Jeans: A Poem
I wish I could shrug you off,
Like a well-worn pair of jeans,
That I grew out of,
When I was 17.
I wish we could have stayed together,
But we slowly stretched apart,
Like reluctant seams separating,
That were fated from the start.
I wish I could shrug you off,
Like a well-worn pair of jeans,
That I grew out of,
When I was 17.
I thought I'd lost you forever,
But you still live on in my head,
Like a stain on all my thoughts,
You're still hanging by a thread.
I wish I could shrug you off,
Like a well-worn pair of jeans,
That I grew out of,
When I was only 17.
Poetry Reading
Comments
Effective repetition of the first stanza! And there's something very immediate and stylish about carefully ripped jeans, isn't there?
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vocalcoach: Thank you! I think most of us have felt this way at one time or another. Thanks for sharing!
You have put into words an experience we've all had at one time or the other. Wonderfully done! Sharing.
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NateB11: Thank you so much! I appreciate your kind words. :)
This is a poem of beautiful simplicity with metaphor that captures heartache and longing, words that bring out the character and quality of heart-rending love that remains when the person loved is gone.
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