Best Jeans Poems

That day by the lake,
tattered jeans and old t-shirts,
my hand in your back pocket as we walked,
your thumb
hooked over the top of my waistband.
It was hot,
...damned hot.

You tilted your hat at a silly angle and laughed,
I looked over and thought
'Hot,
...damned hot'

Smiles exchanged and then a...

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"I've rode the range now fer nigh on sixty years,
Brandin' dogies and ropin' them wily Hereford steers.
When I come to the end of the trail, I don't want no big scenes.
Boys, jes' wrap me in my hoss's blanket and bury me in my jeans!"

"I don't...

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My jeans are all piled into three groups
From thin to as wide as hoola-hoops
     Diets are such tedium
     Finally back at medium
Efforts to get there would shock our troops

With nineteen pounds lost in just six weeks
I’m once...

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Old men in blue jeans

Dungarees – that’s what they were called,
heavy, blue denim, metal button fly -
form that followed function.  The “cuffs” were
rolled up because inseam sizing and “pre-worn”
softened and frayed only occurred if you got
them from an older sibling.

Time has a way of...

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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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A gaggle of girls lounging in the sun,
In the green grass many pairs of legs, stretched out
clad in their blue jeans.
My old pair, many memories...
In them I dug into the garden soil,
planting my spring flowers; my jeans grubby.
A girl gamboling in the...

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 She wears her kindness,
a full length gown
 as if it were a pair of baby blue jeans
 soft in color, tough in its fabric.

She is adorned in silk 
refracts incoming ideas 
produces her own.

Like the shimmer 
of this same silk 
she is brilliant!

Her embrace is boundless.
Her exuberance unmatched.

She is "music".
Paints with the bold strokes of...

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You tightly-jeaned fellas 
outlining your phallus
leave me amazed and a-ponder
I'm amused but bemused:
are there girls who have use
for what resembles a wee anaconda?

Do they worship your shrine
or it’s all in your mind
fed with waccies instead of good food?
It's decidedly viable
to have one more pliable
than the...

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The young man stood at the bus stop waiting for the bus
Along came the sexiest looking young lady he ever saw  
She had on tight, stretched blue denims that marked her curves
Her shape was as the Coca Cola bottle as the saying goes

“Hi princess,...

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She looked in the mirror
and giggled with pleasure
to see that she wore
her old clothes from her teens.
But then she recalled
that she wore them in pregnancy -
laughing out loud,
she still loved her old jeans.


Jack Horne for Nette's 'It's in the Jeans.'...

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To trade through the Pacific Ocean
An undeniable dream for nations
Never mind pollution and all its ramifications
The Pearl, China’s third longest river
As blue jeans take the world
Their warmth should make us shiver.

The ecosystem easily raped and plundered
By blue jeans, have you never wondered?
The River Pearl what...

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Five days of blue jeans.
Five days of bare feet.
My mini-vacation
is surely a treat.

It's sunny and warm
and summer is near.
The chair on the deck
is calling "Come here !"

All thoughts of my job
are pushed out of my mind.
If this isn't heaven
it's the closest I'll find.

With coffee and...

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No matter the what, when, or where, 
jeans compliment what you wear.
The chic cheek,
country sleek
new Frankie, Brazil Roxx seek stare.

The high roller’s dream, boots to mate.
Smooth curved hips most appreciate.
That slow, I don’t care
teasing derriere,
a mind of its own to undulate.

A walk slowly hypnotizing,
eyes with...

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About This Poem
 It's In The Jeans
 The young man stood at the bus stop waiting for the bus
Along came the sexiest looking young lady he ever saw  
She had on tight, stretched blue denims that marked her curves
Her shape was as the Coca...

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When did it become kosher to show your butt
Jeans hanging down showing your you-know-what
The crack in your hide
And hairiness besides
Should be a law to control these guys as they strut


© Jack Ellison 2015...

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