Pullover Poems | Examples

Shabby Chic

she wears the latest fads
regardless of her moods
mix and matching as per all the rules
wouldn’t want to get it wrong
as she parades across
the catwalk of her days

i’m not so fancy
i stand at her side
in my favourite carefree pullover
my simple plain old leggins and
my wool socks curled over hiking boots

i may not be sophisticated but 
it's undeniable that i'm 
comfortable in my own skin


AP: Honorable Mention 2025

My heart beat of scare

When I saw someone I don't know crossing the rode near my window,
I wouldn't have mind at all.
But I saw someone wearing the same pullover you always wore and I complimented you in,
When I stopped, I noticed my heart beating incredibly fast.
,,Do I still have feelings for him?"
But shame covered my eyes.
I instantly looked away from the boy and walked immedietly away.
It wasn't love,
It was scare.

Never did a boy scare and ashame and make me think about my actions so much.

If I would forgive you,
Even though you did never apologied,
My life would've been much more peaceful because in my mind,
I would draw you, in my Garten walking my dog.
But I could never lend you my dog.
I want that it will resolve quickly,
I think that's why I yesterday smiled at you again for the first time after months.

Still I want to understand myself and ignore you till my death if it's needed to.
Don't like you at all.
Acting like I just don't care.

I am in the middle,
And I am not proud of me either not knowing what I want,
But why did you made me like that?
I am 20,
And always when you sit near me,
I feel the need,
To cry again.

Ambiguous

I tried to pay attention to the teacher.
I saw him looking if I see, 
why do I still know when he tries to hide someting?
Or doing something, that could leave me unsure?
From the side of my eye, I saw him throwing a little paper ball in her hair.
I reached out for her pullover, to let it fall.
The girl looked in her hood.
,,don't worry, it fell"

,,What he is doing is rude right?", 
His bestfriend asks me.
Why would he ask me that? 
As if he cares, as if he-
Oh, I know why he asks.
I just tried to ignore.
Saying: ,,I don't care", is weird.
,,You're okay?", 
Why does he now asks such a question.
I didn't answer.


Ofcourse nothing was meant genuine.

With the end of the cable

you hit me.
younger me:,, Do it!"
One Hit, on my head, didn't hurt much.
Another on my back, my pullover protected.
I Held my hand over my face.
Bad choice.
The metal cut my hand like knife.
It still hurts, while I write.
,, I want to you explain!"
,, why you discuss with me"
Why do you Tell me how I should deal with things, why do you scream.
Were cliches you said.
But with scream I evoke your attention.
But then I saw you come running.
On the ground I laid still.
And accepted my fate.
I hate you I really do.
With little things you do bigger,
and leave a ****
on my heart

Heavy then large

And even how small the Problems are.
When you know you can't Tell your parents, because they will think you see everything bizarre, it makes them larger.
Bigger.
There is no place anymore in your soul.
So you need to make space.
Have space.
C=Control, H=haunted, A= amazed, N= never, G= god, E= empty.
I'll Start with my circle over again, just the way around.
You won't see me in light yellow dresses anymore, just with dark blue Jeans and a pullover, converse shoes won't be my favorite anymore, Friends I will leave, Book I will read, no more responding to romantic sheets.
Indeed I will again Start with a shattered routine, that will cromble one day my life together, how god to other people does.
No more talking and .
Here I am, admitting it.
I will get skinny and won't stop.
That is my final sentence: ,,I won't feel comfort anymore.", there is no comfort to be in when there is no court.

DJ

     Drooling along,
     Every day.
     No matter,
     What people say!
     My mother says," Shut your mouth! Your spewing drool all about!"
     My father says, "I'm going to bed! No more drool on my head!"
     My mouth is shut tight,
     But the drool takes flight!
     Over my lips,
     Down my chin,
     On my shirt,
     Where it all soaks in!
     I have a lavish style of dress,
     Only the very best!
     And if anyone is to check,
     They know my clothes,
     Due to the spatter of drool,
     Across my shirt and under my nose!
     I'm the only one with drool splattered clothes.
     As everyone knows,
     The boy who drools,
     Wears the best clothes!
     Once I went to work,
     For a company that makes pullover shirts.
     They had to test,
     Which material was best!
     To absorb the least sweat.
     So, my drool has paid off,
     Now I wear a new shirt every day,
     With drool dropping every which way!
     In the meantime, 
     I used my brain,
     Started a company with shirts that don't stain.

Season Turn

When the season turns
summertime wears pullover
shivering with cold

The Effects of Covid-19

These past few months have brought change
during the covid-19 outbreak all over
some of these changes been good others bad
personally, it's been like a new pullover

Like any new garment, it smells so fresh
so this lockdown situation is so new
no need to rush about, having time to ponder
doing what you want to do even to chew

Being retired now for some years past
been doing my own thing has been neat
movement has been curtailed to get about
that's been a disadvantage not able to meet

Some plus marks I've really enjoyed
reading books and writing more by far
also, listen to my favourite music too
made this time quality far above par

Less cars road-bound means less pollution
noise reduction has meant all is quiet
but what was normal isn't anymore
will it be again? have we reached our share?

I Know, You Know

Every mother is a woman,
But not every woman is a mother.
Womanhood is by virtue of the sculptor's mould,
But Motherhood is a sweet-bitter Journey for special trekkers.
So I knew a man who was a mother,
And a woman whose door was shut forever, yet could boast of a generation..
Because though she lacked a fertile land, she could make fruits out of seeds...

I know a  mother 

In her dehydrated  state, she quenches my thirst, 
From winter's cage ,she hands over her pullover to me, 
From that desert without Oasis, she rains tears each time drought bedevils me on that ground where imbibition could occur,  
In her tattered self, she slumps down on both knees ,gazes at the sky till the star touches my life...

You know a mother
Let me lend you my ink....

Happy mother's day to every Mother out there... God bless you

Road Rage

It takes two to tango, 
as they say. 
It also takes two 
to road rage. 
It sure is fun watching 
two insane, 
out-of-control knuckleheads 
zigzag aggressively 
on the highway
with their driver windows down;
honking their car horns,
screaming 
vile obscenities back and forth!
Classy guys exchanging "bird flips"
as they chase each other down; 
both angry enough 
to run each other off the road, 
if they ever end up
side by side! 
Can you imagine 
being caught up in that craziness?
Two banshees on steroids;
funny considering
one can't understand the other.
That's exactly how to communicate!
In the midst 
of all the chaotic madness,
me and you; two safe drivers 
sharing the road with two idiots 
without a care in the world 
about the safety of others; 
completely oblivious 
they're also playing Russian Roulette 
with their own lives. 
Neither of the two
possessing the presence of mind 
to simply disengage 
and turn down the heat 
before it spells disaster!  
Do not tailgate 
these uncivilized loons.
Pullover to the shoulder, 
or better yet, 
take the next exit to safety.


Date written: 05/03/2020

She's Going Aboard

I like the way you call me
I love the way; you care me
Every time you need something
You trick me up falling.

Please stay with me, don't leave me alone
Pullover my eye, please don't hide
Everything I need is, the looks you hide
Now or Never, not for us together

It's hard to take it anymore
the long-distance relationship
It's hard to take it anymore
Without hugs, love, and kisses

The memories we have together
Ice-cream in the park
Dancing in the dark
Will be the sweetest forever.
Please stay with me, don't leave me alone
Maybe this is the worst day of my life
As you're going aboard, going aboard, but
I am glad you'll be the soulmate of my life

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The Road Ahead Is Almost Yellow

The road ahead is almost yellow
Somewhere bright somewhere faded
Waiting for its soon-to-come fellow
In the air crispy murmurs

Alder and Birch look cravingly
Squirrels running at their feet
Gathering seeds and nuts so wisely
Stashing better than our closet


Maples flare red and orange
Tall shadows in the afternoon
All around a tinted transience
Thanksgiving for what we owe


Fallen leaves crunch under bare feet
Flying southward, birds clap their wings
Your lonely back looking lovely
Nothing to hold on, leaves keep falling


Your eyes at harvested pumpkins
Your nimble fingers knitting a pullover
Bamboo needles seeking more light
Who does cross your path now





September 16, 2019


Fall Into Fall Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke

Cheers

CHEERS!
      
        Jolly jubilant Jack Frost jogs on snow
        Wonder of winter shows snow in white glow.
 
        Fun of smooth ice-skating on snowy track
        Children throwing snow balls in front or back.

       Crisps of thin snowflakes flying out of grip
       Knife of ice hits heart of winter too deep.

      Dazzling Dahlia nodding abloom face.
       Snowdrops though shy, gorgeous no less.
            
      Severe chilled morning greets with fog and mist.
      Woolen sweater, pullover, all in list.
   
      Couple comes close in single comforter,
      Embracing tight, pressed lips, not to chatter.

      Winter enters in frolic festive mood
      New Year to enjoy with sumptuous food.
 
     Have fun, make merry, dance delight: Cheers.
     Beat drum, sing in chorus, laugh loud, no tears.

    01/08/19
               
  Edited on 04/04/20 
                                   Third Place

 'STRAND CHOICE Z' Contest by Brian Strand

Tin Box

A collector of tin boxes in all shape and disarray.
the older the better but the new welcome too.

It started with a house full of buttons that i will play
look here that one gone escaped the pullover.

In my pocket I will look for the next tin
as my mother knitted the great escape.

Crayon to melt a stamp and shell not gasoline
I alway found the necessary to amuse me.

Now a doyen I open the tins and travel the child
as a homeless I remember the saving of a soul.

Got my house but the tins part of my life
and still searching for the best one.

If such a thing i found today toasted
and discarded the disc for a massive ragga jungle.

A surprise to find what i will put in it
may be a wisp of air to soar the delusion.

Fork In Your Head

Tough love is not putting you down. 
You need to pullover and think,
Change your path.  
When you come to the Fork in the Road
And you do not pick it up---Then…
You trip…and fall…and wonder…
How did I get a fork in my head?
One cannot call for help.
One does not have a job, 
To pay for a phone.
There are people who love you, 
What about responsibility of self-respect. 
Tried to help—don’t know what to do anymore.
Don’t wait too long to figure things out.  
Only want the best for you. 
So for that reason—I cannot enable you…
I do not see u anymore…u never call…
Life will never be the same…
       My son is addict… 
             My life has changed…
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