Best Turtleneck Poems
She slipped into the single’s club,
where an assortment
of horny guys and lonely hearts had assembled.
Some were there hoping to find that "special" someone
and some had come to chase away the blues,
tinkling ice in cocktail glasses soon to be refilled.
Others, who might be labeled commitment phobic,
had simply come to case the place for an easy lay.
Swinging svelte, mini-skirted hips lasciviously,
she strutted over to the counter
on legs that looked their longest and most shapely
from being hoisted on high red heels.
Every pair of eyes was trained on her.
Some in the club gawked
with eyes that hid beneath mascara-painted lashes, flitting envy.
Others leered with pupils dilating lust
from ogling the two soft protrusions in her tight white turtleneck.
Then with pink champagne in hand,
the goddess turned and surveyed her audience,
most of whom by now had looked away.
One remained, mesmerized, with eyes riveted on her.
He quivered when she caught his gaze
and strolled over to where he sat.
As she approached, he marveled at her face -
the chiseled cheekbones strong and high,
the dark eyes, luminescent and immense,
and curiously, an upturned nose so delicate
it seemed almost too perfect,
like one acquired from a sculptor’s hands.
He gulped when she asked him for a dance,
and as he asked this intriguing lady’s name,
he wondered at the timbre of her voice,
so provocative and low as she tossed dark brown locks
and said seductively,
“My name is Lola. L-O-L-A , Lola.”
Inspired by an old song from the 70's and
used now for Skat's the Premiere Contest number 10 Poetry Contest
Categories:
turtleneck, sexy,
Form:
Free verse
It sounded so cool,
coming from the master
wordsmith there on the cover
of "Poets and Writers".
didn't he look like he knew?
White hair and beard,
impeccable, black turtleneck,
coarse cloth overcoat,
turned out, casual and
desciplined.
More like mapping the magi or
apping the magus.
Maybe lassoing the ocean.
Ma, put the pin in Gina.
Look for the ion in nation.
Start small yet the boundaries
are so...like an obsessive killer
getting rid of fingerprints,
it never ends.
I want to be like Mike!
Casual discipline, throwing
out the red herrings
with the bath water.
It is after all a wash and
pretty soiled to boot,
and reboot.
My god, I've only gone
from left to right
on this mapping thing.
Dare I go from right to left?
Damn! I give up. You have
a thirty year headstart.
I'll just have to draw
my own darn maps.
Categories:
turtleneck, imagination, on writing and
Form:
Free verse
Call me ignorant
but just let the light shimmer above my head,
let those whispers softly dance in my ears
and leave me alone
because I don’t care !
Because I know
how ended those who gave a damn !
Names, you say ?
You want some names ?
Alright then, suit yourself.
Heathcliff, died.
Even twice I might say.
Billy, stuck in the air,
but never managed to fly away.
Roxana, fed karma with her own breast.
Humbert, lost his heart, his mind and the light of his life.
You may ask my friend
how do I know all of this.
Then I’ll reply:
I read my dear, I read.
Since only through books
you can taste the true craziness.
And trust me,
only crazy people are worth something these days.
Sanity is a disease.
You don’t believe me ?
Then ask Alice,
hold her hand
and chase the white rabbit when there’s still time.
Otherwise reality will smash you
and no one will notice.
No one but the boy without the turtleneck,
who will murmur sadly and very slow:
“And your soul from out that shadow
that lies floating on the floor
shall be lifted,
nevermore.”
Categories:
turtleneck, books,
Form:
Free verse
Riveting Thread
Riveting
designs of antiquitity
Recovered ruins of the distant past
Mix and match with modern taste
Adaptations and variations
Cropped tops
High waisted pants
Shoulder pads
Corsets
Tie dye tee shirts
And acid jeans
Fringe Flapper strings and beads
Sequins
Earnings
And head bands or ornaments
Of the 1920s
Vintage
Classic, unique pieces
Collecting dust in the mere hour
Porcelain doll
Annabelle,
Her pout lips
And rosy, droopy cheeks
Find her chin
Her aquamarine eyes
Complimentary of the green olive of her puffy sleeved dress
Her head
Of strawberry blond tresses
Her cream, lace ribbon
Tied upon her curly strands
Embellished Elizabethan
Glossy polyester
In turtleneck
Two bronze bows tied upon her chest
Adorned with faded yellow wallpaper and synthetic flower ,
Golden and peachy hues
Masked by charcoal grime
Some two fingers chipped as tooth
Laced up brown cowgirl boots
Flat heel
Clicking horseshoes
Beguiled is the eye that dismisses
her rough countenance
Her owner knew not of her quality
Her value
Her brevity
A knowing eye prizes such finds
Collectables in his treasure box
Marckincia Jean
Free verse
09/03/19
Categories:
turtleneck, age, culture, flower, hair,
Form:
Free verse
I’ve tried to hide
But you find me
You find my psyche
Dressed in a turtleneck
With a refined scarf
And you disrobe each layer
Pulling at that dangling string
The hint that may unravel me
Playing hide n seek
Like a toddler
If I hide my eyes
You can’t see me
But when I’m peeking
Through the cracks of
My insecure fingers
Squeezed tight afraid
Of being so raw
Your gaze is still there
Peeling back unconsented
Layers as if to ravish
My vulnerability
But you don’t
Give me a choice
I stand powerless
And the plastic smile
I could pass off
And use to convince
Strangers of my
Perfect world
You simply pick at
Digging your curious nail
Into the cracks of my being
Like an experienced banker
Identifying counterfeit money
You laugh at my mask
Your gaze chisels
Gaping holes that
Crumble in the heat
Of you loving me
And there I am
Thankful you found
My real and naked me
Because sometimes I hide
And I cannot even find myself
Categories:
turtleneck, love
Form:
Free verse
I was slumped
in the plastic lawn chair
and was fixated
upon the spinning cycle
of the washing machine.
I stared at the psychedelic trip
of prismatic swirl and listened
to the innate hum of the machine’s innards
as the clothes
churned around and around in circles.
The tangled clothes were lustful dancers
in the gyrating, soaking discotheque.
The midnight blue leg of the jeans
seductively wrapped herself
around the arm of a dapper
and unexacting turtleneck.
A trio of tee shirts
stuck to the farther wall of the machine,
each afraid to venture near the vortex,
but each was curious
and watched the scene from a distance.
Two socks- one black, one white-
clung to a pair of boxers with such pathetic longing,
that it caused me to blush.
I watched the clothes the way a chaperone
would keep his eyes
on the student body at the prom.
It is at this point that I realize
I need to find a girlfriend.
Categories:
turtleneck, clothes, life,
Form:
He wore a navy turtleneck
And man, he looked so cute,
An observation, I believe,
Nobody would dispute.
I can’t recall my outfit -
Don’t know if it factored in -
But on that night, our lives together
Somehow did begin.
Today we both remember
How our smiles were set aglow
On that February seventh
Forty-three short years ago.
Categories:
turtleneck, anniversary,
Form:
Rhyme
We’re now in between time;
The closet’s in flux.
Dressing’s a problem
And clothing’s the crux.
Turtleneck? T-shirt?
Long pants or Capris?
Boots worn with tights
Or just socks to the knees?
Temp’s one day 80,
The next 52;
Sift through my dresser –
Don’t know what to do.
Short-sleeved tops nestled
Near sweaters of wool.
Time for decisions;
The drawers are too full.
The closet has waiting
My jackets, some light.
Hard to tell which one
Will help me feel right.
Between time just happens
But doesn’t last long.
At least in the winter,
I won’t be dressed wrong!
Categories:
turtleneck, life,
Form:
Rhyme
I met a Czech now living in Quebec
Very handsome in crisp turtleneck
He tells a sad story about a shipwreck
But now has a highfalutin job here in high tech
Alec loves to strut muscles in a crew neck
Play outdoor hockey and body check
Climb mountains on a challenging trek
Water ski off a summer cottage deck
Answer any pop quiz about the Aztec
Let loose at the swinging discotheque
Draws the line at pretending he knows a speck
About anything related to home ec
One day Alec was about to write a blank cheque
To some random bushwhacking redneck
Who tried to sell him a bushel and a peck
I sent him on a hike as he pulled a quick rubberneck
I told Alec it was his dance moves I’d like to check
And maybe let him nibble a little on my neck
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on October 2, 2018 for contest EARLY OCTOBER 2018 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND
Originally posted on March 28, 2018
Categories:
turtleneck, adventure, character, crush, dance,
Form:
Monorhyme
Nine on each vampire team
all eighteen clones of Bela Lugosi it seemed
one up at bat turning into one
flying super fast making a home run,
The umpire vampires would always call out safe
not wanting to get into a vampire riot just in case
knowing each other quite like an old book
all belonging to the same vampire brotherhood,
I was the only baseball fan in the stands
wearing a turtleneck which was a good plan
eating peanuts and popcorn in the night air
as one of the Bela fellas gave me an eerie stare,
It didn't matter who I rooted for
while Count Dracula kept the baseball score
seems like they were just in it for fun
that is till the emergence of the sun,
Suddenly they all disappeared in the twilight air
because when I awoke no one was there
just me yawning and stretching in bed
with the field of vampire dream still in my head.
9-30-17
Categories:
turtleneck, baseball, gothic, humor,
Form:
Free verse
Covey of nuns
without benefit of wimple
graciously attired
sport coat, turtleneck, skirt
scurry through the airport
iPads swinging
unaware the turtleneck
is their Roman collar.
Donal Mahoney
Categories:
turtleneck, change,
Form:
Blank verse
I love to wear a turtleneck,
A boat neck or a cowl
But offer me a V-neck
And I guarantee a scowl.
A scoop’s a possibility
And I will sport a crew
Yet I cannot explain just why
A V-neck will not do.
A sweetheart neckline flatters
And a halter is ideal.
A square or off-the-shoulder,
If the mood hits, has appeal.
Whenever I go shopping,
I know what feels right for me,
And that is why I’ll rarely wear
A neckline with a V.
Categories:
turtleneck, clothes,
Form:
Rhyme
I dropped a stitch,
A stitch in time,
And so her fabric unravelled
Little by little.
Slowly, with ironic deliberation,
At the turtleneck sleeve first,
Then up the arm, across the chest,
Along the back and down the other arm.
Like the owner her garment vanished.
A heap of shapeless yarn remained,
Resembling nothing so much
As poorly visualised memory.
Of worlds that could have been,
And possibilities that once were
And the chaos that now
Pervades her dreamless wake.
Categories:
turtleneck, life, love, sad,
Form:
Blank verse
I check the weather on my phone
Before I head outside.
My jacket choices such a glance
Does helpfully provide.
For weeks, my trusty fleece it’s been,
With turtleneck below,
A sweatshirt sometimes added
If the wind’s supposed to blow.
Today, though, temps were hovering
At thirty-eight degrees
So if I dressed like always
I believed I might just freeze.
Some Arctic air has come to town,
Unusual for May.
The Polar Vortex, as it’s called,
Makes flowers droop and sway.
My woolen cape came out to help
Me on my walking task.
I wonder if it recognized me
From behind my mask.
Categories:
turtleneck, weather,
Form:
Rhyme
I always thought a scarf was simply
Meant to warm your neck
And wore one only when I set out
On a winter trek.
But one day, having left mine home,
Just walking several blocks
I shivered from my turtleneck
Right to my woolen socks.
I tried that walk again that day,
My scarf, though, wrapped ‘round tight
And coziness enveloped me;
The wind just couldn’t bite.
So whether yours is store-bought
Or hand-knit by Aunt Sydelle,
A scarf worn on a winter’s day
Will surely serve you well.
Categories:
turtleneck, clothes, winter,
Form:
Rhyme