I love cuddling up in sheets with someone I love. Or hell, just myself. Going home at the end of each day, I know I can snuggle into my bed and everything will be alright. Sheets keep me warm, make me feel loved, and just make me really fucking happy.
Ethan
they go on your bed. You can write on them if they are paper. they can be used on a sailing boat. There is a saying three sheets to the wind which means you’ve had too much to drink.
Wrapping the sheets around me when they are warm out of the dryer. My parents wrapping me in sheets and swinging me around. Laying in those sheets, with him. Feeling him and the sheets on my skin. So in love. Laying in her purple bed and falling to sleep instantly.
Wrapping the sheets around me when they are warm out of the dryer. My parents wrapping me in sheets and swinging me around. Laying in those sheets, completely nude with him. So in love. Laying in her purple bed and falling to sleep instantly.
Camille
Sheets and sheets of paper spilled from the printer, slowly filling the small office. Katy screamed, grabbing paper after paper and ripping it to pieces. Every sheet carried the same two words – “watch out”.
In bed making music whilst our dreams are sailing. Who are you loving? Who am I? A thousand different faces peer back through dim lighting down the years, all of whom are loved and lust me in return.
i lay here in bed. uncomfortable so bloody awkward. cant get the sheets to adjust. ARGH i hate this. i way to tired to sleep. way o tried to thinkl
fx
sheets of paper and fabric and lies and rain. we send each other emails and we’re still pretending we don’t see each other. i talk to you too much even though you’re never really around.
Sheets and Sheets of music and what was once a grand piano. Of all the hiding places, this one was the most peculiar. And then came the sirens, music of a different kind.
kay
between the sheets withlovers I had once upon a time. I remember the feeling of soft linen in a hotel in madrid with that boy
dn the semen and sweat and pineapple juice and chocolate that stained those sheets. we had a sex bed and a sleep bed
jesse
So soft and flowing, Just the rite touch to keep you worm at night. I love my sheets so beautifully purple, I feel like royalty.
Norma
the sheets were still rumpled but he couldn’t bring himself to do anything about it. He knew they still smelled like her skin and her perfume and he didn’t want to lose that.
sheets of paper stare at me. mocking my every movement. will you write something on me? they call. i do not answer. i simply pick them up and shred the unwritten love letters into a small pile of confetti. i hope he knows what hes done to me. and these poor blank sheets of shredded paper.
Rain
im in my sheets and even if they are soft and cold…i cant sleep! i wish there were sheets that made sleep faster, sleep better and have a lot of dreams!
Me
it’s weird that I should write poetry about sheets
when poetry is just sheets wrapped in sheets
crisp and clean
respite from the cold
a gentle body wrapped lovingly in warmth
greeting you upon waking a friendly face waiting for you to come home
luminosity.
sadie
On this night, when it’s ten degrees below freezing and blood in my fingers has coagulated to the point that I can barely type without a crunching sound, I look forward to being in bed, under the sheets. And a few blankets. Plus three cats, a dog, and a caribou, if I can find one.
richpee
sunflowers. itchy sunflowers. probably from goodwill. i didn’t care. it kept me awake, kept me present. it reminded me where i was, what i was doing. it smelled of books and it sounded like grasshoppers. it felt cool like dew and humid like Alabama normally is.
Aly
sheets? what are they? pieces of paper? something you place on your mattress? anything can be derived from the word. the word itself is a question in my opinion, i mean what is a sheet, honestly? what is the puropse of it really? i don’t even know if there is one, they are annoying.
Katrina
eIn between the sheets. Fortune cookies have always seemed a little weird to me, and the whole adding-things-to-the-end thing didn’t help. Especially now that half the time they’re more like advice than actual predictions of the bullshit future.
Jonathan P
The blank sheets present opportunity, open canvases for my mind. Full sails for my thoughts and cloudless skies for my dreams. They are a beacon of hope for the expression of the soul. To fill them would be a crime but to not, a missed chance.
Haha, sheets. My sheets right now are white. When i’m at school, I have lime green ones. Luckily, none of these have cum stains on them! Now my blankets, that’s another story..but anyway, idk why sheets strike me as so funny. Maybe I’m just weird? Who knows!
P
“you blew through me like bullet holes
left stains on my sheets
and stains on my soul”
“I can’t read this.”
“Why not? It’s simple sheet music Mr. Nightingale. Are you going to tell me that you’ve gotten this far in your musical career without learning the necessity of reading sheet music? I believe not.”
sheets and sheets and sheets and sheets of paper everywhere. How many trees? How many tree’s kids died for the sheets and sheets and sheets. Soft cotton sheets broken in. They need to be washed and not just sit on my bed collecting my aroma. I need new drier sheets.
Oliver held the sheet music in his hands, rifling through them with a dry finger.
“I’ll miss this place when the year ends.”
Oliver looked up; his teacher took long strides across the room from the door.
“I’ll miss you, too.”
“Thanks,” Olivers replies uneasily. He continues to move through each page of sheet music, ignoring the other man’s eyes on his body.
Lynne
good to have fun in, you can stay warm at night its best to have some silky sheets because others appreciate them and they are a lot more slippery and that makes the work alot easier because you can use different muscles to just slide the person where you want them. Sheets can be used when camping and when you are done with sheets that you no longer want you can wrap them up or shred them and use it as bedding or give the entire sheet to a dog or any other animal that would like to be comfortable. sheets are also used to reference any flat material such as a sheet of paper or a sheet of medal. Either way i prefer the first term sheets’ the ones that line the bed and you can have very fun activities in. Oh always on top of the sheets, never, ever under them…. or just throw them off.
Jose
I love my green sheets . They are so soft and feel so good on my skin. I love making love on them because the feeling all over my body is incredible. I love the smell of clean sheets right from the dryer.
Jade
Ruffled and rumpled, the light pours in from the window and soaks them. The slept-in bed somehow conjures up thoughts of cut lemons, cobblestone paths, and bicycles. The uncertainty if they will wake up in the same room the next morning is the most interesting part of the day though.
i love sheets. they’re soft, luxurious, and wonderful. Sometimes, slipping into them is the best part of my day. They wrap you up in comfort, and make you feel like you could just sleep forever…and ever…and ever. I’ve always wanted to try egyptian cotton or a super high thread count, but just clean ones are awesome.
Theresa Brock
As I lay here between the sheets, I remember the last time we spoke on the phone. You told me about the cafe on the corner of 1st and Yesterday. The croissants were better than the ones you had in France.
It was a drunk night, he hoped to get lucky. There was a beautiful chinese american girl across the bar. he caught her eye
*****
He looked up at her over the sheets, and he knew something was wrong. She didnt move, she didnt breathe. the crisp white 400 count bedsheet lay around her neck. crumpled.
As the sheets tossed and turned, so did I. Fiery images of hell burned through my mind as my body lay still, unaware of the nightmarish things occuring just in my head. The pain couldn’t be described.
They were soft. Not silk, but something different. More intimate. We laid there, and I remember running my fingers over a pressed wrinkle where I thought he had slept. I was comfortable; we were comfortable. We didn’t have to say anything so we just laid there, amongst the sheets.
Kaitlin W.
Well, I have not feeling about sheets, therefore is dificult to write about it. Maybe talk about kind of sheets in the history, is extrange to think about how people in the world used to write.
AYLEEN
I sleep in them. Everyday. I like them clean. But really, I like them dirty. I love the reminders of the mistakes, the good night sleeps, the bad night sleeps. There’s the stain of yogurt. There’s the stain of cleaning out my pipe
the sheets are dirty, crumpled against the end board away from the sleeping body with dark brown hair sprawled out. A moan escapes the lips of the brown haired woman and she turns over.
I love cuddling up in sheets with someone I love. Or hell, just myself. Going home at the end of each day, I know I can snuggle into my bed and everything will be alright. Sheets keep me warm, make me feel loved, and just make me really fucking happy.
they go on your bed. You can write on them if they are paper. they can be used on a sailing boat. There is a saying three sheets to the wind which means you’ve had too much to drink.
Wrapping the sheets around me when they are warm out of the dryer. My parents wrapping me in sheets and swinging me around. Laying in those sheets, with him. Feeling him and the sheets on my skin. So in love. Laying in her purple bed and falling to sleep instantly.
Wrapping the sheets around me when they are warm out of the dryer. My parents wrapping me in sheets and swinging me around. Laying in those sheets, completely nude with him. So in love. Laying in her purple bed and falling to sleep instantly.
Sheets and sheets of paper spilled from the printer, slowly filling the small office. Katy screamed, grabbing paper after paper and ripping it to pieces. Every sheet carried the same two words – “watch out”.
In bed making music whilst our dreams are sailing. Who are you loving? Who am I? A thousand different faces peer back through dim lighting down the years, all of whom are loved and lust me in return.
i lay here in bed. uncomfortable so bloody awkward. cant get the sheets to adjust. ARGH i hate this. i way to tired to sleep. way o tried to thinkl
sheets of paper and fabric and lies and rain. we send each other emails and we’re still pretending we don’t see each other. i talk to you too much even though you’re never really around.
Sheets and Sheets of music and what was once a grand piano. Of all the hiding places, this one was the most peculiar. And then came the sirens, music of a different kind.
between the sheets withlovers I had once upon a time. I remember the feeling of soft linen in a hotel in madrid with that boy
dn the semen and sweat and pineapple juice and chocolate that stained those sheets. we had a sex bed and a sleep bed
So soft and flowing, Just the rite touch to keep you worm at night. I love my sheets so beautifully purple, I feel like royalty.
the sheets were still rumpled but he couldn’t bring himself to do anything about it. He knew they still smelled like her skin and her perfume and he didn’t want to lose that.
sheets of paper stare at me. mocking my every movement. will you write something on me? they call. i do not answer. i simply pick them up and shred the unwritten love letters into a small pile of confetti. i hope he knows what hes done to me. and these poor blank sheets of shredded paper.
im in my sheets and even if they are soft and cold…i cant sleep! i wish there were sheets that made sleep faster, sleep better and have a lot of dreams!
it’s weird that I should write poetry about sheets
when poetry is just sheets wrapped in sheets
I don’t even write poetry!
Like confetti, they fluttered down into the streets and showered the crowd with hopes and a solution for the future.
crisp and clean
respite from the cold
a gentle body wrapped lovingly in warmth
greeting you upon waking a friendly face waiting for you to come home
luminosity.
On this night, when it’s ten degrees below freezing and blood in my fingers has coagulated to the point that I can barely type without a crunching sound, I look forward to being in bed, under the sheets. And a few blankets. Plus three cats, a dog, and a caribou, if I can find one.
sunflowers. itchy sunflowers. probably from goodwill. i didn’t care. it kept me awake, kept me present. it reminded me where i was, what i was doing. it smelled of books and it sounded like grasshoppers. it felt cool like dew and humid like Alabama normally is.
sheets? what are they? pieces of paper? something you place on your mattress? anything can be derived from the word. the word itself is a question in my opinion, i mean what is a sheet, honestly? what is the puropse of it really? i don’t even know if there is one, they are annoying.
eIn between the sheets. Fortune cookies have always seemed a little weird to me, and the whole adding-things-to-the-end thing didn’t help. Especially now that half the time they’re more like advice than actual predictions of the bullshit future.
The blank sheets present opportunity, open canvases for my mind. Full sails for my thoughts and cloudless skies for my dreams. They are a beacon of hope for the expression of the soul. To fill them would be a crime but to not, a missed chance.
Haha, sheets. My sheets right now are white. When i’m at school, I have lime green ones. Luckily, none of these have cum stains on them! Now my blankets, that’s another story..but anyway, idk why sheets strike me as so funny. Maybe I’m just weird? Who knows!
“you blew through me like bullet holes
left stains on my sheets
and stains on my soul”
“I can’t read this.”
“Why not? It’s simple sheet music Mr. Nightingale. Are you going to tell me that you’ve gotten this far in your musical career without learning the necessity of reading sheet music? I believe not.”
I got under the warm sheets. It felt like I’d been years since I slept. The journey I was on didn’t leave much time for sleep. Goodnight.
sheets and sheets and sheets and sheets of paper everywhere. How many trees? How many tree’s kids died for the sheets and sheets and sheets. Soft cotton sheets broken in. They need to be washed and not just sit on my bed collecting my aroma. I need new drier sheets.
“I’m sorry,” she said, “but these sheets aren’t the color I wanted.”
The employee looked at her oddly. “I’m afraid we don’t have any other shades of cream.”
She pouted. “Fine, I’ll take them, but I won’t sleep happily on them.”
The employee offered her a sad smile. “I wouldn’t either.”
Oliver held the sheet music in his hands, rifling through them with a dry finger.
“I’ll miss this place when the year ends.”
Oliver looked up; his teacher took long strides across the room from the door.
“I’ll miss you, too.”
“Thanks,” Olivers replies uneasily. He continues to move through each page of sheet music, ignoring the other man’s eyes on his body.
good to have fun in, you can stay warm at night its best to have some silky sheets because others appreciate them and they are a lot more slippery and that makes the work alot easier because you can use different muscles to just slide the person where you want them. Sheets can be used when camping and when you are done with sheets that you no longer want you can wrap them up or shred them and use it as bedding or give the entire sheet to a dog or any other animal that would like to be comfortable. sheets are also used to reference any flat material such as a sheet of paper or a sheet of medal. Either way i prefer the first term sheets’ the ones that line the bed and you can have very fun activities in. Oh always on top of the sheets, never, ever under them…. or just throw them off.
I love my green sheets . They are so soft and feel so good on my skin. I love making love on them because the feeling all over my body is incredible. I love the smell of clean sheets right from the dryer.
Ruffled and rumpled, the light pours in from the window and soaks them. The slept-in bed somehow conjures up thoughts of cut lemons, cobblestone paths, and bicycles. The uncertainty if they will wake up in the same room the next morning is the most interesting part of the day though.
i love sheets. they’re soft, luxurious, and wonderful. Sometimes, slipping into them is the best part of my day. They wrap you up in comfort, and make you feel like you could just sleep forever…and ever…and ever. I’ve always wanted to try egyptian cotton or a super high thread count, but just clean ones are awesome.
As I lay here between the sheets, I remember the last time we spoke on the phone. You told me about the cafe on the corner of 1st and Yesterday. The croissants were better than the ones you had in France.
It was a drunk night, he hoped to get lucky. There was a beautiful chinese american girl across the bar. he caught her eye
*****
He looked up at her over the sheets, and he knew something was wrong. She didnt move, she didnt breathe. the crisp white 400 count bedsheet lay around her neck. crumpled.
As the sheets tossed and turned, so did I. Fiery images of hell burned through my mind as my body lay still, unaware of the nightmarish things occuring just in my head. The pain couldn’t be described.
They were soft. Not silk, but something different. More intimate. We laid there, and I remember running my fingers over a pressed wrinkle where I thought he had slept. I was comfortable; we were comfortable. We didn’t have to say anything so we just laid there, amongst the sheets.
Well, I have not feeling about sheets, therefore is dificult to write about it. Maybe talk about kind of sheets in the history, is extrange to think about how people in the world used to write.
I sleep in them. Everyday. I like them clean. But really, I like them dirty. I love the reminders of the mistakes, the good night sleeps, the bad night sleeps. There’s the stain of yogurt. There’s the stain of cleaning out my pipe
the sheets are dirty, crumpled against the end board away from the sleeping body with dark brown hair sprawled out. A moan escapes the lips of the brown haired woman and she turns over.