Short Sweatpants Poems
Short Sweatpants Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Sweatpants by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Sweatpants by length and keyword.
I'm a mind raper
I'm a fine rapper
You'd better stay out of my way
Cause my nine's always strapped
Even on laundry day
Got my glock tucked in my sweatpants
Quarter cup of Tide® Enhance™
Roll up to the laundromat
You want yo titties autographed?
Categories:
sweatpants, allah,
Form:
Italian Sonnet
Quiet Sunday morning.
Tantrums of birds
In the mystery
Of magic distance.
Backyard patio cigarette
Wafts smoke through
The brisk fresh
Air, and me
Waiting to propel
Through the wooded
Green, like prophets
Hungry for salvation.
My December sweatpants;
Not to be denied.
Categories:
sweatpants, nature
Form:
Free verse
stop traffic and cause accidents
dudes try to holla whether I'm in stilettos or chancletas (flip flops)
fresh to def or on some "sweatpants, du- rag" bumish
I still get the attention
looks,stares and grins
on the bus or subway
even just going to do "compra" (grocery shopping) at the bodega
I get double takes
though I try to avoid the attention
I still get double takes from both men and women
Categories:
sweatpants, life
Form:
I do not know?
One day I appear in the supermarket
in sweatpants and T.
Stained nocturnal, I drive my son to a concert,
then sleep in that T, eat breakfast in that T,
wear that T all day,
shamble into the night.
I have entered the middle,
the shambling center
that is the patched heart
of aging.
Days are thrown together,
nights hang on the backs of a chairs,
rumpled mornings enter the evening
unchanged.
Categories:
sweatpants, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
One day I appear in the supermarket
in sweatpants and T.
Stained nocturnal, I drive to a fast-food restaurant
then sleep in that T, eat breakfast in that T,
wear that T all day,
then slapdash my way into the night.
I have entered the shambling center
that is the patched-up heart of aging,
where night hangs on the backs of chairs,
and rumpled mornings enter the evening
ever willing to un-change.
Categories:
sweatpants, poetry,
Form:
Free verse