Pillowcases Poems - Poems about Pillowcases

...I can hardly change my sheets— Especially, my pillowcases. This is mostly, because of your scent. I love how I get reminded of you, Even in the middle of the night. ......Read the rest...

...When the moon crochets a pattern so subtle that I think I can hear it; This is fluid feeling; this is a force I cannot replicate. A calm silence in the silence- I can feel it. You’re in love an......Read the rest...

...Ode to breathe With every word, every decision and every cry, comes a breath. Unnoticed. Barely noticed. A dry desert throat, lined with thorns, forcing each wheezing breath to keep i......Read the rest...

...The moonlight shines perfectly on a town. The sounds of Halloween are whistling by. When you look closer you will see orange and purple lights on houses. Blow up ghosts or ghouls sitting o......Read the rest...

...I woke up on the floor again this morning, Remembered what it was had laid me low. That hardwood wasn’t meant to be a mattress, But ever since she left I’ve made it so. I curse the brutal hon......Read the rest...

...“Shouldn't we wash the pillow cases on these pillows?” I say while thinking back to my face in the mirror breaking out, covered in grotesque red bumps my pimples have past the point of being categor......Read the rest...

...Plaid pillowcases, paisley sheets, polka dotted comforter, The brand name designers can throw this together And everyone oohs and ah’s and acts like ......Read the rest...

...We were bloody. Bearing the weight of a gaping moon like young Titans- full of arrogant imagination. We ran, hellbent. House after house playing tricks- casting spells with veracious f......Read the rest...

...The excitement mounted as we rummaged around in the attic looking through old steamer trunks for discarded clothes and props to make Halloween costumes. With an old suit and hat of Granddads, I becam......Read the rest...

...mom's trousseau embroidered pillowcases his and hers posted on June 18, 2018......Read the rest...

...As I empty a bag and look over the donations in it I think, “Geezus why; not even I would willingly take any of this! If I didn’t work here taking donations, I’d throw it all in the garbage!" Us......Read the rest...

...His eyes cower under the weight of prescription leaflets; Side effects are augmenting the blaze of the pyre that Depression built. Glowing bright- static, and indifferent to the soaking of logs mea......Read the rest...

...Violaceous twilights, clandestinely sated lavished 'til morn's early blush midst honey suckled euphoria, poetry hidden 'neath silken pillowcases, written 'tween the ......Read the rest...

...I never flinched with I felt the needle sink into my skin. Love is for masochists and I was tattooing an image of Forever in my mind. Even when the tears stained like blood on my bed sheets a......Read the rest...

...I fell this morning- Stumbled over fear, surrender my bitter dressings Kissing the distance of sanity Defying gravity Levitating toward the inevitable Plunging into the comfort of solace fe......Read the rest...