Plaid Poems - Poems about Plaid

He said he was bringing her plaid flowers today. Pandas exaggerate, right? I said to Aunt Fay. Not this one, he is pretty level-headed and true. Okay, I said but plaid flowers make sense to you? I am just saying he has been totally honest, she said. He comes over every morning at six to be fed. Why don’t you stick...

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He dreams in electric themes draping around the armchairs he wheezes down time Across feral fields his eyes skims the scenery His shadow silhouetted by the evening sun aware of the amolaly recalling a spectral youth...

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My mother had three magazines coming monthly in the sixties. Women’s Day, Redbook and Ladies Home Journal. American Girl Magazine made its debut, and she bought if for us. My twin and I. I remember thinking “who dresses like this?” With the first edition. By the third month I had to have white go go boots. And a short plaid skirt. But of...

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The plaid couch was well-built in 1972. We purchased it brand new from a ritzy furniture store. I was not fond of the plaid, but it was fairly inexpensive. Little Plaid could tell stories about my potato chip binges. Many of them ended up in bits under her cushions. Her Scotch guard was remarkable. She is fifty-one years old now. Sitting in...

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Old red plaid shirt blew off the line with ease. One July day with a gentle breeze, Farmer’s wife came out to peek into old deep freeze. She was now standing in meat up to her knees. Old farmer came out and asked with “please”… Can you find my shirt up in the trees? The wife stopped smiling. There were no...

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rainbow idea we need prisms in prison uplifting inmates plaid idea We need design on shirts even on Fox News women paisley idea We need to bring back the joy of the sixties But leave the Viet Nam War behind...

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plaid announces self variety of colors speaks rather clearly in children’s jumpers or fanciest Scottish kilt keen stability plaid fosters feelings upon arrival saying blue collar working mans fodder powerful in every way plaid picks up a rake plaid is confident marching in pleats and jackets generational...

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With days so bland, I must find color where I can Panoramic Plaid Underscores Sunrise grinds dark and fine, aroma transcending tranquil skies a smoky gray ~ the saffron and blue grass 1/29/2020...

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my favorite plaid shirt smells of her perfume letting memories saunter in like she did to a room now that it's all over what else is there to do except to wear my favorite plaid shirt that smells of her perfume...

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My dream of yesterday I'm calling under caress of a plush plaid, What was that? And who won? Who's falling? Who was defeated? What is bad? I think again, I change my thinking, Anew I feel the sweetest pain, Say, was it love of just a winking, I have no word for it again. Who was the prey? Who was the hunter? All is...

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ANDREW’S PLAID Oh Please Oh Please, Oh is it So? Make him Stand, make him Grow. To What end do They come, And to what end do They Go! Looking High and Low for Your Kingdom. Indeed looking, very High and very Low. In Weakness and in Health Those Which are Poor will be Rich. But Those which are Rich will be Richer....

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Vagabond brothers in plaid patchwork socks Crossing the street between stripes painted yellow Stretching the avenue half past the hour Dodging the drunk, he’s a staggering fellow Grabbing a smoke from the stack on the corner Begging a match that just isn’t the same Identical twins from a different mother Thinking the postman holds most of the blame Belting a chorus while changing...

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I love to see a person clad In skirt or sweater made of plaid. A shirt or scarf works just as well; No stripes or dots can parallel. In Scotland, once, I went to see A mammoth Tartan factory. Each pattern has a special name And certain ones have gained acclaim. My closet has a wide selection, Plaids I wear with great affection. Wardrobes must...

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My crayon color is greenish plaid Cause monochromatic is sad...

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His silence outlines His beauty As does His shy demeanor A small tug of His faded plaid shirt sends me into blind ecstasy Mutual acquaintances have brought US together But not nearly as together as I’d like Waist; Body; Beauty; Smile A shy smile with His eyes down Bliss He gives me a loud peace Heart, jumping in my throat Will this ever be? Leaving him Irks me Twists me Burns me But I must Unaware He is of my lust for Him Pushing me into the unknown Without the satisfaction of Knowing Him Having Him or Loving Him I’m Left with my lust and...

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