Best Dressed To Kill Poems

I waited, dressed to kill
in red,
and in love

both, of which 
I could have been coaxed out of

You have turned a pale shade of white,
my Valentine

Al Green sang to me,
as my pen danced as your substitute 
we danced all night long,
stationary, our dance floor.

As we whirled...

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WAR SIREN

On the battlefield, the ruby blood, 
is caked to warm dusty brown to dry.
Bedraggled women calls the living, 
she, with pleasure, makes a soldier cry.

Lady in red, whore of the regiment, 
her life spent, intently but corruptly.
She will subtract the soldier from the war,...

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Aching for my presence
she called me late one night.
She wanted to have 
a night cap,
and she knows I do it right.

Forty five minutes later,
on the counties outer rim.
I pull into the driveway,
of her old
Victorian.

Striking lightly with my knuckles
on the front door made of oak.
she opens...

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Impoverished, destitute no money to spare
This woman with green eyes and cascading hair 
On a mission to find something to wear
Impress she must as though she hadn't a care
Green velvet drapes hanging in her foyer
Torn down and fashioned just for her
This woman in green shown...

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dreamt to relieve myself
of fearful thoughts, patriotic
plots. dressed to kill in Washington
skirt, no pants of a farmer
wielding a British brown bess
blessed with happiness before
the frightening knock at the door
exploded out of shock
towards the door...towards the door
while family holds their revolutionary breaths
the bouquet
of children unaware
of dangerous...

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I just want five minutes, just to pitch
My killer screenplay for a killer film.
The hunt for a serial killer
By glamorous profilers, nothing grubby
Or exploitive. Some partial nudity,
(Only if required). There’ll be a sexy
 
Enigmatic hero. First a, er, sexy
Sombre saxophone sighs; on a soccer pitch
Lies...

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Way back in the nineteen fifties
When Charlie grew out of his toys,
He fancied having an active life
So he joined the Teddy Boys.

He wore drainpipe jeans, a black drape coat
And a shirt with a boot lace tie.
With his crepe-soled shoes and slicked back hair
He definitely caught...

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Characters in action
Talents in multiplication
Shapes and sizes of many version
Skills on display with tension

Over the top ropes one would gape
Under the ropes one can escape
Apron of thick mattress
Arena of countless matches

Highlighted are dressed to kill
Fronting the crowd that fill
Seats of spectators that cheer
Feats of competitors,...

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FIRST DATE

oh wow!
she’s prettier than i thought
dressed to kill
i suddenly look like a tramp
smell like one too

not sure
whether or not to hold hands
neither is she
but at last it’s done
a wet    clammy experience

troubled
about the good night kiss
my first date
oh hell   ...

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"50 Words for Poe: Blue Skies"



She was dressed to kill
Hot like a blazing Australian Bushfire
She crackled with heat as she
sashayed through the entrance
like Summer towards him, 
Like she was painted in 
Gold Lame Mesh
Armour tight, 
the fabric flimsy and 
sensationally short
stretched over very special 
killer...

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The world is filled with babies
And the parents who adore ‘em,
Though unrelated bystanders
Most often will ignore ‘em.
 
For many aren’t near as cute
As relatives believe.
The filter that’s tied up with love
Is easy to deceive.
 
Some infants wear the faces
They’ll parade in when they’re old
And others,...

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THE COFFEE SHOP

BY EZAR AND STEPHANIE

The Coffee Shop (Male)
It was a warm summer afternoon; As the sun covered the sidewalk like they were bride and groom.
On my way to the coffee shop, a place where I often stop…       ...

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JUST SOULS

I use to walk down the Cafe Street.
The place of my reminiscence is in the South.
The jooking was heard throughout this section of town.
Leland, Mississippi is so quiet now.

Walking through Uptown finds peace from the noise that made the City sparkle...

The wigs were beautiful...

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Distressed by Rob Barratt

My furniture is all distressed
It's unusually unstable
The oak bookcase is quite depressed
As is the coffee table

The worktop has a thin veneer
It seethes beneath the surface
The taps know how low they can… sink
And think life has no purpose

The painted window frame's been stripped...
Of...

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He was a serial lover.
Like no other.  
His words flowed like smooth swoon song.
Led you away, took you along.
Feelings spun, you lost control.
Dressed to kill, he knew his role. 

Wandering across the night,
He moved and prowled without fright.
Youth’s passing moonwalk phase, 
Did no end...

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