Blue Jean Poems - Poems about Blue Jean

..."A dressed day has disrobed into the depth of a drawer's nightstand." (Oh, how positively awesome that what can be sorted out in such an explanatory pattern that a difference would maketh a day.)......Read the rest...

...Heard my grandchildren the other day, “We’re bored to death” is all they could say, There just isn’t anything for us to do. That got me to thinking about how, the troubles that these youngsters h......Read the rest...

...Held you in the light of faded blue jean memories Starring down the contour of your thighs kissing gently the dimples of your knees starting to squeeze your ankles too tight. That......Read the rest...

...Following down the sidewalks Watching from my backyard, Everywhere I go, he stalks Waiting to catch me off guard Even in the safest places My town, my school, my home, The shape of his masked......Read the rest...

...*Image of The Farmhouse by UNS. Hint of Autumn Sunstar wakes, Aurora reacts, As light skews her southernmost sky, A roost rouses, a rooster crows, Henhouse's wood handle lif......Read the rest...

...Hey mom remember way back then Hey mom remember all my friends Hey mom remember all that fun Cleaning the yard in all that sun So do I really write that well Or must I practice with a quil......Read the rest...

...Summer Hit Parade Here comes summer - In the good old summertime – In those lazy, hazy, crazy days - A summer breeze blows through my mind – The scent of jasmine – summer mood On summer night......Read the rest...

...I owned a warm breezed first Spring day in radiantly refulgent sun between billowed cumulative clouds white as sailing sheets on our vibrating shaking and tugging cotton clothesline swaying mu......Read the rest...

...I have an old gray button up shirt Like the cowboys wear with rugged jeans It fits big and covers me up completely So that I feel like I’m living uniquely I love this old shirt that cost a pret......Read the rest...

...butterflies flutter in your eyes breathtaking the blue leads round like a pool color navy soft and sensors like lovemaking blue jean, moonbeam, my baby - and the sound of a million lies in......Read the rest...

...deep Spring strokes my feet — blue jean girl with bare cold soles......Read the rest...

...Walking stick stroking limestone paths sunshine warming these patina hands- A fleeting chorus of gold winged finch, God sashaying over cherry wood violins- Turtles playing dominos on mossy st......Read the rest...

...Covered Dishes 2 Into the tattooed tavern we sauntered dreamily, squinting our delirious eyes, while blinking rapidly, and flinching from the electronic glare of spit-polished mirrors, ......Read the rest...

...This Bumptious Poet © Once again dear reader, aye strive to regale ye with in apropos prate, (nee inane) vain null gibberish in order to suss stain mine infamous reputation wi......Read the rest...

...Thoughts of you influence my soul like dry gin the day which felt long is gradually pulling its blue jean yet your absence has made our bed an unwanted virgin separating comfort and peace with a......Read the rest...