Flannel Poems - Poems about Flannel

You standing there looking so innocent and sexy, biting your lip Smiling so guile-y and your hair Cascading around your face Over your shoulders and styled by JBF You standing a bit awkwardly your legs falling from my flannel shirt And smooth as hell, your feet up on the...

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Summertime is finally fleeting and oddly, though, I am not sad. Yes, the fields will soon be emptied of pastel-colored flowers and buzzing bees and wading knee-deep in tall, wild grass as the sun takes its time in setting, late into the warm-breeze nights that cause one to linger  and gaze up into a sky  transforming from azure to cobalt with stars in infinite millions bringing...

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Summertime is finally fleeting and oddly, though, I am not sad. Yes, the fields will soon be emptied of pastel-colored flowers and buzzing bees and wading knee-deep in tall, wild grass as the sun takes its time in setting, late into the warm-breeze nights that cause one to linger  and gaze up into a sky  transforming from azure to cobalt with stars in infinite millions bringing...

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When snows beset slippers upon the feet, and draw tears of pain upon reddened cheek. Thoughts of former boots instill chilled notions, that will call for future healing potions. Someone asks of you, "what were you thinking?" you answer with shivers between blinking. "I must track this wet to the farmers' fare, for my beloved a fine meal to share." "She is demanding...

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A flannel-washed-out school. Unsullied nuns in a sullen line. Again hearing the quacking of ducks as new brown leathers shoes stepped and skipped, though skipping was a serious offense behind the school fence. London, eons ago, a blighted borough lost in the scant gravy of rationed times. Was I six, was I even aware of my eyes? What they took in or let out? How to recall what...

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An old flannel shirt with two button up the front pockets Well-worn, soft, in faded colors of greens, reds, and blues. A touch of green, and some bits of yellow, almost Christmas like. It was my father’s favorite shirt; he wore it more days than not. I watched him wear it for many years, maybe twenty. When I see it,...

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I see it more and more as Fall comes in, the fabric fears not the chill or wind, often brushed and soft, like a blanket’s grasp, and for many years a good one with last. Whether it be Black Watch or Buffalo Check, there’re a thousand patterns, what will be next? I think when it all is said and done, that flannel...

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dad in flannel shirt right hand holding pail of smelts lit smoke in other AP: Honorable Mention 2020 Posted on July 3, 2018...

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I sleep at night in your worn flannel shirt You my love are ashes similar to dirt A woven web we had of love and deceit Kept hidden dark and deep And still a space within my soul Kept for you effervescently my whole Far away once real and now a dream White picket fence has lost its gleam And when the flannel...

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your so warm against my body i need to feel you wrapped around me on those cold night when nothing is going right and the world is lonely for me and full of strangers who use me or intrude on my life. when you're around me the world just m e l ts away and i sleep knowing that you...

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He swaddles me in soft-worn flannels to comfort my hard-won heart. He waters me washed bare smooth souled with tears of suffering and joy. He caves my soundless nights with dreams from other times replenishing live imagined memory as co-arising blind intuition's ecojustice peace flows like soft warm flannel across my bare sunned shoulders. He frees my soul to soar, soil souled sweeping dance singing songs ringing resonant silence inviting...

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On freezing days, I turn to fleece To wear beneath my down; And wool or corduroy might work When traipsing through the town. But there’s an oft-forgotten cloth That also can perform By keeping those who use it, Day or nighttime, snug and warm. Yes, flannel is of what I speak; It’s great for shirts and sheets, Yet no one touts its virtues – Not...

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Fluffy Lovely Always Nap-worthy Nest of Enveloping Layers Me Softness Heavenly Entering Ecstasy Toasty Seductive Sleep...

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