Leather Poems - Poems about Leather

...In the cartographies merger with the soul, where topographies bring thought converge, a hidden rose blooms, its petals unfolding, like a cipher's dark emerge, thorns burst contradiction ......Read the rest...

... My wallet is a good friend of mine. It was a bifold one when I purchased it. (but now...many folds developed) Once it used to be brown and elegant But gradually metamorphosed and faded. ......Read the rest...

...Old Gertie was a gentleman’s lady If she deemed to do anything, it would be shady We followed her career and were shocked to see The kinds of things she would do here, there and beyond the sea. ......Read the rest...

...“Up men to your posts! Don’t forget today that you are from old Virginia.” – General George Pickett Beneath Gettysburg's sun a merciless blaze Stood Pickett with his face etched......Read the rest...

... Look in my closet and what will you see? First is the shoe holder hung on the side of its door. It holds shoes sometimes not matched up and some I rarely wore! Tightly pressed together are m......Read the rest...

...Can I ask you something? Yeah, sure. Would you say I’m the tear the clothes off sort of woman. What sort of clothes are we talking about. Any clothes. Does that include that leather ju......Read the rest...

... The dresses of many a distant phase, the casual attire of black and white, the lumberjack shirts that were once, my craze. The hoodies that hide me, both day and night, the caps that shad......Read the rest...

...bomber jacket, dark glasses blown out hair, faded jeans that fit me slim, brown leather belt and shoes, a dangling cigarette between lips, is how I would fancy look! Reality is something els......Read the rest...

... Scratchy polyester pants plucked from the bottom rack. Wrinkled plaid shirts for veiling blood sweat and dirt A clip-on tie purchased on the cheep for a rose garden wedding destined for ......Read the rest...

...Fragile fragments lachrymose, sanctified sapphire rivulets, lamentable malevolence of my fetters, is there a sanctuary from this tableau to which I am shackled as you cascade down the window pane? E......Read the rest...

...Rusted brown leather Shoes worn through many long miles Pulling his sweater onto his shoulders Rain clouds drift onward upon the vale His pants ripped from each days toil Upon the fields the sea......Read the rest...

...I'm just an old-fashioned, flannel lumberjack shirt. My father was some overalls, a farmer of dirt. I'm a worn out and holey pair of cotton socks, An unwanted sweater, packed away in a box. My ......Read the rest...

... Don’t you dare rock the boat! Get in line, sweet, poet kitten. Or find yourself, under our mote, With leather gloves. you’ll be smi......Read the rest...

...Born before the war The sky was sullen and sorrowful  was the mist smoke from hot cannons on crackling radios, people listened to  a man shrieking and thought  what a useless idiot my birth w......Read the rest...

...A patriotic bunting, hanging from a porch, black lines of a Model-T, back when we liked Ford, porcelain sign from the 30s, somehow ad and art, the fun and fear we got from tossing a lawn dart. Ri......Read the rest...