Sweaters Poems - Poems about Sweaters

I like to wear Christmas sweaters in June To show that it can be done To see who will try and fix me or correct me It brings the bosses out of the woodwork. Also because I probably did not find them until this week...

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The old sweaters that I wear on cold summer evenings once belonged to someone who left long ago because those long light-filled nights were filled with both sad and happy reflections that no sweater could comfort them from....

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You've read my rant from yesterday About those Christmas Letters But one thing just disturbs me Those Ugly Christmas Sweaters!!! You know the ones we love to hate They're all so scratchy and they itch You can barely get the damn thing on And to remove it...it's a *****!! Pictures of things Christmassy Like a reindeer all in red Mine looks like an emaciated...

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In Europe, they call it Autumn In America, they call it Fall I’m looking for it, “Hum” … But it’s not here at all! The leaves are hanging on And plenty are still green Feels like Summer is not gone Like nothing I’ve ever seen! Yesterday was eighty-six Today will be eighty-two The climate’s playing tricks And I don’t know what to do! My sweaters hang and...

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Dedicated to my Moma Mom’s loving hands made precious Barbie’ clothes, my son’s small sweater I display in pose, and our blanket of unique square patterns. Our cute child animal mittens were cool. Wool surrounds me, comforts me, love is wool. ...

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