Burlap Poems - Poems about Burlap

Shagged in the back of a shotgun shack at night by moonlight peeping past curtains of burlap sack such a sore sight surrounded by fields of green willing as she'd been tho' torn she surely wasn't about to be seen with a child out of wedlock born so with a bun in the oven she had her Dad invite he who did the dirty deed and plant...

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In burlap did he laugh, the huskiness of mirth to occupy the dearth of sound. A photograph beside the paragraph; her testament of worth. In satin does she weep, cold buttons in her lap. The invocations tap an estuary deep. Like flutterings in sleep they flood the aching gap. She penned his epitaph: In Burlap Did He Laugh. 3/26/18...

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Needle by needle The tunes for the fiddle Press by press The pink caress The up and down The silky gown Sideways too The silky hue The muslin sheen The fluid violin The orange sun With love spun The slippery satin The tender teens The roof grows crack The burlap sack Coarse daytime The internal rhyme The needles of strife The burlap life The people ragtag The burlap bag The filigree of labour The burlap savour The blue attachment For...

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In burlap, she had always clad her dreams And tucked away the rations of her hope But choices that now lay a-fraying seams ...

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BURLAP and SATIN Texture fine, woven design Like harden tree sap Rough is the burlap!!! That's at my finger tips Smooth is soft the satin as silk The dress rapped around her waist Burlap and satin Give me such touch my reactions Hard rough the silken liner Smooth is the burlap binder??? Coarse touch soft brush Weave me, cling to me of skin Jute plant fibers touch Burlap and...

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On the porch, clouds covering the sun Memories flood like spring rain Remembering those times long ago Of burlap times and pain There was no hope for satin gowns Calico was my dress Then times were harder that one year Adults were really stressed Daddy bought the animal feed In sacks of printed cloth Mama got enough matching bags Untouched by dreaded moth Two skirts were made...

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I’m awake by 6:00. While stars shimmer I jostle my husband Who sleeps soundly Upon dampened sheets. Tom is burlap While I am satin. Wishing myself out Of my cartoon pajamas I struggle lifting his Aged body from his bed. My back aches While I dress Tom Thinking of those satin Tahitian nights and Playful lagoon floating Over conch shells With my handsome Burlap man. Slideshow memories Of Satin and Burlap Times stamped in...

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A blind date sprung on two unwary victims. He turned up early in suit and tie obviously uncomfortable with a situation beyond his comfort zone. She showed up on time dressed in an elegant clean cut dress wearing high heels and a subtle touch of perfume, oozing confidence, yet carrying herself with class. An introductory handshake, soft and coarse, gentle and firm, set the ball rolling. Over dinner he...

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Burlap and satin went to the dance It was held at the old Fisher Barn Burlap wore a fine Gunny sack Adorned with a drawstring of yarn Satin sported a shimmery weave Trimmed with buttons of gold The glossy attire was flawless And was quite a sight to behold Burlap took satin by the hand And together they started to dance When a stray strand...

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Kickin’ ass farm chores in floral print dress Lipstick is sticky and hair’s all a mess Binder twine blisters that tuck a loose tress Crankin’ old Allis but with mom’s finesse And these things that happened Like burlap and satin Fertile fields plowin’ and dust in excess Barley seeds planted with such fine caress Rakin’ up hay for the bales of success Dreamin’...

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Loud, rowdy, coarse, a bit rough around the edges, more likely to say “Shut Up!” than “Quiet Please.” Jeans, well worn, faded by harsh winds, and searing sun. face to match. The “gods?” diabolical match makers. Soft spoken, silky smooth, edges buffed, hushed a room on entering. Tailored, off the rack, draped on artistic magnificence, smiling……that… smile. ©3/21/2018 submitted too – Burlap and Satin – Poetry Contest sponsor – Anthony Slausen...

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Children of today have no clue as to the games we played. Hand me downs of clothes and shoes were unknown to face book news. Yet, we were safe and happy, alright, that sounds sappy. Back then you saved for something new afraid your friends might see thru you. The dresses and the shoes came from family members...

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Considered a debonair through and through I got used to the most expensive hotels. And I was catered to and pampered, that's true, oft dinning on steaks and oysters on half shells. But I fell in love with the country in you, and before I knew it, I heard wedding bells; moved to the homestead, and watched the pigs fatten, a combination...

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She was wearing her green satin dress, soft and silky; often, she would touch the fabric to caress, she was sleek elegant with skin milky. On a park bench she was reading, a book of poetry old; stopping at...

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“You’re burlap and satin; you’re leather and lace,” the bride-to-be’s mother said. “He’s a disgrace! Break up with him. It’s not too late to save face. He’s our neighbor’s farmhand. He should know his place.” Her dad said, “He’s not in your league, can’t you see? If you marry, think of how poor you will be. You’ll not get one cent...

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