Blue Jeans Poems - Poems about Blue Jeans

Blue jeans surround me blue jeans all around me Blue jeans everywhere I look blue jeans in every store and shuk * *open-air marketplace, bazaar Chicago, Houston, Detroit, L.A. ...

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1950’s wear teenage boys loved them less scraped knees for sure girls wanted them too they can be frayed dressy or plain embroidery them or add some lace solid blue workman pants dungarees daily denim jeans...

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No! The blue jeans screamed. We do not stretch that far! The people driving by began laughing it up in the car. They had seen the old woman who had eaten a moon and a star. She waddled into the house clutching a huge candy bar. Please no! The blue jeans screamed as she sat on the bed. She pulled...

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Held you in the light of faded blue jean memories Starring down the contour of your thighs kissing gently the dimples of your knees starting to squeeze your ankles too tight. That’s when you threw me off of you ‘round midnight train stopped playing that deep blue music we listened to last night stand swore there would never be another chance you would give me to make it “all-right” Fighting each other not letting go Fine! “Good-Bye” we...

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Glancing at the darkest night A sparkling jewel I see She shineth down on me She is the prettiest I have seen So very sparkly is she As she twinkles up above She truly is the one I love Though not in blue jeans not at all For she is dressed up for a ball...

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i got the holes in my pants the hard way.....work. John G. Lawless 5/7/2022...

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tattered and torn these old jeans like a frayed soul beyond repair still catch eyes of onlookers as i walk by patches hide the threads and worn out seams from view dirtied then washed with tears yet stains remain some things can”t be cleaned nor replaced...

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You’re screaming at me through the kitchen door I’m not quite as pretty as the one before Her ripped blue jeans keep staring at me In trouble again for the way I clean The neighbors complain every time we fight And I’m not quite sure if I ever was right He won’t throw away her damn blue jeans Got...

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(Re Old Poems) 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 rain, water soaking into her and every pore of fibre of her...

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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 softening things, Dungarees included. They shaped themselves to your needs, became...

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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 her guitar, the perfect pitch of her voice, natures smile. She is...

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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 a glorious name Its river bed with shell like rocks once...

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I'm a country boy who needs you The first time you're washed you bleed blue You go with all of my T-shirts If I rip you I will be hurt As crisp as Mississippi's air I still will wear you with a tear You are something I'll never share Got four or five favorite pair Something I won't trade khakis for Brown as bags...

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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 book, jeans and bare feet, onto the deck the morning to greet. Toenails are...

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My fondest memory is dancing in the grass. Putting on mini shows for mom and dad with class. Neil Diamond consuming the air with "Rhythm in Blue Jeans" the song sang like a prayer. Still to this day it's my suit of armor Fancy or casual They're a real charmer. They always make me feel at home Wherever I go I'm never alone. I am from Texas we wear...

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