Short Sleeveless Poems
Short Sleeveless Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Sleeveless by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Sleeveless by length and keyword.
slacks, sandals, sleeveless tops
morning gear in the ‘Sip
corduroys, snow boots, winter coats
when afternoon temperatures dip
bare shoulders ripple
straining with unseen weight
scarred biceps bulge
saturated by interior rain
veins bursting forth
exploding from darkness
forearms swell abnormally
hiding suppressed emotion
fingers clutch frantically
for a heart shattering......
Fall's levitating leaves,
wafting on gentle breeze.
Each one vainly believes
it can fly high with ease.
Colors beg hearts to cease!
Kaleidoscopic trees
wave wild without surcease,
flailing sleeveless chemise,
bringing one to one's knees.
Radiant days to please!
Your old sleeveless cut-off
is still hanging on my doorknob
and when she came over
yesterday
we both saw it
-kind of awkward actually
-kind of funny actually
she stuttered,
trying to make things right between us
I didn't say much
poor,poor girl
Doesn't she remember how
bad you treated me?
rain dis-explained mood
umbrella’s up & at ‘em
and ready to pack
Past night’s wind whipped me
into a wild frenzy
sleeveless sun-soak
light shorts, aloe, and sunscreen
sunglasses and party things
feet lightly bound in sneakers
to hit French Quarter pavement
green skies, non-blue mood
not oppressive; hands shaking
branches friendly grip
no shades of sunny yellow
smiley faces all around
I saw you
tip toe through the change
Unflatteringly and seamlessly
You turned from Summer to August
The forebode was bothered
I was sleeveless until you found me
That Tempest wind
with its own perilous sermonizing
The dull fruits were harbingers
from another's basket
Clumps of tenderized grass
ebbing in its lost impress
You scoffed at me
whilst I unwelcomed you
Ill affording me
in the ruffled cross hairs
of spite
Morning
My Muse
Floral gym shoes
Terry aqua sleeveless dress
Eggs frying on my stove
Whole wheat toast, aroma utterly entrancing
Brazilian Bossa Nova notes filling all rooms
Floral tablecloth embracing sparkling utensils, glasses dishes, cups
Smiling, red petunias rest on the shiny, tall microwave
Saying grace, hands folded in the kitchenette, her holy place
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Woman with spineless dresses
And men with sleeveless shirts,
Boys with Scary custom's
And girls with gentle toys,
Crying babies, and singing cats
Dogs born from the dark:
So they bark to be heard,
No bones and whistles for wolves,
No man's best friend?
Just howls at the moon,
Venus upon the eastern sphere's
Standing naked on water and stared by everyone,
A selfie: flash! as she gets captured
Lighting strikes and all get's purged
There is a new fashion range
Launching in the spring
And if you are of certain bent
Then for you it’s just the thing
There will be corduroy trousers
With a very high waist
And knitted sleeveless sweaters
To suit every taste
Jackets will be of Harris Tweed
With leather elbow patches
Shirt collars will button down
On a tie that never matches
So when will these hit the shops?
Is that the question I hear?
Be patient it will be with us soon
And it’s known as Boffin wear
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