#sweaters
Sweaters,
Are they made to make us sweat?
Or to look cool on a sunny day?
Maybe just a lazy fit for a lazy mood.
Maybe for comfort. That soft, cosy shield against the cold.
Or maybe.. just maybe..
they’re a quiet symbol of admiration
for someone on the 3rd of December.
Dec 2, 2025
Dec 2, 2025 at 9:22 PM UTC
if the clothes hanging in my closet
start getting bigger
i know
i'm either eating too much
or hiding under sweaters
if they all turn from black to white
i feel like I'm asking for attention
i look in the mirror
and force my smile away
"don't get ahead of yourself
you're losing direction"
i need to feel bad about myself
to get the right motivation
hide under sweaters
that shield me from affection
Aug 13, 2024
Aug 13, 2024 at 12:26 PM UTC
Finally, no longer does she wear sweaters in summer.
- Jay M
October 13th, 2022
Oct 21, 2022
Oct 21, 2022 at 2:34 PM UTC
The sun, shined warmly this morning.
Yet by noon the rain clouds rolled in.
We donned our sweaters and hats.
Yet off they came and the clouds parted
And the sun began to shine.
Facing the sun
It warmed our cheeks
Lifted our souls.
Our hearts understood
Even when it rains
The sun continues to shine
Above and between the clouds.
COVID-19 is just like a little rain
In the larger scheme of Life.
When trouble comes
We don our coats
And remove them
The sun shines hot upon us.
Day after day,
Season after season
Year after year
Looking between the clouds
Lifting our eyes to the Light
Noticing the wheels
Within the wheels
And cycles within cycles
It is the same within
As is above.
The sun in its orbit
With the Earth revolving
And turning upon itself
Inward around the sun.
Season after season
Circling, around
The evolving celestial paths.
Until this too is but a memory of long ago
When the COVID viruses used to roam the earth.
Apr 24, 2020
Apr 24, 2020 at 3:38 AM UTC
I got a new sweater today
Men's section
Of a cheap department store
It's too big on me
Fits like drapery
Concealing my form
That's the only thing I want to do anymore
I don't fit in clothes
Like I don't fit with girls
Too big, too bustless
Their sweaters hug my body
In all the wrong places
But I'm too small for boys
Too young
Too restless
With messy girly hair
And a slim doe's neck
I am not enough for them
I cannot fill their shoes
So I bury myself
In a baggy sweater
Drowning myself
In insecurities
Hoping no one will look closer
Find out what's beneath these clothes
Beneath this skin
Beneath "me"
Jan 13, 2020
Jan 13, 2020 at 12:50 AM UTC
it's the complete opposite of sweater weather,
and for once,
i'm enjoying it.
feeling the hot sand between my toes,
the contrast of the cool waves lapping at my body
as i soak up the sun before i get in,
the all too familiar smell of sunscreen,
that lingers all the way home till i shower off the salt
that formed onto my skin.
the routine that i get into,
clears my head,
making me relish the remaining time i have of it:
the sweet smile of the waitresses once i order my coffee,
already making more plans even when i'm out of the house,
posting pictures of how great i look
without the crippling pressure of school
that weighs down my shoulders.
truly, i don't know how i manage,
when the time eventually rolls around to wear sweaters
Aug 17, 2019
Aug 17, 2019 at 10:04 AM UTC
A mber leaves and golden fields glisten in the morning sun
as farmers work each day to finish the harvest.
After all is done, the warmth of family welcomes them home.
U nfazed by the moonlight, a football field fills to the brim
as school colors filter into the stands full of hopeful fans.
All the while, friends huddle under blankets avoiding the chill.
T rucks fill pumpkin patches as families pick out decorations for
their porches,
and friends enjoy corn mazes, hayrack rides, and haunted trails.
The excitement for Halloween grows like a wildfire as the day
draws near.
U nder each roof, families come together for Thanksgiving:
savory turkey, green beans, and pumpkin pie.
The rest of the day is spent visiting with satisfied appetites.
M any girls search their closets to find sweaters
for warmth and comfort as they try to ward off the crisp autumn
air.
Wrapped in soft, cozy cotton, the evening soon becomes as
exciting as ever.
N othing can compete with all I love about fall:
candy apples, pumpkin spice, sweaters, and fallen leaves.
Needless to say, I am partial to the
chilly nights,
Halloween frights,
and football lights.
Apr 30, 2019
Apr 30, 2019 at 3:12 PM UTC
winter nights,
couch days.
sweater, socks and
no pants.
coffee with half a spoon sugar,
some days i like the bitter and the cold in the chaos.
Nov 7, 2018
Nov 7, 2018 at 8:32 AM UTC
And Love is like sand
You can never hold it
But once you've been to the beach
You'll always find it somewhere,
Glittering in your sweaters.
Nov 22, 2017
Nov 22, 2017 at 9:50 AM UTC
brown ringlets
we fall in love gently like raindrops
Love is not like I think but instead
calm and sweaters and hugs and I feel calm
(for moments here and there)
coconuts and socks I want to
remember the softness of you (your hands)
and the fire of you
the way you cry the way you are earth
I want only to tell you that the way you (are)
sing , dance
make me love you more (often)
platonically.
Nov 1, 2017
Nov 1, 2017 at 12:50 AM UTC
hang the clean laundry
on the rafter
above my head
tired hands
wring out drenched
sweaters
clothing above me dripping,
the drops fall on me
like rain
Mar 13, 2017
Mar 13, 2017 at 9:47 PM UTC
Sweaters may be bad for
lonesome people. Mind you, they don't
make up for a lack of
caresses. They heat the soul;
loose ones make it flirty. But no
cashmere can kiss your neck.
Oct 29, 2016
Oct 29, 2016 at 10:34 PM UTC
A lifelong amount of moments to a matter of seconds in my head, a few drops of liquid in my brain that could have erased all of the miserable feelings in my uneasy gut.
You used to always roll my sleeves up for me, but now my sweaters are in the closet and they're catching dust.
And now winter is coming, but I would have worn them for you in the summer.
Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 7:24 PM UTC
A haze of smoke
Blurs the picture
Lipstick stains the
Cigarette that flickers
Red painted nails
Tap the frozen rails
Champagne bottle,
Dating back to Versailles
Blacked out eyes, matching skin
Bruise alike
**** it with a shot of gin
Little white flowers
Shot with a polaroid
Symbolize my paranoia
Pastel colors litter my eyes
Watching the rain fall
As time flies by
Twinkling Lights of the city skyline
Closed eyes, sip of wine
Hot coffee, big sweaters
Take a sip, enjoy the weather
Old book
Faded maps
And worn out ball caps
Gold jewelry flashed about
Parties thrown in nthe underground
Now I begin, haven't you heard?
Aesthetic is in, what a beautiful word.
Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 2:15 PM UTC
Unknowing, unaware.
Doesn't see, so it doesn't care.
Hanging up - Just like the bones,
Limp and lifeless and no one knows.
By the neck, the hanger holds;
Touched by the dark and growing cold.
The beauty gone, the color faded;
The fight is over, the survivor gave in.
Cursed by the mind, tainted by darkness,
Victim of everything, eyes dull and spark-less.
Nothing left, the coffin closes.
The door shuts early
On the Pink Sweater's Closet.
Aug 5, 2015
Aug 5, 2015 at 10:34 AM UTC
she owned scars,
but also owned,
the best,
sweater collection,
May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 1:18 AM UTC
Oh how I love wearing my sweaters
I wear then in the morning,especially at night
in the cold and summer
in the public and private places
when I fell all soo happy
and also when I'm depressed
It's like a shell
It protects from this dangerous world
the world criticism stings me
giving me a lethal dose of paranoia and sleep deprivation
Well luckily I have my sweaters
It's my cup of Joe
my video game
my secret lover
my special listener
my doctor
my savior
Oh it saves me alright
from the world
isolating me from the world
making me lonely and cold
But it is worth it
oh this world can be dangerous
i don't want my soul to be drain
But eventually when I'm ready
I will break from this cocoon
and spread my wings so that everybody can see
my warmth and salvation
My sweaters
they are nice to have
but it is not meant to be worn for a long time.
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 7:21 PM UTC