Best Sweatshirt Poems

two sneakers frayed  jeans sweatshirt with hood
thrown overnight on the floor
waiting lazily just  for 
another chance at glory
and story 
time fame...

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one day as a boy, I went down to the sea
clambered o'er rocks way out to the bluff
stopping to search in a tide pool for...

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Crisp ...
You lay like solemn ashes
'Neath glass ... spotless, sacred
Dried to bright hues ...
The shades of her lips in chill autumn air
(Winter, whisp'ring soft)
Edges crimped...

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When February feels like May
And skies are blue instead of gray,
We flock outdoors, but do not know
Which way our clothing needs to go.

Winter jacket? Much...

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Time slipped through my fingers

along with his worn out sweatshirt.

Hundred sunsets followed

the celebrations of my despair .

But not tonight      ...

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A thousand sunset nights
Dark shadows on the ground
Can't drown out the light
When you were around
Your voice from back then
Still whispers in my ear 
Girl, you...

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A few hot-orange embers burn low in the fire pit.
Morning has sprung, evident only
In the vague concrete illumination
	of an overcast sky.
Scattered twigs and last night's...

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If I were to tell you
Of a Saturday in May,
Of lying in bed as the sun came up
And brightened the room;

If I were to tell...

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I am a semi-hoarder; not quite there yet, but on my way
because I love having things sit around in piles.
Piles are a comfort to me.

If...

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Some people are bored.
I am not.
Some people live the same day every day.
I don’t.
Some people never change their opinions.
I do.
Some people have not picked up...

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I am the fence
I let her see my holes
We discuss them at length
And hers mine.

My chair at a slight angle;
Instead of my coffee sip,
A torch...

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In a little ultra Leftist bastion called Berkley
a congregation of American Libertarians came,
it was March 4th and proud patriots marched forth
in solidarity for America's freedoms,
celebrating...

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A seagull’s cry
Twilight fog deepening
A distant bell gong
The quiet rattle of chord against mast

A partial conversation soon lost
The skiff fading into shadow
A hot mug of...

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My shoes are glad to be here 
Because they are show offs.
With their crazy psychedelic colors
And their loud look-at-me designs.

My sweatshirt parades in the room
More...

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