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waiting for my new sweatshirt

Sweatshirts are my favorite clothes
Warm and cuddly, comfy too
I have many as my husband knows
In red, pink, green, gray and blue

My husband has bought me a little gift
A Foghorn Leghorn orange sweatshirt
It will be my favorite if you get my drift
For the prime driver I will stay alert

Categories: sweatshirt, me,
Form: Rhyme

My All Time Favorite Sweatshirt

My favorite sweatshirt was fluorescent orange
There was a cartoon rooster on it, Foghorn Leghorn
It was cuddly and comfy, I wore it a lot in seventh grade.
It cost me three dollars in 1964
My favorite shirt ever
I saved my own money to buy it
This was when I was making twenty-five cents an hour babysitting

Categories: sweatshirt, nostalgia,
Form: Free verse

Inhale

When I inhale,
I still feel 
a rush

I smell
The feeling:
It was more 
than a crush

The touch
Was fleeting,

So why do I 
Still want you 
so much?

Your heart beating
I once smelled this smell 
on you
But now,
that isn’t true

Just an 
old 
discarded 
sweatshirt,

as 
forgotten 
as me 
and you.

Categories: sweatshirt, absence, boyfriend, break up,
Form: Rhyme

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Two Sneakers Frayed Jeans Sweatshirt With Hood

two sneakers frayed  jeans sweatshirt with hood
thrown overnight on the floor
waiting lazily just  for 
another chance at glory
and story 
time fame

Categories: sweatshirt, life, youth,
Form: Free verse

Life Is a Hooded Sweatshirt

I wear a sweatshirt because I feel hidden. Behind this sweatshirt that I wear is a symbol of me. I’m like a tree. I'm quiet I stand tall and proud. These pretty leave that I carry surround me in a leafy blanket. When my hood is up I feel safe from the outsiders. That’s why

Categories: sweatshirt, life,
Form: Free verse

Einsteins Big Gray Sweatshirt

while most consider einstein to be one of the most
brilliant minds
to ever have graced our human history,
there is one rumor that needs to be dispelled
when considering the man’s
wardrobe---
there are those that say he wore the same brown suit
for the majority of his life & that
he had piles of the same exact tie,
as well as the

Categories: sweatshirt, life,
Form: Free verse

Ode To a Shrunken Sweatshirt

It wasn't that she couldn't read
It was just instructions she failed to heed
For on the back was a washing label
100% fact, 0% fable
Perhaps she thought it was a lie
"Drip dry" "Drip dry" "Drip dry"
 
Before they were washed the fit was roomy
And I would say it's safe to assumey
That deep within her Christmas heart
She longed

Categories: sweatshirt, funny
Form: Rhyme