Best Shirts Poems
That day by the lake,
tattered jeans and old t-shirts,
my hand in your back pocket as we walked,
your thumb
hooked over the top of my waistband.
It was hot,
...damned hot.
You tilted your hat at a silly angle and laughed,
I looked over and thought
'Hot,
...damned hot'
Smiles exchanged and then a kiss,
I think I melted inside.
We took turns walking backwards
holding both hands
drinking in the sight of each other.
Of course we fell,
you to the floor
and me...
completely in love.
Making a frame with my hands,
a captured moment,
'smile for the camera'
and what a smile it was.
Sitting together in the long grass,
both our hats at silly angles,
you made a frame in front of us,
as I kissed your cheek,
and captured a memory.
Images stored safely in my jeans pocket,
not the one with the hole,
that day by the lake...
it was perfect.
Only now I realise
one camera never worked.
The image of you, still vibrant
as that day,
but the one of us
you made with your hands
faded to barely a whisper.
That day by the lake
we both fell...
but only one fell in love.
Categories:
shirts, lost love, love, nostalgiaday,
Form:
Narrative
Hot was the room that she sweated a lot,
as the maid tired,
ironing
white shirts
for
her
master
who wanted
to be dandy
when he toyed with the ladies at the ball.
17 November 2020
Double Tetractys 6 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
Picture No 2
Placed 1
Categories:
shirts, work,
Form:
Tetractys
Going through a closet,
I was quite surprised to find
Several shopping bags of t-shirts
That my son had left behind.
While looking at them, one by one,
I realized they portrayed
His entire growing up, through college,
Starting in first grade.
The school shirts featured P.S. 6,
Then Wagner Junior High,
With a special few from Stuyvesant,
Where high school years flew by.
Another group had characters
From movies or TV –
Pee Wee Herman, Austin Powers
And the Simpsons’ family tree.
There was Beavis, there was Butthead
And the South Park kids, as well
As World Series shirts and Yankees;
(We’re New Yorkers, you can tell).
Favor shirts from his Bar Mitzvah
Nestled near the travel trove –
Shirts from Scotland and from Israel,
Plus some places where we drove.
Then the final category,
From his favorite billiards hall,
Where the hours spent resulted
In those plaques upon his wall.
As a grown-up and a parent,
His collection’s surely grown,
But I love these sweet reminders
Of his younger self I’ve known.
Categories:
shirts, nostalgia, son,
Form:
Rhyme
She cannot thread a needle
or sew a fancy shirt
Her fingers know not gardens
or digging in the dirt
But she listens to me patiently
asks about my day
Perhaps our home looks lived-in
~ I like it just that way
Categories:
shirts, home, husband, love, wife,
Form:
Rhyme
In my shirts your touch
In my tea your moonlit shade
In my boat your rhythmic swing
Since you left this house
All blue-green leaves have wilted
Smoke irritates my lone lungs
I first tried the books
Your intense eyes on each page
On bedsheets your brown hairclip
I look for warm breath
All in vain it's just a void
Emptiness crushing my ribs
Do you know the truth
In my heart for you there is
In your mind for me there is
A thing we call love
A rivulet of champagne
The flow of which never ends
In half-bloomed starlight
Where the fireflies share their tales
Where fall toop toop dews from night
I ask them of you
Have my diamond gone to morgue
To enrich my depressed dream
Categories:
shirts, heartbreak, miss you,
Form:
Sedoka
Black band t shirts
And faded blue jeans
Combined to clothed creativity
In a child who silently screams
Isolated and introverted youth
Cynicism constantly growing
Dark moments and blue bruises
Covered by the logo showing
Mind numbing frailties
and paralyzing self-doubt
His world is ten feet of shadow
His idols help him speak out
Vicariously living through artists
Empowered by lyrics of truth
Clenching expeditiously to music
Blasting headphones wipe out his youth
Chaotic reality, psychotic dreaming,
Numbed by bottles over the years
A passionate poet sleeps within him
Blank pages are the ears of his peers
Yet the ears of society are his target
An abundance of epic collections
He will not leave every pondered piece
Only the greatest of his finest selections
To be treasured or trashed?
Is his struggle shared by the masses?
Will his words synchronize his generation
Or become a mere fad which passes?
Questions to be answered by the future
Yet his idols have taught him to dream
For if not today, tomorrow will bear,
Children of band t shirts and blue jeans
Categories:
shirts, inspirational, teenblue, blue,
Form:
Rhyme
it was a day after the rain
but we didn't care
bought two packs of beer
the smell of the boat
as the engine let off smoke
the first turn of the key
would bring us to our beach
a few cans pushed back
we could only laugh
my best friend and I
with t-shirts and bikinis
we were the sight to see
the girls would arrive
with her by my side
wild looks in our eyes
an older man's thrill
better than his pills
a show, we were stars
at the local bar
and as the boat rocked
we never stayed docked
as we cruised down the river side.
Categories:
shirts, adventure, friendship, growing up,
Form:
Lyric
In round collars,
O-shirts,
Not T-shirts!
Categories:
shirts, creation, humor,
Form:
Light Verse
Pretty young lady using
t-shirt written UGLY PRO,
is at risk of kidnapping ...
Bearing Man T-Shirt
with target drawing and writing
SHOOTING, is at risk of
be targeted ...
Who wears a shirt
portrait of UNCLE SAM, run
risk of being summoned by
american army for
being a volunteer soldier in Iraq ...
That was in other times ...
Categories:
shirts, allegory, allusion, appreciation, funny,
Form:
Limerick
It is if she had wrote the narrative to my life.
A foolish man she made me: me thinking
that I could exist until then< the day
we meet and have the right words to put
our future into perspective. "Might the nights of
Lovers make me her's". Than might the need of
my selfishness makest me her's" What a fool I've been!
Each idea a failure, I ajusted to her needs in full
compliance to have been meet with her resistance
and stubborn meaniest. She beleived she was
mannish and womanish to
the conveesity of right: I found her wrong
and those who desired a measure of revenge might
seek her company to spawn. A disbelief in fairness and a concern for
troubling a catalyst for value, aruthless of competitive behavior.
a concern for cultural readiness. Samples of a world
against the desire to marry.Love feeds my hunger
might I thirst to have
the waters of your need for me
satisfy my dry mouth.
She spoke of her want to learn music, as a Lady she wished
to began piano lessons, a concerted jesture. Thus she'd had
only time if the oppurtunity allowed and finacing from her Mister was allowed.
That made right for conversation, she'd ask him for
the money to begann her lessons.
He cited her expression as tenure and want: maybe a need to fit-in.
Maybe an urgency oror a collective restored mention, might
allow a thought of music. A tune or two.
Might you
find in your busy world to love me!She wanted the music more than she beleived and thus months later she was both
musicailly trained and pregant.Have I loved thee? He would ask her: have we then been perfections of our happiness.
Categories:
shirts, engagement, music, words,
Form:
Ballad
though we taste the mist upon our lips,
our sleep is more the restless,
as beauty escapes rhythm and fury.
Categories:
shirts, angst
Form:
Free verse
Looking back
curiously acquiescent
in 4th floor chaos
Looking through these
dresser drawers of
sleepy underclothing
Retrospective shirts
and tiresome socks,
these sheaths of self
more coincidental
than designed
Everything ajar,
windows, doors
my dresser drawers
Clues left coyly
in my path
by boorish poltergeists
Half absent,
I impassively apprise their
surreptitious ways,
their secret jokes
on my reclusion
Categories:
shirts, absence, loneliness, lonely, me,
Form:
Free verse
I love Paul Merton
I just wish he'd keep his shirt on....
Stop flexing his pecs
In front of Ant n Dec,
Even Vladimir Putin shows more respect
To the long suffering viewer;
Paul:- climb out of the sewer,
Resist the urge to flash
Your naked rippling torso
You're rightly famous cos you're so
Frivolous and witty
It would be a real pity
If your elegant urbanity
Was eclipsed by this inanity,
The soul of wit is brevity
So confine yourself to levity
And keep that sex god bod, son
Securely wrapped in cotton -
Think of all the panel shows you've got on
Whilst staying fully clothed
In doublet and hose,
The paps dont need to see your nipples
It just creates unnecessary ripples
In the light entertainment pond
You are never going to star as Bond!
Stick to your faintly surrealistic reflections
On whether Cumberpatch keeps Capons,
And for pity's sake Merton
Just keep your blooming shirt on!
Categories:
shirts, appreciation, humorous, men, social,
Form:
Light Verse
Humble stone was intolerably warm,
That ice block was numbing cold,
Those nails were pining to pierce,
The poisonous worms and snakes in jungle,
Were ready to sink in their stocks,
I was to sit,squat,walkand run in these environs,
I squirmed to think,
What would have happened if,
We as a civilization,
Not invented our present avatar,
Below the waist garments,
Admirably represented by trousers,
In fact the day we developed awareness,
Of our crotches and what is contained therein,
We came to grab something to hide,
That we can now tailor and more,
Shows that we have not only leaped,
A mile in physical security,
But also developed abashed ness with abundant clarity.
Categories:
shirts,
Form:
Free verse
In response to an Internet company and its plans to market T shirts featuring an inhumane human being.
Come gather round people, come gather round more
Come buy your T shirt, with its tale of the moor
Come buy your T shirt and wear it with pride
A. T shirt, full of history, when five children died
Come wear your Myra, then come round my home
I will show you the horrors, that will make you atone
Come wear your Myra, then come to our towney
We will show you how we feel about Lesley Ann Downey
Come wear your Myra, come make our hearts bleed
We will show you how we feel, about poor Pauline Reade
Come show your T shirt, if you like your roulette
We will show you our feelings, on poor Keith Bennett
Come pose in your Myra, while we are at six's and sevens
We will show you our feelings, on poor Edward Evans
Come show your Myra and stand by our side
We will show you our thoughts, on poor John Kilbride
Come show us your Myra, come knock on our door
We will take you for a ride up on Saddleworth moor
Categories:
shirts, anger,
Form:
Rhyme