Shirts Poems - Poems about Shirts

Going through a closet, I was quite surprised to find Several shopping bags of t-shirts That my son had left behind. While looking at them, one by one, I realized they portrayed His entire growing up, through college, Starting in first grade. The school shirts featured P.S. 6, Then Wagner Junior High, With a special few from Stuyvesant, Where high school years flew by. Another group had...

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This poem is penned to my sartorial self, about wardrobe clothes on the rail or the shelf, replica football shirts, too tight, too small, threadbare cord trousers, I don’t wear at all, now for recycling with all the rest, while saving my smart shoes and suit just for best, too many old clothes that I’ll never wear, though some could be fixed...

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Then they sang to the Lovers Lovers across the world they sang to people who were in love those who wanted to be Love and those who understood love and being in Love She sang Lover who I desire and wish a world to envy Love oh Love with your mystic ways Love adore me with all thy ways He sang She who Loves me with her temperamental ways she who desires the...

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One summer I bought husband and I shirts that matched. Not one or two, but rather ten or twelve, all thickly thatched. We rode around in them puffed up, as if just hatched. Looking like Tweedle Dee and Dumb, distorted, and insanely batched....

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Clarke now washes his trousers and shirts And wants wife to be washing her skirts. Not a rule launderers quit the dirt Release of cash to soap men could hurt... Washing one's pants touches not one's worth, A decreed king it won't change nor birth, Cleaning foul singlet not without mirth, At one's kingdom one shall, at last, berth... The truth in...

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It is if she had wrote the narrative to my life. A foolish man she made me: me thinking that I could exist until then< the day we meet and have the right words to put our future into perspective. "Might the nights of Lovers make me her's". Than might the need of my selfishness makest me her's" What a...

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Touching the shirts loyalty so united in the coat rack... They live to wear ...

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She cannot thread a needle or sew a fancy shirt Her fingers know not gardens or digging in the dirt But she listens to me patiently asks about my...

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Pretty young lady using t-shirt written UGLY PRO, is at risk of kidnapping ... Bearing Man T-Shirt with target drawing and writing SHOOTING, is at risk of be targeted ... Who wears a shirt portrait of UNCLE SAM, run risk of being summoned by american army for being a volunteer soldier in Iraq ... That was in other times ......

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Hot was the room that she sweated a lot, as the maid tired, ironing white shirts for her master who wanted to be dandy when he toyed with the ladies at the ball. 17 November 2020 Double Tetractys 6 Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Eve Roper Picture No 2 Placed 1 ...

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Looking back curiously acquiescent in 4th floor chaos Looking through these dresser drawers of sleepy underclothing Retrospective shirts and tiresome socks, these sheaths of self more coincidental than designed Everything ajar, windows, doors my dresser drawers Clues left coyly in my path by boorish poltergeists Half absent, I impassively apprise their surreptitious ways, ...

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I love Paul Merton I just wish he'd keep his shirt on.... Stop flexing his pecs In front of Ant n Dec, Even Vladimir Putin shows more respect To the long suffering viewer; Paul:- climb out of the sewer, Resist the urge to flash Your naked rippling torso You're rightly famous cos you're so Frivolous and witty It would be a real pity If your elegant...

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Shirts and Summers. Walks post beers. Just another day. Just another way to say; I miss the old 'us' - oh it rusts. Hurts. And I love it. Heat of the weather, Holding each other, Looking at the blue sky, wondering of whose and why, Holding her finger, in warm white shirt of summer, he smiled and sipped water, if not with her,...

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how do for a laugage that speaks to coupling and reproduction that isn't lewd and mean spirted? Wprds that are aimed and directed to create an atmoshere of being together in a spirt of love and togetherness. this Patsor asked members of his church, and churches within his county, to create new words, with new meanings, to define love, and appreciation and fondness , words...

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In my shirts your touch In my tea your moonlit shade In my boat your rhythmic swing Since you left this house All blue-green leaves have wilted Smoke irritates my lone lungs I first tried the books Your intense eyes on each page On bedsheets your brown hairclip I look for warm breath All in vain it's just a void Emptiness crushing my ribs Do you...

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