Best Dressed Poems
emerald green growth
dresses the rocks and pebbles
natural velvet
101 poems in a row Contest #18
Sponsored by PD Linda:-)
5th April 2015
His eyes touched me in a million ways
his desire the sum of all my days
he was rubbed velvet between fingers
in a blind women's world, a fantastic singer
truth be told I wanted him to touch
that part of me that hurt so much
he gently placed me on a bed of roses
then turned me over for a hundred poses
deflowering innocence he set a shy girl free
reaching to arousal like a tumbling bumblebee
his eyes danced in the firelight that night
as he seized me, all dressed in white
honeymoon lovers at the wake of brawn
flushed by the moon they loved, until dawn
Dressed in yellow
My golden haired elf girl
As she swings around nature
My heart in a whirl
Roses like ivy
Caress the swing ropes
As the butterflies flutter
Just like my heart hopes
Her blue eyes stare
As she swings to and fro
I desire to reach out
My hoping heart in flow
Just as we touch
The sun shines through the trees
To feel her soft skin
My heart in delightful appease
Suddenly i am startled
As i awake from my sleep
My dream of my elf girl
To my memory i shall keep
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Heaven's always weeping
Just to grace your lash
Cobalt iris' peeping
Midst your eyelid sash
Gem-like water shimmers
Rainbows on your face
Shiny dermal glimmers
Spark your sultry grace
Misty tresses dancing
Through a soaked ballet
Raindrops softly glancing
Scattered with your sway
Stormy weather magic
Conjured by your smile
Chances, waxing tragic
Should it not ... beguile.
* FIRST PLACE in the "88 Syllables" Poetry Contest, Joseph May, Sponsor. Syllables checked at HowManySyllables.com. *
* FIFTH PLACE in the "Early March 18 Premiere" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Sponsor. *
Scarecrows dressed in rags
As haunted human beings
Fall down to the ground
In Jerusalem's Holy Temple
the High Priest entered
the Holy-of-Holies once a year
on that Holiest of Days, Yom Kippur
From the top of his exotic, oriental turban
dressed for the occasion was he
Dazzling gems on a breastplate of gold
bells ringing from his cloak for you and me...
...to know when he'd entered to beseech of the Lord
forgiveness and pardon for every Jew's sins
Uttering the Name of the Ineffable One ~
a most solemn proposition
And though dressed for the occasion was he
how humbling to stand, as if naked, in front of God Who
had custom-stitched every inch of his garments ~
commanded him on Yom Kippur what he should do
"properly dressed"
if ever you wonder if there is a dress code
thinking of this will lead fast to overload
conserve energy for more important things
take yourself your heart and love too
in return I'll be ready waiting for you
with open arms holding passion to last
our pact stands wear jammies you like most
in high fashion and more to love we'll toast
celebrating concepts of being properly dressed
SkyWatcher
08-31-23
The sun rises dressed in black
clouds cry as Siern's call
whithering in pain from burning flesh, burning ashes
leaving a bloody wound upon the Earth
Where stones stand silent in front of mounds
covered in grass washed in red
from the veins of those who have died
in senseless wars covering thousands of years
The tears of the mourning
try to wash away the blood of the buried
Their souls are crumbling in failure
As they bow to the curse of their misery
They paint their world from green to red in memory
from the carnage of generations
where emotional weakness masquerades as power
doomed to failure, over and over
Filling the sea, filling the soil
With broken tender branches sacrificed as an offering
on the battlefields of destruction by the evils of so few
Trying to enrich their corrupt souls
that drips with the blood of millions, staining the Earth
Is this the pinnacle of life?
To roam the landscape as destroyers of worlds
Where burning flesh becomes a fragrance to breathe in
filling the lungs of lunacy
While marching in parades on the torn streets
of self-gratification
where the blind stand to applaud
Then rummage through shattered worlds
filled with the dead and dying, like rats
scurrying across broken stones of false promises
Where liars hide in the shadows of discontent
The sun rises dressed in black
clouds cry as Siern's call
Old Paddy went to the pub dressed in green
The oddest sight the boys had ever seen
He wore thigh high hose
All covered in bows
Of cross dressing he was crowned this year's queen
I am Li from the East
Not the the martial artist
I am half-Asian
Raised in Appalachian
I love to cook
Selling in any nook
I push and pull a cart
Honest from the bottom of my heart
I cook street food
Spook and hook so good
I fry squid balls, chicken and krill
Or saute soft meat and grill
I play as I cook
And can tell stories out of the book
Just watch me and listen after I shook
I can also say how you look.
Have you heard the story
Of the dressed chicken in Hickory?...
A brood of chicken, a century ago
Arrived on the shore after crossing the briny sea of Santiago
It's a place in Chile
A land of beauty and wonders of simile
Around four hundred sixty-nine birds gathered
Different ones, condor-fathered
Big and small sizes like baguettes
Greeted the flock of chicken as nuggets
Chickens as birds with colored feathers
Envied for their tiny feathers
One chicken was asked,
"Why are you dressed when basked?"
"Your question is not funny...
It is an irony!"
The chicken said with a broken heart
Inside its chest is a burning heart
Adding, "Dressed is when I get decapitated
Breathless and emaciated."
"Oh, that's hideous!"
Said the greeter so conscious.
"What else do you want to know?..."
Asked the chicken who was mocked with blow.
"Nothing more," said the greeter
"Sorry for being a tweeter!"
Now you know the story
Of the dressed chicken in Hickory!
Dressed chicken from anywhere
From Santiago to everywhere.
ZZ Top was right
if you dress like a winner
you’ll be a winner
< he took the fall
dressed blues call now
hearts wall skips beat
Written by Katherine Stella 8/7/11
A Than-Bauk, conventionally a witty saying or epigram, is a three line "climbing rhyme" poem of Burmese origin. Each line has four syllables.
The rhyme is on the fourth syllable of the first line, the third syllable of the second line, and the second syllable of the third line.
Tribute To U.S Marine Corps
Hu RAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH
The lady walks away
With thoughts clogged of grey
She couldn't stand there any longer
Watching him go underground
It was dead scilent, not a sound
His motionless body on his death bed
She cried tears of death and sorrow
Knowing for him, there is no tommorow
Her love thrown away like nothing
No one knew who she was
Because she had only met him the other day
when they fell in love at first sight
The bullet that once saved her
Killed her first love, in a shock and a blur
He bled out and died in her arms
Why didn't things work out that day?
Why did things end up that way?
She walked away, a lady dressed in black
T'was a lovely summer evening
To a fancy dress party we are to go
Dressed up in crepe paper
as rainbows i have you know
We cut and sewed and stuck
Ra-raa skirts with bodice tops
Hats akimbo with moon and stars
We thought we looked the tops
Was difficult to sit down
As it crinkled and stuck to skin
So we leant and stood up
Glass in hand much more within.
Then it happened
Someone lit a cigarette in the toilet
Smoke alarms went off with might
Plus the sprinkler system, what a sight
Six very wet and dripping girls
Crepe paper hanging low
Someone grabbed the cloth's off the tables
To hide our modesty but ohh
A lovely view was made by all of us
Hair hanging down make up askew
Not a lot of clothing was worn
Just panties on a few.
If ever you use crepe paper
To make a fancy dress
Make sure you wear adequate clothing
Unless you want to do more than impress
Crystal beads embellish
foliage until delicate zephyr winds
cast them adrift.
Lune 1 - Collum form lune 3,5,3,words
Contest – One Pretty Little Lune
Sponsor Andrea Dietrich
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