[poetry challenge] Write a four verse poem about a piece of clothing you own.
 

It doesn’t have to rhym and it doesn’t have to be sweet. It'll be fun. (this is NOT a competition, it's just more poetry!)

Just write, and see what happens. I’ll start.


Damn Baggy Pants

I hate those wide-leg pants with the looseness and all.
They don’t look nice; they slow me down to a crawl.
Next time I’ll be sure to by pants that fit.
No more baggy pants; no more of that ugly shit.

As, I look around.
Blue, Black, white, red and brown.
Each one for a different sport.
Don't it seem I have too many shorts?

My old shirts worn, a bit threadbare
But when I wear it, I have no care
It's my favorite, it's kinda blue,
Its the one I wore, when I met you

I hate this tie

I feel the steam rising from your mocha flavored curiosity.
Do you feel the condensation brewing from my stinging animosity?
Listen to my adams apple thump rhythmic with my anger,
Because next time I get to be choosy, I'm leaving you on the hanger.

Woohoo keep it giong!

J.R.V.A. and SnotGoblin I like your poems! Yall are really good too, I sortuh didn't expect you all to be <i>that</i> good. :)

Plain White T-Shirt
Pop culture's crap rules I don't heed,
A plain white t-shirt's all I need,
Its easily stained by dirt and food,
But when its clean - damn I look good :D

The Power To Believe
Watching the reactions of the people in the street,
Its sad to see that most of them are square enough to hit,
They wouldn't know a good band if I stamped it 'cross my sleeve,
I wear King Crimson's touring shirt, the Power To Believe

Hehe this is loads of fun.

Thanks sub

My missing sock is troubling me
I think it left to be set free
It hates to warm my stinky toes
Down there where all the fungi grows


I used to wear the old bum huggers
then boxers came and I was glad
Now I wear the cotton ones
it seems to be a briefly fad

Thanks sub! :)

When I get down and blue,
I look to find my favorite shoes.

These are the ones that you know of,
the ones that fit you like a glove.

Soft and squshy they are just so right,
Tie the laces but not too tight.

Who would think that a simple shoe,
Could lift you out of a bad mood.

its just a simple shirt, right?
frayed and plain, broadcloth white
worn by a father long gone
through sleeves my hands follow his, but not as strong.

I take my memories with me,
Ripped tattered torn,
but keeping me content.
the love for my shirt will never be patched

Everyone tells me to change my shirt colors
They all insist I let go
Yet no one see the irony
Of my greens and browns resemble my geckos!


I never ever loved my face
But when I go out I wear good taste (or I did)
Bright shirts, clashing ties
How I never get bored seeing the emotion I bring through another’s eyes

My underpants, they are usually clean enough
Except when I have eaten lots of greasy stuff
Because then when I sneeze really hard
They become brown when I fart.

I love my boots, they're leather after all
The cowboy kind, with the heels kinda tall
They get old and soft, they match my feet
Old leather boots are just hard to beat

I have some others, for biker trips
They're scratched and rough and have some rips
I like to ride in em, the toes are steel
They stay on the pegs, with a low cut heel

I have others, I would hate to lose em
With lots of care is how I choose em
Shoes are nice, if you dress that way
But for me, boots are here to stay