Best Dresser Poems

I espied a large woman called Evie
(She was wearing her  husband’s mankini)
Though her skin was quite pale
She looked like a beached whale
It’s a pity his outfit’s so weenie

Of her figure Evie is proud
but Evie is so well endowed
‘Twas a bright a sunny day
with huge boobs on display
This outfit it drew quite a crowd

An onlooker...

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Seen wearing his wife’s silken gown
O’Keef’s soon the talk of the town
In her basque and pink bra
He looked like a p orn star
His wife gave him a dressing down

 
He admits’ I’m into cross dressing
And this is my way of confessing
You’re the same size as me
I wear your clothes for free -
My desires I’m no...

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Grandma's dresser was a testament to time.  Elegant in it's curves.  Sturdy in it's 
construction.

A thick piece of plate glass lay atop, to protect the wood surface.  Under that glass, 
sealed away, yet there to be seen, were pictures and announcements.  Mile stones 
important to Grandma.

There was a picture of each...

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Rubber lover, Zipperella, 
is not a brother or a fella. 
He has false **** and kitten heels, 
not a chest and ankles made of steel 


His spiky rubber bag is old, 
cleverly patched with a Marigold. 
It’s been so long since he wore cotton, 
and only zips, never a button 

Zippy is a Tube commuter,...

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It was the dresser few could have visualized
I spotted it in the flea market as fantasized
Patterns most would have been able to think up or paint
Created by an artesian whose designs are never faint

This dresser had a signature, not any kind of surprise
So marvelously orchestrated it nearly hurt my eyes
It was a gorgeous dresser, which...

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Looking back
curiously acquiescent
in 4th floor chaos

Looking through these
dresser drawers of
sleepy underclothing

Retrospective shirts
and tiresome socks,
these sheaths of self
more coincidental 
than designed

Everything ajar,
windows, doors
              my dresser drawers

Clues left coyly
in my path
by boorish poltergeists

Half absent,
I impassively apprise their
surreptitious ways,
      ...

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which words
makes him stumble
those he wishes to hear
or those he longs to hear

which words do she want to hear
those that causes togetherness
or those that divides loneliness

might the two be the same?...

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She’s shabby chic, a bedroom chair said at the recycled furniture fair.
They were speaking of Violet, and it hurt her feelings.
“You mean shabby all over!” a mirror said to a chandelier.
The tent shook with all of their laughter; Violet felt ashamed.

Someone purchased her and stripped her paints off.
She felt naked and vulnerable; even though she...

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On my dark dresser
I have some fun for season
I have lit pumpkins
Some evil looking pumpkins
Great Jack-O-Lanterns tonight

Russell Sivey...

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Is your ceiling rolling?
I sigh.
She is eighty-eight.
On pain pills.
Maybe hallucinating.

No Mom.
Yes, it is, she insists.
Okay, Mom.
Is that man coming today?
What man?
The one I saw yesterday.

I sigh.
Is it the pills
Or something worse?

Oh, boy! She yells.
She is staring at the dresser.
Let him out! She commands me.

I walk over to the dresser.
This one? I ask, hovering my hand...

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I have a fabulous dresser, an antique
made out of gorgeous wood of teak
It is totally Victorian, and yet somehow sleek
Found a long time ago at a home beside a creek

Its interior drawers are shabby, quite bleak.
Yet the outside has an incredibly well-built physique.
She is pretty when refurbished, totally chic.
Her clothes drawers sometimes have an ominous...

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Almost twenty-two years ago the brown eye girl was given advice. So  far she had lived by it.  She had found herself trying to live up to the person  who told her the advice.  But how can she keep up with that after all this time? Shouldn't she live up to...

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I have created a dresser you might like
This was stated to my Uncle Ike
Who had been an artist at one time
But was now a salesman at a five and dime

The dresser was stunning, amazing, a feat
Psychedelic mushrooms made it complete
Ike felt sad he had not gone on to pursue his art
Living his soul dream would...

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I live in a magical house with my cats, He and She.
They love me to pieces and give me some glee.
Yesterday at a quarter before ten until three
My dresser gave a bow and served me some tea.

The windows of the house are crisp, clean, and free.
Of cobwebs and dust, they truly do not reflect me.
I...

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She invited me to see her dresser; she was featuring snakes on it.
They are marvelous- attractive, shiny, glitzy, delightful, she said.
I avoided the unveiling for six months, not fond of snakes.
Then I saw it, and it was the most glamorous dresser I had ever seen.
How much are you selling this for? I asked her.
She smiled...

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