Shirt Poems - Poems about Shirt

... Too hot too hot yells the boy then he shouts with four little waifs on the run he has clout they jerk him around by a swimming ground poor little guy soaked and wet, like a trout ......Read the rest...

...It is quite clearly that Poetry Soup is just another one of my on-line, internet's poetry time capsules. That I am using to help preserve my own poetry and what was most important to me at the ti......Read the rest...

... In his shirt of bright yellow nylon, Nicky hung, with his curious eye on A pool he bent over, Cool water enclosure Still, he's well-dressed with his smile on. ......Read the rest...

...Subway It’s 3 a.m. on the subway. I’m high and lonely. A little girl in a womans body. Oversized hoodie and ripped jeans. Messy bun and tear stained cheeks. An empty stomach under a shattered......Read the rest...

...Winter Snow I have peace tonight. My world is complete. The great panes of glass  Are frosty with snow As it silently falls outside. The night provides a Perfect crispy black backdrop. Insi......Read the rest...

... When summer is gone~~ really gone, not just according to the calendar~~ the chill in the air makes my flannel shirt feel SO good. During my walks, there is energy in my step that was missin......Read the rest...

...They are all about my age. It feels like they are clones of me, but they smile. I feel my key in my back pocket. I step out to pretend to use the bathroom. I almost leave forever. But there’s a ......Read the rest...

...The waitress spilled a beer last night Right on my husband’s clothes. He was upset, but these things happen, Sometimes, I suppose. He went back to our room to change And rinse his threads of b......Read the rest...

...Sometimes, in morning hours, I wake. Just before the day's bright break, I pleasantly partake, In birds joining to sing, As happiness they bring. Last night was different and strange. A fever......Read the rest...

...Mother Has Hearts in His Eyes When He Looks into Yours Caring less about emptying his wallet, he promised to take you on tours. With his fingers trying to grasp my shirt, he told me you rip......Read the rest...

... Time strokes the wrinkled canvas, the ancient spider in twilight hour weaves the senility web, the empty eyes wander in the wasteland. The hedonist psyche refuses to gauge the grief of l......Read the rest...

...Hiddildy Tiddly Twiddly Twit Tried on ten hats and none of them fit Tried on the pants all without fly’s Luckily they were all the wrong size And as for the shirt with collar and cuffs Thought t......Read the rest...

...They say you'd know it, In first glance, It's a game of chance. But we weren't even friends , Back then, When i use to call my usual bluff, And all my friends roll their eyes, Saying "girl,tha......Read the rest...

...Pulling out my card. Doesn’t seem too hard. When I’m convinced of my wealth. Despite new books on my shelf. Despite sunglasses that are new. I assumed by account was tried and true. But when th......Read the rest...

...i rip open my wardrobe door i fling the clothes left right covering the mess i made i could clean it up or i could leave it leave all the clothes scattered across the floor as if it wer......Read the rest...