Leather Poems - Poems about Leather

...The brumby of Australia, not known to be well bred Some are tough as leather, but that not often said More criticised that praised, for damage that they do Muddying the waterholes, as cattle never......Read More

...Shining in the distance was a pinata shaped like round bubble A skinny limber boy yelled to his friend, “I will hit it on the double!” The friend was watching star lizard twist on mountain with his......Read More

...Sheila’s daddy was a sailor He came home on leave for a week or two each year Her mother had passed when she was a baby She lived with her aunt’s family Sheila was thrilled whenever Daddy came ......Read More

...I got a polo neck jumper. She said they were in. Pep wears one. He hasn’t manboobs. Ribbed, dark grey. Tighter than it should of been. With a vintage leather, black jacket. Sophisticated,conti......Read More

...“The Shedding of our Skin”    I am writing about the transition from lost now found,  Darkness to light, one being into another, death to life,  Old skin to new skin.  Its like the rejuvenation ......Read More

...The Mountains of the Dead I’ve seen the mountains of the dead, the worn-down hobnailed boots, a child’s pathetic pair of shoes, those ladies’ hee......Read More

...Expensive bags, crafted with care Leather smooth, a designer's flair Gold hardware, a statement piece For the elite, a luxury release Mid-range bags, a balance found Stylish yet practical, on ......Read More

...I’d start at noon A spa day swoon. Soothing limbs Finger nail trims. I’ll dream of you To meet tonight. I know you not Your out of sight. Slip white silk dress On pampered hips. Ankle s......Read More

...I’m a new style hell's angel I hate motor bykes I tear up the town on my new Souped up electric tryke Burning up the pavements Finding litter bins Ands when no ones looking Putting rubbish ......Read More

... There in the corner of the living room on a loveseat meant for two now only resides one there he sits, by a warm fireplace its occupant a man a man have I known only as a father and as a m......Read More

...Baseball First sign of spring A scented leather joy Wafting over a childhood dream Two on, two out, three balls, two strikes, one swing The sound the silence, the drama Oh joyous memory Awaken......Read More

... I remember being in my crib, hugging a soft Teddy Bear. I remember, my Mother, so young, reading poetry to me. I remember being a wee girl, dancing, in front ot a tall mirror. I re......Read More

...the homeless people alive in cracks we avoid. each displays no grace nor glory. We turn our backs, are so annoyed. Worn overcoats over scrim pajamas, angled hair and leather-ed skin, bags an......Read More

... Oh, where had my sweet love gone that morning when later that day he’d met his death? It was early January, cold and dreary when he left unusually early without a word. For days I wondered and ......Read More

...A man with no more than a hole in his pocket The clothes on his back and a picture in a locket Propped up some cardboard in a dim alleyway When a stranger came up with something to say He wore a......Read More