But on a cold wintry morning, attraction inspires
He vowed he’d find a moment when he could say something…
But what would he say? He felt hopeless.
Why doesn’t he say something? I wonder…
Can’t he feel the connection?
I know he stares at me and he thinks I’m unaware
Like just this morning on the crowded elevator
I could feel his eyes fixated upon my back
And that caused my heart to skip beats
As a matter of fact, I feel his eyes this moment…
Should I turn around and say, “Hi?”
Oh well…here comes the rain
My car’s parked up the street so I’ll have to run for it.
“Hi”, the voice spoke, “the rain’s not letting up, huh?”
A smile broke out before she looked up at him
“So it seems. And my umbrella’s locked in my car, up the street.”
“I’m Jason Stone…from Advertising”
“And I’m Emma Ward…Finance”
“Nice to meet you”…they chimed together, laughing
“Would you like to get some coffee next door?”
“Yes, I’d like that.”
Gently, he placed his warm leather jacket on my shoulders.
~*~
06/8/13
For the: "Leather Jacket on Shoulders" Contest
A mountain of shoes,
Tower the valley of clothes:
Holocaust landscape.
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Inspired by the Auschwitz Shoes
Leather jacket cloaked
upon shoulders worldly wise
together they lay
within the Pacific floor.
New Year gift to keep her dry.
© Harry J Horsman 2013
Second Hand Leather
Cocooned in love
The day was frightfully cold with snow softly falling. I was not prepared for this but
only for the warmth of sunshine. I stepped off the plane covered only in a sundress
and sandals. I began to shiver as I rushed for cover. My sister in laws would bring
comfort but little did I know just how much!
Welcomed with open arms I began to thaw and settle in a bit. This was going to be
a trip that would forever leave a print on my heart. We were going out for a special
dinner. You see it’s Christmas! She opened her closet and took out her very own
coat. This was the most beautiful coat I had ever seen.
This is when she handed it over to me and said, “Try it on darling –if it fits and you
like it –it’s yours”! I could not believe it as I knew it cost a lot of money and it was
just beyond beautiful. It was a Full Length Leather Coat with beautiful designs on it.
I had never had anything so wonderful given to me.
When I put it on it was magical. The fit was perfect and for me there was a
transformation. Somehow a feeling came over me like nothing ever before. I felt
special and could hardly wait to look in a mirror as I knew something changed inside
me forever at that moment. What was it, what had just happened?
I wore the coat and danced around in it when no one was watching like I was a
princess. I had this second hand coat for many years and always felt beautiful and
special when I put it on. It was the love that I was cocooned in. She cared enough
to give me her very own coat that she had bought for herself. I wore it until it was
tattered and someone said to me, “I would love that coat”. I took it off and passed
it on with the same love to cocoon that person.
Debbie
Knapp
Excited
when I got
up I slipped
into my jeans
pulled on my boots
and grabbed an apple for
each pocket in my jean jacket.
You watch as I drive up then
immediately start to ignore.
I climb the fence,
sit and take an apple
and start to toss it.
As a sentinel on guard nothing
escapes you.
Beauty in motion you come but then saunter your way closer.
You handsomely muscled beast,
this used to infuriate me
now I simply take a bite from the apple.
I have your attention,,,ahh come to me my charmer…
I take you to the stable and brush the muck and mire from your wooly coat,
then we start through the meadows.
The affection of the sun,
the beauty of the sky,
the fragrance of grass,
perfection.
I know where we’ll end up but indifferent how we get there so
you take the lead through the fields into the woods.
I watch because you are not above
trying to scrape me off on a tree.
We leave the woods and full out tear up the hill.
The thunder of your hooves, the sound of
your breath, the chunks of earth flying, can it get any better.
The jet thinks he will win this race but he doesn’t know you.
Both of us out of breath we slow. You so proud and arrogant,
the spirit of your mother alive and well.
At the stable I wipe you down and brush you. I love this time with you.
With your head you push me and I reach into my pocket
and produce the other apple. As I work in the stable and outside
you stay at my shoulder.
Tomorrow I will not be able to lift my tea pot,
tomorrow I will wince as I climb the stairs,
but today I smell like horses and leather,
the best perfume never made.
Mountains of leather,
Summit holocaust landscapes:
Valley of dead soles.
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Inspired by the piles of shoes
in the Auschwitz concentration camps
My Grandad wore his leather belt with pride
Lions head buckle he'd polish till it shone
Always said I could have it when he died
His death came and then I felt so alone .
During the D. Day landings on sword beach
Fellow soldier hit in German air raid
A place of safety he just could not reach
But grandad saw him and went to his aid.
After the war he sent Grandad a box
Inside was a belt and note which read
A lions courage and strength of an ox
If you hadn't helped me I'd have been dead.
I look at his belt and courage I see
Feeling honoured that he left it to me.
Written 25th September 2018.
The above verse is a fictional write.
A new sheriff in town named Shaw
Came to get rid of an outlaw
They would slap leather soon
Around the time of noon
Sheriff was faster on the draw!
5-3-2022
She shivers because of the extreme cold
It’s misting rain out of the sky today
She tries to be real strong and oh so bold
But she’s still shaking here in every way
The weather looks to be this way all day
We’ve been together all throughout the years
There are some times thunder heightens her fears
Moments like this brings us closer as one
Jacket’s on her shoulder as it endears
May the storm leave, not to make us undone
Russell Sivey
Contest: leather jacket on shoulders
Sponsor: Giorgio Veneto
6/3/2013
Just a man in a leather chair
Is what it seems I have become—
Who once had dreams and far-flung schemes
And danced lightly into the sun.
I used to mock all those old men
Who watched the things that could not be—
Not dreaming then with all my gall,
That what I saw would soon be me.
Oh, youth’s a fine and fragile thing
That sets us through all our paces—
But watch time’s hand and try to stand
Before wrinkles gouge your faces.
So ride the more that leather chair
And dream of times too soon gone by—
We go from toys to simple joys
And too late see how years do fly.
Yes, know this now before you go:
Watch not the shade drain from your hair—
Hew life on the edge of a knife
Like the man in the leather chair.