Short Sleeves Poems
Short Sleeves Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Sleeves by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Sleeves by length and keyword.
wipe your sleeves back and forth
The magic blue sprite
from golden spout arose
And with dead poets charm
filled childhood days
Fog floats around
There's no sound, damp
Is bound to leaves
Drips from eaves, coats
My sleeves, soon leaves
When we
Are young
And tall
We think that
That we know
It all
Wearing our
Heart on
Our sleeves
Falling through life
Like autumn leaves
cold breeze
makes freeze
long sleeves
me squeeze
warm jeans
soothe veins
hot drink
I wink
tight hug
sweet snug
6 December 2022
Black sky. Brown trees. Orange leaves.
Red blood. Blue sea. Green sleeves.
Yellow sun. Grey roads. White moon.
Golden sand. Purple rain. Silver spoons.
my favorite black dress
safety pins and red roses
made by my mother
rick rack on the sleeves
three rows in different colors
adorned with white lace
...tarred ticker was tucked beneath
the slackened sleeves of soaked spleen;
but now, her gaze sets it free...
'21:01:09:21:57
Note: of hoisted heart.
The sky is filled with happy things.
Every bird that I know tunes up and sings.
But somewhere up there, a butterfly grieves.
Gossamer wings don't fit into sleeves.
Sometimes things go your way like a snap,
In life’s bumpy non-existent road map.
But if it isn’t all peaches and cream,
Roll up your sleeves and fight for your dream!
Jack Daniels could grow very mellow;
They called him a jolly, good fellow.
But, strange as it seems,
The good fellow turned green,
When he fell in a tub of lime Jell-o.
The trees save our secrets in their leaves,
And the stars offer guidance to the lost.
Wear your heart on your lips, not your sleeves,
And walk with me, fingers uncrossed.
I may have to double-down
roll up my sleeves
shake things up,
get mad at something - anything,
but it's Sunday
so I think I will put off
being pissed off
until Monday.
a sun-kissed morn
after
the haze of dawn,
vapor trails
the afternoon sky
sleeves of cloud
pillow my eye:
long shadows
detail the dusk
evening so suddenly
becomes night
Morning Shift!
I hear my heart beats
thump!thump!thump!
like running under the sun's heats.
I feel my sweat carress my cheeks
down, down, through my sleeves
Morning Rush!
12/10/21
Form:
Haigh! Ye from Emerald Isles
Sky and seas hide in your eyes
Wear green pride on your sleeves
Stepdance, play harp and lyres
Wear a fresh shamrock, Pray
Happy Saint Patrick's day!
Love, it is like trying to nail Jell-O to a wall/tree,
or trying to catch a big yellow bee.
Love is like wearing your heart on your sleeves,
never knowing them or ourselves or thieves.
Diatonic tree's,
slimy grease,
clanky careens-
and dodgy reefs,
slogs of sleeves
of Bogs of things,
one character breathe's,
another is obscene,
have you not heard of a ...
My heart's handsprings
foretell the weather
As warmth sweeps in
on robin's feather
Knit cap's removed
Sleeves bare white arms ~
Delicate flower-petals sway
Spring's charms in April-May
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starched shirts hang low,
their sleeves pointing east and west—
directions she taught me
when clouds swallowed the compass.
this laundry, my childhood sky.
Manly dusted with cologne, bowing with a rose;
Rolling up those silken sleeves, he is so vintage;
His smile becomes a backflip, a ‘Wow’ in shocked eyes;
Showstopper noticing me, rouge so roughly raised.
her
first
impression
made me
roll up
my
sleeves
her
last
impression
will be dripping
off
our
leaves
ever lasting impression buried beneath the evergreens
?
Little tan fox hood was leaping in the leaves
We watched him turn suddenly and examine his sleeves
He brought out some twigs and branches, and a walnut.
The director of the play yelled out “That’s a cut!”
Deep red holly berries against dark shiny green leaves
Amazingly familiar Christmas music pulled out of sleeves
Familiar voices in harmony, singing carols with glee
Holiday magic is in full swing if you ask me
The most beautiful mystery
Like deep brown eyes
or treacherous lies
Like hidden secrets
or hidden regret
you try to forget
Like long sleeves
Autumn leaves
or who to be
Like fake smiles
hurt hearts
abstract art
Wear short sleeves, support the right to bare arms
Now that's silly... I apologize but don't be alarmed
In this day and age
Be on the right page
Short sleeves indicate you ain't just off the farm