Denims Poems - Poems about Denims

...the power of Black women walking together as a community to know that there's nothing we can't accomplish when we move in unity turnt, turnt, turnt up now ready to reach new heights animated,......

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...PARENTAL ILLS Fresh fallacy fall flat Betwixt blenched beaux Oldies goldies, modern crime Lacerated denims, newish culture Conventional crews, forgotten taws Dearie draws near, dressed chambe......

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...Boundless Blue Born in a misty rainbow, Blue slips out from her place between her sisters Green and Violet, painting the heavens azure, covering the earth like the robe of Virgin Mary. She fl......

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...My wallet, Made of shining black leather. I bought it a decade ago, From a Lacoste shop. It fitted well in the rear pockets Of my blue denims. It was happy, Stuffed and loaded with notes, Of ......

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...I was standing in front of A small roadside tea vendor, In a city called Guwahati. It was a pleasant morning, In that otherwise dusty metropolis. While I was enjoying a cup of ginger tea, Unde......

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... Where me cry, Men don't drink much; Where me stare Till eyes are sore; Women never come, How did this one do! Coming to me, she wears Denims, short to show off Beautiful legs; I a......

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...She said: Two days from now, I am going to meet my Prince… I am excited and nervous as I seem, Geez, I am not prepared to meet him… I don’t know what to wear, I don’t know what to do with my ......

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...Remember that day when you and I first met? You were dressed in black denims, a purple shirt and flat shoes; Your straight hair was pulled back in a neat and tidy way, Exposing your beautiful face......

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...He had glaring cold blue eyes That I knew I was going to miss Some blues are clear and so alive But none compare to his I could not read his like a book I was blocked off by a wall Maybe it w......

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...The sun had vanished, it was black as black, The air was crisper than ice. And the wire on the fence whispered a steady humming tune To hundreds of kangaroo mice. We’d broken down, in the middl......

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...There she sits, in such pure and innocent beauty She thinks feeding the ducks is her newest duty Her smile lights up the dark shadows on my heart Sad that her hearing is much worse than we th......

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...Rain beat on my window it’s a sound that makes me feel good, it makes me feel safe, Drops racing down the glass changing direction, getting even bigger as they all clash, Reminds me of when I was a......

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...The dungarees I used to wear Were Levis, Wranglers, Lees; There were no upscale denims then, With fancy pedigrees. They hugged my hips and fit real snug, With bottoms flared like bells. I wore them ......

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...About This Poem It's In The Jeans The young man stood at the bus stop waiting for the bus Along came the sexiest looking young lady he ever saw She had on tight, stretched blue denims that marked......

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...The young man stood at the bus stop waiting for the bus Along came the sexiest looking young lady he ever saw She had on tight, stretched blue denims that marked her curves Her shape was as the Coc......

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