Sweatshirt Poems - Poems about 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...

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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...

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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....

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

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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...

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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...

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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...

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