Clean white sheets
Clean white sheets upon my bed
cradle my body but not my head.
My head's never cradled. It's too full.
It's too noisy. There is no lull.
I wash them routinely every week.
If I hung them outside the neighbors would speak.
Their words would complement the sight
of clean white sheets I use at night.
But they don't know how I'm awake
and how those sheets never give me a break.
I make the bed up and I think
'If only I could catch a wink.'
I'd praise those sheets on every day
and finally I'd be able to say.
'Clean white sheets upon my bed
you've found a way to cradle my head.'
poem by Edwina Reizer
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Related quotes
Three Sheets To The Wind
Verse 1
Isn't it about time
yes, I've played this part before
I can recall each line
I'll cry out-Don't go
and you turn and walk away
I scream out-what about our yesterdays
knowing inside
this heart is going to break
Chorus
And later on
here I'll be
lonely and blue-three sheets to the wind
Tryin' to wash you out of my head and heart
with another drink
another sad song playin' on the radio
Like Remember When and Three Sheets To The Wind
three sheets to the wind
Verse 2
So you don't have to pretend
honey, it's that same old story-heard it all before
Got all the information I need
facts are so easy to see
Even a blind man would know
it ain't you and I anymore
Chorus
And later on
here I'll be
lonely and blue-three sheets to the wind
Tryin' to wash you out of my head and heart
with another drink
another sad song playin' on the radio
Like Remember When and Three Sheets To The Wind
three sheets to the wind
Verse 3
Well it's okay
had it all figured out
just a matter of time
I'll smile-laugh out loud
go on down to Mexico
lay on the shores
Under that golden sun
and maybe I'll just go on
Chorus
And later on
here I'll be
lonely and blue-three sheets to the wind
Tryin' to wash you out of my head and heart
with another drink
another sad song playin' on the radio
Like Remember When and Three Sheets To The Wind
three sheets to the wind...
poem by Daniel Wittfoth
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Polly strips His bed
Polly strips back the sheets
where Master George has lain.
She folds the white sheets and
lays them on a chair. She lies
her head on the pillow where
his head has been. She sniffs
and smells him. Closing her eyes
she imagines she's there beside
him and he has her in his arms,
his lips against her flushed cheek.
She imagines they are in bed
together when dawn's light breaks
through the shutters and Susie
the other maid enters and wide
eyed she mouths a huge round O.
She opens her eyes; the pillow
is vacant beside her head, just
a small indentation where he had
laid his head the night before.
She fingers into the pocket of her
white apron a few black hairs she's
discovered on the white pillowcase.
She strips off the pillowcases and
puts them with the sheets. The bed
is now stripped of all coverings
and is left to air. She imagines as
she stands that he is still there,
laid out unclothed, skin all bare.
But in reality she knows he has
gone of to war as he has before.
She hopes he will return alive
and in one piece; no missing
limps or blind or gassed as some
have been she's read; but most of all
she dreads him laid out cold and damp
in some foreign field lying still and dead.
poem by Terry Collett
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Dirty Sheets, and Secrets
Be done with the dirty sheets.
Some secrets are not to meant to keep.
Violence has no restraints.
A bruise with no complaint.
Women quite quaint.
Be done with the dirty sheets.
Some secrets are not meant to keep.
Infidelity, a double cheat has his reasons indeed.
Never quite complete full of envy.
Theirs a tell tale sign jealousy.
He want nothing to do with you.
How many clues, how many?
Be done with the dirty sheets.
Some secrets are not meant to keep.
Keep the habit with such evil deeds.
Stealing the sun to buy the moon is just another impossibility.
He says he can't help it,
it taste and feels so sweet.
He has received the treatment.
What good did it do. How many clues, how many.
Be done with the dirty sheets.
Some secrets are not meant to keep.
Still you protect him, protect him.
Be done with the dirty sheets.
Some secrets are not meant to keep.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Between The Sheets
CHORUS
What was wrong with you?
What was wrong with me?
We can put it all behind
When we get between the sheets, babe
VERSE 1
Looking down at your face
You know what I'm asking for
Soft and warm in my place
Is it too much to ask for more?
CHORUS
What was wrong with you?
What was wrong with me?
We can put it all behind
When we get between the sheets, babe
What I said to you
What you said to me
We can leave it all behind
When we get between the sheets, babe
VERSE 2
Your sweet lips close to mine
I think it's time to come inside
Now here's your coat to catch the rain, baby
Don't stop until I go insane
CHORUS
What was wrong with you?
What was wrong with me?
We can put it all behind
When we get between the sheets, babe
What I said to you
What you said to me
We can leave it all behind
When we get between the sheets, babe
MIDDLE 8
You don't understand what you do to me each time we kiss
I don't think another love will ever come close to this
Let me breathe the words and make you feel a certain way tonight
Everything you say or do, baby if it's wrong it's right
You don't understand what you do to me each time we kiss
I don't think another love will ever come close to this
Let me breathe the words and make you feel a certain way tonight
Everything you say or do, baby if it's wrong it's right
CHORUS X2
What was wrong with you?
What was wrong with me?
We can put it all behind
When we get between the sheets, babe
What I said to you
What you said to me
We can leave it all behind
When we get between the sheets, babe
song performed by by 411
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
White America-Me...
I often feel like a black spot on new white sheets.
This is white America-me.
They say my music is not music but more a call to violence.
White America-me.
They tell me my people are free if this true why do the prisons look like an old southern plantation. White America-me.
Most of the schools where my people go are shut down. They say it's because of low test scores. I believe it's because they really want to keep us dumb. White America-me.
I often feel like a black spot on new white sheets.
White America-me.
7th Time
The 7th time, love sickness and desillusion
This head that wont listen to me , now
Theres crumb of a dark night
Burning in your mouth
Till I wake you...
Its three steps too far, this slammed door,
Your damned bed, this white head, beside you,
And there is blood on the stairs,
So keep it nice, Im broken,
Between skin and sheets, skin and sheets,
I wont disturb you anymore,
Between two lights, I woke you up,
The seventh time, I wont disturb you anymore
I wont disturb you anymore
The 7th time, love sickness and desillusion
This head that wont listen to me , now
Theres crumb of a hot night
Burning in your mouth
Till I wake you...
Between skin and sheets, skin and sheets,
I wont disturb you anymore,
Between two lights, I woke you up,
The 7th time, I wont disturb you anymore
I wont disturb you anymore
The 7th time , the 7th time
I wont disturb you anymore
I wont disturb you anymore
I wont disturb you anymore
I wont disturb you anymore
More
song performed by by Xymox
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
7th Time
The 7th time, love sickness and desillusion
This head that wont listen to me , now
Theres crumb of a dark night
Burning in your mouth
Till I wake you...
Its three steps too far, this slammed door,
Your damned bed, this white head, beside you,
And there is blood on the stairs,
So keep it nice, Im broken,
Between skin and sheets, skin and sheets,
I wont disturb you anymore,
Between two lights, I woke you up,
The seventh time, I wont disturb you anymore
I wont disturb you anymore
The 7th time, love sickness and desillusion
This head that wont listen to me , now
Theres crumb of a hot night
Burning in your mouth
Till I wake you...
Between skin and sheets, skin and sheets,
I wont disturb you anymore,
Between two lights, I woke you up,
The 7th time, I wont disturb you anymore
I wont disturb you anymore
The 7th time , the 7th time
I wont disturb you anymore
I wont disturb you anymore
I wont disturb you anymore
I wont disturb you anymore
More
song performed by by Xymox
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Hands
Untouched bed sheets
Oblivion morn
Untouched bed sheets
Spell betrayed
Silence broken mute
Who slept this heart
Who lost this soul
Sleeping in
Untouched bed sheets
A certain shadow
Talks
To tables shelves and dresses
Hanging from the ceiling
Dancing with sounds
Voices heard in the white noise
Screen saved dream
Moving through
Oblivion morn
Corner alone
All you see are
Hands
Touching
Untouched bed sheets
Spell betrayed
Who touched these palms
Who lost these fingers
Sharp veined skin veiled
Amazingly yours
Outstretched for
A dropp of water
A bit of a sound
A fallen leaf…
Anything
Dying in a web of palm lines
Nailed
Knocking at the door
Opening closing to keep the knock within
Spell betrayed
Pulling the strings of the sky
That makes the body move
Soul lost behind sleeping
Untouched bed sheets
Oblivion morn
Inspired by RUKE Darko Rundek
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Good For Freakin
Take with me a minute to freak!
We can stay together,
In unique-n' freakin'.
And we don't have to do it under sheets.
Unless the thread count of those sheets,
Soothes the shriekin'.
I love those sheets.
They're good for freakin'.
And when the count is high,
I go-oh!
I feel complete.
When freakin's over.
I roll away,
And to sleep I go-oh!
And we don't have to do it under sheets.
NO!
Unless the thread count of those sheets,
Soothes the shriekin'.
ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ahhh...
I love those sheets.
They're good for freakin'.
And when the count is high,
I go-oh!
I feel complete.
When freakin's over.
I roll away,
And to sleep I go-oh!
And we don't have to do it under sheets.
Unless the thread count of those sheets,
Soothes the shriekin'.
ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ahhh...
I love those sheets.
They're good for freakin'.
And when the count is high,
I go-oh!
And we don't have to do it under sheets.
NO!
Unless the thread count of those sheets,
Soothes the shriekin'.
I feel complete.
When freakin's over.
I roll away,
And to sleep I go-oh!
I love those sheets.
They're good for freakin'.
And when the count is high,
I go-oh!
Those sheets,
Are good for freakin'
And the count,
Is good for sleepin'.
Those sheets,
Are good for freakin'
And the count,
Is good for sleepin'.
Those sheets,
Are good for freakin'
They're good for freakin'.
Those sheets,
Are good for freakin'
They're good for freakin'.
Those sheets,
Are good for freakin'
They're good for freakin'.
They're good for freakin'.
They're good for freakin'.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Total Blackout!
the journey is ending
the head is the first to
signal to me that all
would soon be over
this hair has turned from
black to grey to white
as fast as the memory
is greying into nothingness
they turn white totally white
as sheets of my memory are
but oh god, what a contrast
it would soon be - a total backout!
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
I'm pretty selective. I generally edit the contact sheets and then do work prints. Because I have my own lab and printers, I can afford the luxury of going through the contact sheets for black-and-white, making up work prints, seeing them big, and honing them down.
quote by Herb Ritts
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
A Satin Sheet and Pleatings
The satin sheets allowed us to use for sails
the billowy white pillow cases
where on your hair splayed
as if blown there by the wind;
I took my long breath amazed
at the sight
while being the oarsman stroking my oar
sailing your body sleek
and you my propeller moving me
we both breathing
both contributing to the gathering water spout;
where thrashing waves explode beneath;
where crests and troughs
meet
where finally all oxygen is inhaled.
Tremendous expirations
blow-an indoor summer breeze-
until there is beneath us
only the glassy, calm sea
on our satin sheets
pleated and unpleated
marking our love-making there.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Let Your Ego Die
The clock is a ring on her finger
That she checks
When she's out of time
The cigarette's a spike
In the spur of the moment
Digging in her side
She cuts the paper with nails
And her pen is bleeding poetry
Nervous from the sex that she got
And the wine that she spilled
On her clean, white, white sheets
Like to see you, baby,
All torn up inside
Girl you're dead already
So just let your ego die
Girl you're dead already
So just let your ego die
Die, die, die
song performed by by Marilyn Manson
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Between The Sheets
Hey, girl, ain't no mystery
At least as far as I can see
I wanna keep you here layin' next to me
Sharin' our love between the sheets
Ooh...baby, baby
I feel your love surrounding me
Whoa...ho...ho...ho...hoo...ooh...baby, baby
Makin' love between the sheets
Ooh, girl, let me hold you tight
And you know I'll make you feel alright
Oh, baby girl, just cling to me and let your mind be free
While makin' love between the sheets
Ooh, girl, I'll love you all night long
And I know you felt it comin' on
Ooh, darlin' just taste my love, ooh you taste so sweet
Sharin' our love between the sheets
Ooh...baby, baby
I feel your love surrounding me
Whoa...ho...ho...ho...ooh...baby, baby
We're makin' love between the sheets
Hey, girl, what's your fantasy
I'll take you there to that ecstasy
Ooh, girl, you blow my mind, I'll always be your freak
Let's make sweet love between the sheets
Ooh...baby, baby
I feel your love surrounding me
Whoa...ho...ho...ho...ooh...baby, baby
Makin' love between the sheets
Ooh...baby, baby
Feel your love surrounding me
Whoa...ho...ho...ho...ooh...baby, baby
Makin' love between the sheets
Enough of the singin', let's make love
In between the sheets
Oh, I like the way you receive me (Receive me, receive me)
Girl, I love the way you relieve me
I'm comin' on, comin' on strong (Comin' on strong)
{Sweet darlin'} In between the sheets
Oh, I like the way you receive me (Receive me, receive me)
Girl, I love the way you relieve me
Comin' on, comin' on strong (Comin' on strong)
{Sweet darlin'} In between
song performed by by Isley Brothers
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
If he could sleep on it. He would make his bed with white sheets And disappear into the white, Like a man diving, If he could be certain That the light Would not keep him awake, The light that reaches To the bottom.
quote by Donald Justice
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Before it's Over
Clean and well fed
pushing white revolving doors
until time is up
and there is no longer
a reason to push
and smile
and think
it will get better
and ask for
the day to bring
another like it
before the sign
of the cross
ends another nightly
conversation with God
under cool clean sheets
inside a neat well lit house
below sapphire stars
singing sweet existence
away from the city
and its broken sidewalks
where once childhood
felt the pulse of
war, poverty and hunger
but now years later
lost childhood is faded
replaced by becoming
well fed and educated
inside a starched shirt
pushing white revolving doors
still waiting to get off...
poem by Charles Lara
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Survial.
Water comes from the river origin is clean,
I wash my head.
Water comes from the river branch is dirty,
I wash my feet.
Oh sure, when water in the pool is clean,
I jump in to swim.
But, when the pool is dirty, I leave at once,
And quit my job.
Oh who’s the original source not let me clean?
Keep my head and body clean without water?
How can I keep my head clean in the river?
How can I keep my body clean in a pool?
What is going on about the water?
How could I live in this world?
poem by Albert Wong
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
In Love With Someone Else Man
It's thee craziest thought that comes to mind, when I take the time to think about that glass of wine when I'm alone...with him. And he's sneaking behind and lying to you, while he's making love to me to. He's married And! I really can't believe he was hiding that secret from me, that ring, with words saying I do! I thought it was a dream that I could not wake up from. But I didn't give a flying ****because when he's next to me the ring I didn't really care to see, when he and I are between one another sheets. He's married! ! ! ! ! ! Wow I just can't let that go, well i guess ill go with the flow for now. But it shows little here and there who I'm kidding every where in my entire body, mentally, physically theres a disconnect and he's telling me that he's not ****** her when i saw him with my own eyes kissing her neck but tells me he's connected to me, and clearly he's ***** HER under his covers and sheets.
I mat him first, but he proposed to her, and yes that hurts. There's not a day that goes by that I really want to cry, but cant shake off this feeling for this guy, whom I fallen so deeply for when I tried to cut him back he calls me and more. I just want to throw the phone on the floor but I answered it any way with tears falling from my eyes down on my face, I no its a wast of my dam time to listen when he brings up our first time that we were kissing, and that did it! ! ! ! I allowed him to sleep with me in my bed between each others sheets for days, and weeks, and years! ! ! ! But at night I have to fight the feeling that this guy is between the sheets with his wife whom he said I DO to.....In love with someone else's man. Whose really GAY
Sir Clarence of greater.
poem by Clarence Williams
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
On This Night
White sheets fall around the car
For it is not too far
The roads are white, and un-changing sheets of ice surround it
The roads are lightly lit
It is not far now something will happen, something will move
You always knew the car would loose
This battle of the night
You start to loose your sight
The roads are hidden from your gaze
The windows in a soft haze
The wheel moves, you turn trying to stop before the gate
It is too late
The brakes won’t save you know, the car skids to the side
This will be your last ride.
The impact sends you towards the windshield you cover your eyes and head
This is the end you know inside
You’ll never see your children’s smiling faces
Your mind is in a maze
You do not know what is happening you do not remember
All you know is it is December
The month of giving, you shall not give you shall not receive but death shall find were you stand
The car comes to a stop wheels spinning above you, the blood on your hands
The light fades all around you flames dance
The light is now no more, you lay still flames around you in the night, the snow falls on
It does not notice, but fills on your sweet face; you hear the voices above roll on
It is too late
For this night holds your fate
For on this night you shall loose your site
(poem dedicated to: Kai and Susan craig who died in a car reck on their way to denver for Kai to get an art reward R.I.P Kai and Susan)
poem by Bethany Maxwell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
She Mannequin
Pefect girl - visit me in your dreams
Run away with me tonight
This lasts forever all it seems
That your not real to me
I don't care
Chrystal clear - I see your face
And I know you see me too
You look at me
My heart is race
Not even real yet
I fall for you
Do you seem so real to me
Just my dream - my fantasy
Mean nothing it all
A vision in my mind
I don't care
I don't know
I don't care
The lights are off when we're alone
(Yes, we were talking on the phone)
I'm still asleep kickin' in my sheets, yeah.
The lights are off when we're alone
(Yes, we were talking on the phone)
I'm still asleep kickin' in my sheets
For you
Waited for you
You never came
Lying away alone in bed
Yet you have changed
I'm still the same
Your promises were in my head
Do you seem so real to me
I couldn't see
Nothing it all
A vision in my mind
I don't care
I don't know
I don't care
The lights are off when we're alone
(Yes, we were talking on the phone)
I'm still asleep kickin' in my sheets, yeah
The lights are off when we're alone
(Yes, we were talking on the phone)
I'm still asleep kickin' in my sheets
For you
And only you
The lights are off when we're alone
(Wish we were talking on the phone)
The lights are off when we're alone
(Wish we were talking on the phone)
The lights are off
The lights are off
The lights are off when we're alone
(Wish we were talking on the phone)
Please turn the lights on
The lights are off when we're alone
(Wish were talking on the phone)
I'm still asleep kickin' in my sheets, yeah
The lights are off when we're alone
(Yes, we were talking on the phone)
The lights are off
The lights are off
The lights are off when we're alone
(Wish we were talking on the phone)
Please turn the lights on
song performed by by All American Rejects
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!