Sleeved Poems - Poems about Sleeved

...… Throughout my life, the same phrase has been repeated to me- “no means no.” The concept of refusing an action you’re uncomfortable abetted me towards hope; growing up, distraught was brought upon......Read the rest...

...Knew just what she wanted to say, that’s what she steadfastly believed; Jazzed to write this poet at play, clever words with rhythm are weaved; No longer with that spirit sleeved ghost whispers ......Read the rest...

... Look in my closet and what will you see? First is the shoe holder hung on the side of its door. It holds shoes sometimes not matched up and some I rarely wore! Tightly pressed together are m......Read the rest...

...the dentist told my friend his teeth are great we toast this and say to him, "you will live forever" as his dog licks my sweaty legs we talk menus and car milage and the discovery that ther......Read the rest...

...SARTORIAL SELF-PORTRAIT Even as a young man, I dressed just like my dad. ‘Clothes are what defines you,’ Was a saying my mother had. But now I’ve retired from the city, Per......Read the rest...

...Uncertain if my one man pep rally appeals to thee most amazing, daring, grueling... youngest aspirant to restore Earth in the balance predicated upon uncomfortable truth. The old geezer here would be......Read the rest...

...we got new red shirts from the PTA on Monday It was comfy, so I wore it to school on Tuesday. Then I texted McBride, my bestie. Wear your new red shirt, I said, we can be twins. She texted back......Read the rest...

...Embrace the Day Before manscaping with my hair trimmer, my arm hair army wrapped further, further around my cylindrical arms, like wheat stalks before the harvest. All atilt in a summertime wi......Read the rest...

...Elasticated waistbands, at what age? Comfortable trousers are all the rage. For a mature figure and the oversized, Some teenager's just take the rise. Long-sleeved shirts in summer months Cove......Read the rest...

...Through shoeless feet I feel The ground trembling I thrust my fist into the air And pump it up and down The blast of the horn drives me back a step I yell, but my voice will not rise above the b......Read the rest...

...I should've worn a longer-sleeved shirt-- then maybe now my arms wouldn't hurt!......Read the rest...

...Ask my parents. They’ll tell you, my favorite phrase, growing up was, “I can do it all by myself.” One day, I sat, spinning the top of my Flintstones vitamin bottle, wondering, how many spins until t......Read the rest...

...In the seventies we thought we were modern Utmost chic, sassy, on the cutting edge. With our bell bottom slacks And our bell sleeved shirts and dresses Perhaps we were. Everyone had the same pat......Read the rest...

...Bully me you, I exemplified archetypal scapegoat Even as an old curmudgeon, aye pucker and raspily suction, albeit toothless mouth drawing reminiscent guffaws affecting (think feeble attempt ......Read the rest...

...We did not have air conditioning when I was a child I spent my time outdoors in the summer, browning like a cinnamon roll I loved it! We have air conditioning now, but I drive my car without it......Read the rest...