Denim Poems - Poems about Denim

I was an ethereal shadow in the corridors, a whisper of denim and shy glances floating among them, Invisible in their noisy bustle, a ghost with a too-polite smile, always on the edge, Their notes flew like grenades, exploding into laughter that tore through the silence eating away at me inside, I wore their words like a second...

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blue denim of my youth summer freedom posted on April 27, 2025...

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He took everything of value from me Except a house with a busted sink He thought I was screwed With the denim divorce blues He wanted to bankrupt dreams But little did he know Starting over is a goal I’ve a house, making home I’m proud to hold my own Busted sink is remodeling gold I started a new fancy trend A bed and breakfast...

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Taste and color Hourglass figure Beauty in jeans....

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Mine was black, yours was blue An little unspoken between just us two What did it mean? Perhaps not that much But I do like the fact that we share things as such Small things, of which there are more than a few For example, ILU, which means "I Love You" How much you may ask? Well I'll say I do What...

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H. G. Wells: "If you fell down yesterday, stand up today! You saw me blush at my latest mistake Even laughed, for heaven’s sake Slipping, sliding, into the mud Twisting, turning, I knew this wasn’t good Everyone somehow, holds on by their pants Rolling, strolling, with old Levi fakes Dusting down denim, in just a few shakes All I need now, is to...

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Boomers from here to anon, What turned us all on? Our blue jeans of love, Marched for peaceful doves, Sun baking for brown. Skin blotches do cast frown, Our denim survives, Silvers staying alive, So far, so good, I'm stating, Freckles still proliferating, Feeling young never grows old, We're boomers, do be told!...

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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’s when you threw me off of you ‘round midnight train stopped playing that deep blue music we listened to last night stand swore there would never be another chance you would give me to make it “all-right” Fighting each other not letting go Fine! “Good-Bye” we...

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We cannot come now the ladybug sang with accord. We are smelling the starch on the ironing board. The baby mouse agreed, she loved the smell of starch too. And she liked the stiffness of the jeans her mom ironed all blue. They sat next to the baskets watching Mrs. Mouse work. She ironed for the McGuffries, the Geedogs and...

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It took some time, but eventually the denim (after much scrubbing) of my workaday soul cleaned-up as if stone washed. Valuable lessons were tucked into new pockets, the clucking hens of a nagging conscience were at last silenced. I’m spinning myself dry today, hanging up my smoking guns. Her face still riddles me through, but I patch up just fine, and know now how to zip her out of my...

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the greatest misfortune of {us} is that you only seem to recall a few black pages of our relations nonchalantly tossing aside the gilded chapters that made up the volumes of our past... your miscalculation...you sought to suck satin out of a denim man always a shade less than your expectation a texture that rouged your mental skin.. and of...

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Thirty years ago I was a boy of fifteen Shoulder length hair growth Biker boots and skinny jeans My Father's best birthday gift A stunning Levi denim jacket Everyday since I've worn it It's gained a few patches Recently divorced I met a lady Sweet as a honey pot Who loves and respects me But we've hit a bad spot Jealousy of my denim relations Is causing...

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Barbie wore denim and leather to the ball Ken her date was attired in a suede suit, both looked outdoorsy for the fall. Her leather skirt was straight and tight, showing off her doll-like figure doing the polka, as Ken twirled her with all of his might. Barbie missed a step and landed on the floor, her leather skirt split apart much...

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I LONG TO SEE MY LOVER SHE'LL BE MY CHILDREN'S MOTHER WE'LL GOOD TO ONE ANOTHER JUST YOU WANT AND SEE LOVE AINT ALL THAT COMPLICATED SHE'LL HAVE ME HUSBANDNATED GRATISFACTION AND SATISFACTION I GUARANTEE I LONG TO SEE MY LOVER SHE'LL BE MY CHILDREN'S MOTHER WE'LL TALK AND HONOR ONE ANOTHER JUST YOU WANT AND SEE CLEVER CONVERSATIONS TALKING AND NEGOTIATING I LONG TO SEE MY LOVER SOMEWHERE SHE WAITS FOR...

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loose threads, holes and worn spots faded naturally his story told in these old genes left unworn for so long beloved denim lives on hidden beneath the casket lid 11/11/2017 KNIT YOUR FABRIC - Poetry Contest Nette Onclaud...

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