#jeans poems on Hello Poetry

emma hunt david Dec 2018

everytime it gets cold and dark i am surprised by how cold and dark it is even though i've lived here for 20 years and every year it gets cold and it gets dark

this is my favorite pair of jeans.
they fit my legs tight and then loose and the color keeps to itself.

this is my favorite sweater.
it keeps me warm and it’s the color of moss.

i’ve been wearing the same shirt for three days, but i’ve showered between those days
i’ve been seeing you for a week but you’ve talked to your girlfriend between those days.
my neighbor threw my clothes on the floor cause he needed the dryer
so now i have to wash them all over again and i don’t have $3,
the machine ate two so i only have one left

your copy of rear window is on my floor.
your copy of monty python is on my floor.

thick hair, thick hands, thick wool,
i’m thinning but you’re only getting warmer

i’m tired of men entering my life and taking all of my heat right before winter comes.

#winter #sweater #jeans #cold #wisconsin #thick #hair #hands #machine #wool

the ethereal girl Oct 2018

blue eyes

i’ve been told
many times
that my eyes
are the color
of the ocean.
just like my
mom’s eyes.

the color of
the sky after
a rain storm,
young flowers,
a little lighter
than the blue
on a walmart bag,
a worn jean jacket.

i think i like
ocean the best-
i miss it the most.

#ocean #eyes #sky #jeans #flower #young #walmart #rain #storm

Anya Oct 2018

Blue Jeans

My mom got me a pair
of blue jeans
I never used to wear
Buttoning and zipping
was a pain

Then we got a dress code
And jeans
Only,
I could wear
But not blue
Too casual

And so they sat forgotten
...
Until a few years later
In a rush
I grabbed something
to wear
and it was
...
...
...
My blue jeans

And you know what? I don't look half bad.

#blue #jeans #clothes #cute #fun #wear #forgotten #growth #growing #up

rosie Jun 2018

“jeans”

it’s funny how passion that fills you up to overflow and floods through your system can fade so fast.

like your favorite pair of jeans, made to last, but one day you look back and they aren’t the same.
they don’t fit the same way,
the color isn’t there.
the brightness and perfect feeling is gone.
and yeah they still fit, but it’s gone from a ****, heady-feeling fit to a soft comfortable daily-existence fit. i don’t know if i’m talking about jeans anymore.

passion fades, so do jeans.

but that doesn’t mean your favorite pair of jeans isn’t still your favorite pair. it’s just a different kind of favorite, they’re your favorite because they’ve stuck through it all with you, because there’s memories with those jeans, because there’s nostalgia and pictures and good times and god suddenly that passion is flooding through you again, rich and full and sweeter now.

so what if passion fades, you had it. it’s in there somewhere, and there’s nothing quite like those jeans to bring it back out of you.

shower thoughts...thank you to any readers **

#love #passion #fading #jeans #shower #thoughts #rambling #mind

John Michael Biely Jun 2018

What's within a dream

But the drifting shadows of memories once made.
Life's little whisps of time
that beam from the glittering eyes of loved ones
Gently mixing with the water colors
of sentiment and desire
Forever painting our slumbering wishes
across the eternal pages
of hopeful tomorrows

Another poem inspired by the beauty in my life

#arcane #dreams #blue #jeans #inspiration

Aa Harvey Jun 2018

The unspoken truth of desire

The Unspoken Truth of Desire

A woman’s hair is as important as her cup size.

Jeans **** your beautiful legs and strangle your thighs.

I like the fact your *** looks big in that.

When you are full of lust, you find new eyes.

(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

#attraction #women #image #beauty #legs #jeans #*** #lust #eyes

John Michael Biely May 2018

A moth in a butterfly's net

I found myself
Staring into an ancient rythym
The mustang narrowed its eyes within my ribs and pounded on.

Waves of machine thunder
Broke against my mind,
Washed away with my consciousness,
And played there
Like spent dandelions upon an autumn breeze.

In that maelstrom of indigos and ether, lightening split the void
And I just fell...
My layers and lies, suddenly too thin to keep,
Fell away exposing the wilds of my dreams. Refracting my every wonder unto the waters of time that spilled there in eternal complexity.

And then? she simply blinked.

I barely know you, so why is it that your presence feels so much like home. Is this love at first sight? I think I'm in trouble...and I am perfectly ok with that. :)

#love #falling #simple #blue #jeans #arcane #eyes

John Michael Biely May 2018

The echo of everything

when you are around
I feel endless
Like memory
Cascading from
The mouth
Of love.

The thought of you
Is like the fire
You sleep next to
On the cold and lonely nights
When the only thing between
You and oblivion
Are the very stars
That invited you there
In the first place.
you are the echo
Of everything.
You
are the inescapable mirror
That I have somehow
NEVER been afraid to gaze in.

#arcane #blue #jeans #love