Best Sweatshirt Poems
Two Sneakers Frayed Jeans Sweatshirt With Hoodtwo 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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Categories:
sweatshirt, life, youth,
Form:
Free verse
Ode To a Shrunken SweatshirtIt wasn't that she couldn't read
It was just instructions she failed to heed
For on the back was a washing label
100% fact, 0% fable
Perhaps she thought it was a lie
"Drip dry" "Drip dry" "Drip dry"
Before they were washed the fit was roomy
And I would say...
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Categories:
sweatshirt, funny
Form:
Rhyme
Life Is a Hooded SweatshirtI wear a sweatshirt because I feel hidden. Behind this sweatshirt that I wear is a symbol of me. I’m like a tree. I'm quiet I stand tall and proud. These pretty leave that I carry surround me in a leafy blanket. When my hood...
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Categories:
sweatshirt, life,
Form:
Free verse
Einsteins Big Gray Sweatshirtwhile most consider einstein to be one of the most
brilliant minds
to ever have graced our human history,
there is one rumor that needs to be dispelled
when considering the man’s
wardrobe---
there are those that say he wore the same brown suit
for the majority of his life & that
he...
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Categories:
sweatshirt, life,
Form:
Free verse
My All Time Favorite SweatshirtMy favorite sweatshirt was fluorescent orange
There was a cartoon rooster on it, Foghorn Leghorn
It was cuddly and comfy, I wore it a lot in seventh grade.
It cost me three dollars in 1964
My favorite shirt ever
I saved my own money to buy it
This was when I...
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Categories:
sweatshirt, nostalgia,
Form:
Free verse
waiting for my new sweatshirtSweatshirts are my favorite clothes
Warm and cuddly, comfy too
I have many as my husband knows
In red, pink, green, gray and blue
My husband has bought me a little gift
A Foghorn Leghorn orange sweatshirt
It will be my favorite if you get my drift
For the prime driver I...
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Categories:
sweatshirt, me,
Form:
Rhyme
InhaleWhen I inhale,
I still feel
a rush
I smell
The feeling:
It was more
than a crush
The touch
Was fleeting,
So why do I
Still want you
so much?
Your heart beating
I once smelled this smell
on you
But now,
that isn’t true
Just an
old
discarded
sweatshirt,
as
forgotten
as me
and you....
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Categories:
sweatshirt, absence, boyfriend, break up,
Form:
Rhyme