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Love Poems About Hoodie or Hoodie Love Poems
by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories: funny, grandchild, grandfather, grandmother, grandparents, grandson, love hurts,

Lost the Remote in the Living Room

I lost the remote in the living room.
On Saturday.
My husband and I ran around looking and looking.
At first it was just the couch pillows, we were looking through.
An hour into it we had made what looks like a bon fire,
Tipping over couches, recliners, and such.
We broke a couple of tables.
Hey, wait, my husband reminded me.
Merlin was here today.
I called Merlin’s mommy, our daughter.
She said, "Oh, darn. We just found it. We thought it
was the one we lost a couple of weeks ago."

Merlin is our two year old grandson
Whom we apparently did not watch
As well as we should have the 
5 hours he was here.
He is going to have to
Leave his hoodie and
His diapers at home.



by PENINNAH NGANGA |
Categories: love, missing you,

KNOWLEDGE MY HABIBI AND I LAZY WRITE

ERICK VERSION
 
Well,I'll paint my face red
sharpen my spear
i am on the pad of war.
I will put foot to work here.
knowledge is my weapon.
A Chinese in Hong Kong make me mad
i will kick his ***.  

MY VERSION
 
I'll put on my hoodie
spears on my back
gladiators on my feet
head to the jungle.
Knowledge will be my shield.
This war i must win.
Any soldier that stand between
victory and i
their *** i will kick. 

(Just a way for us  to ease the pain of the distance and spaces between us!)

by Jackie Green |
Categories: son

Danny

Danny

How proud am I to say your mine
you’ve grown up strong and true
From little boy with deep blue eyes
To lad with hair like … glue

You are my little hoodie
I would not change a thing
Your bright and kind and loving
You are my everything

With all that you achieve 
Shows who you really are
All the steps you take my love
Will challenge you by far

by Julie Portwood |
Categories: me, love, me,

Hoodies

I like to wear hoodies.
They keep me warm.
I own no coat.
I almost always have a hoodie on
Sometimes even in the summer.
Hoodies make me feel better,
Its like a shield.
It makes me feel a little less insecure
It can also serve as a comfy pillow
I love hoodies.
I wear the hood to hide from humanity,
To go off into my own little world.
Hoodies are great.
They come in zip ups and pullovers.
Heavy and thin
And various colors.
I love hoodies.


by Poet Lazey |
Categories: emotions, feelings, girlfriend, love, poetry, relationship, soulmate,

She 'Part 2'

A she now mine,
A she made time.
    A she instincts cool,
    A she minimizing blue.

A she daydreaming,
A she leaning still.
    A she toying glee,
    A she living free.

A she and her hoodie,
A she and her fringe.
    A she reflecting smile,
    A she reinventing style.

A she intentionally indifferent,
A she intimating significance.
    A she simplifying stealing,
    A she modernizing meaning.

by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories: 10th grade, 11th grade, 12th grade, 6th grade, 7th grade, 8th grade, 9th grade,

Ex Out Socks With Sandals Please

We do not allow any hoodies here, principal stated firmly.
My sixth graders pointed to me and laughed. 
Second field trip of the month.
Of course I am the one wearing a clover green hoodie.
It is St. Patty’s day, for Peter’s sake!
Last week during our college field trip 
Prissy registrar showed us a film 
How to dress 
And
How not to dress.
They actually had an X on 
Socks with sandals.
It was a cold day, 
And I love my Birkenstocks
With a bit of fluff.
The sixth graders who notice practically nothing
About me at all when I am trying to get their
Attention thought this was hilarious also.