Clothes Poems | Examples of Clothes Poetry

When I consider ocelots, I try to get inside their thoughts. I wonder if they're like the lynx, who sits down before he thinks, "how would I look in spots?"...

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When choosing clothes, some people buy Whatever seems to catch their eye. They always pay the asking price No matter what, and don’t think twice. That isn’t me, for without fail I’ll check to find out what’s on sale And if it’s pricey, I might splurge If on that day, I get the urge. As far as stores, the upscale...

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Donning rubber gloves, the wife does washing of clothes and dishes... (plus cutlery, pots pans, et cetera) in the kitchenette sink. She started what would immediately become a first and last generation tradition (the spouse as washer woman and scullery maid) soon after we moved here eight years ago come July 1st, 2025. I trumpet her pioneer spirit to apply elbow grease (to tackle...

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Donning rubber gloves, the wife does washing of clothes and dishes... (plus cutlery, pots pans, et cetera) in the kitchenette sink. She started what would immediately become a first and last generation tradition (the spouse as washer woman and scullery maid) soon after we moved here eight years ago come July 1st, 2025. I trumpet her pioneer spirit to apply elbow grease (to tackle...

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I was beaten in school for speaking Themne my own tongue a melody they called a wrong note. I ran to my father for comfort but he looked away called me foolish for not knowing the world had changed. I knelt beneath the old tree offering thanks for rain and harvest they said I was lost praying to shadows and myths. I wore my lion skin...

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boil it no mercy kill it process it then think not colour with joy make yarn zari and pride fancy?...

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Some clothes I don’t wear anymore. Some weird patterns all over. Or just a stain from a cursed coffee mug. The clothes which bring me to life? Are: My favorite florals. Colorful. I don’t even like green, but still… Something about this type of green looks good on me. Well worn yet still soft. When I wear that...

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There are things we take for granted People used to do without With a thousand-plus examples, But these verses are about… Fasteners we use for clothing, Such as zippers, hooks or snaps, Also buttonholes and buttons, Buckles, laces, even straps. Have you heard of Whitcomb Judson? He and Gideon Sundback share The invention of the zipper - Just let Google take you there. All my...

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The older I get the more I hate shoes When I was a teen I loved to choose Different leather pumps and high heels Wearing shoes now is a not a big deal I like my old mules now out of style As my feet can be free slide in and out And those Crocs are popular for sure But I just...

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Under the mistletoe With a kindling smile Reflected by the candle's halo Her flirtatious attitude Solo dancing the...

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I am a captive of these chores, Clean dirt from windows, walls and floors. Clothes washed to remove all the dirt, Even the lipstick on his shirt. There's no time to check if its mine. Washing is done, dirt came out fine. "A hard day's night", and when I die. They'll throw dirt on me, where I lie....

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This line, stretched high and proud, No rags to hinder, no need for a shroud— Let’s shake off the past, let sunlight shine. So vibrant, where colors play, With dreams that flutter, they dry and sway. Though fleeting, these moments are divine. Speak of warmth, not despair, Let kindness...

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Practicing hard at his yoga, Cato convolved with his toga. The news he was caught In this Gordian Knot Spread to the land of Busoga. ...

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I wore this blue shirt the last time I saw my friends And maybe the time before that And possibly the time before that I have three comfy shirts They are appreciated and well loved More than a whole closet of clothes that never leave their hangers I like comfort, cozy fuzzy, warm. Did I say comfort? Comfort? COMFORT. My favorite pair of...

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I passed the elm at eventide, Its arms were bare, its breath was wide, And there beneath the twilight sky I thought I saw a woman roam. Her gown was thin as woven mist, A memory the dark had kissed; No rustle made, no shadow cast— She moved as moonlight through the grass. Do ghosts wear gowns like we once wore, With hems...

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