Best Evening Dress Poems
Blue evening dress
Topographical cleavage
Nurturing mother
Father Sky reigns high
Soft touch on her horizon
Her head covered with
A wintery Arctic scarf
With white pumps to match
He caresses her
His radiant passion flames
Heating up her womb
Encompassing her with love
Warm and cold climatic touch
His breath cools her skin
Tenderly moistening earth
Life springs from within
I remember every minute of the first day we met,
It was raining, coming in to the reception you got wet,
At a mutual friend’s wedding, you came with a date,
You sat next to me, this was our destiny and fate!
You flirted outrageously with me from the start,
Love at first sight, cupid’s arrow reaching each heart.
You spilled your red wine on my skimpy evening dress,
You apologised my new dress looked an absolute mess.
But I had to quiet my pulse rate, which I instantly felt,
Cupid was in control, causing my heart to melt.
I fell madly in love that magic filled fascinating night,
I loved you from the moment you came into my sight,
You asked me to dance, I looked at you quizzically,
Oh don’t worry about Mary, you answered instantly,
She wanted to attend a Greek wedding and break plates,
Just a friend, certainly not one of my dates.
You kissed me goodnight on my cheek as we both left,
In my diary that same night I accused you of theft,
You had stolen my heart, my soul, and my senses,
I had let down my guard, there were no more fences.
The following day I got a huge bunch of red roses,
I love you, said the card, I was on fire, no amount of hoses
Could put this girl down, I was in a complete daze,
Everything misty with love, I was walking through haze.
You had to do a three week army camp, no cell phones
Then, so I just had to wait in nether land zones.
What happened we don’t know, to this day ourselves blame,
We were in love, but silly, aren’t all youngsters the same,
We should have got married then, but it took many years
Married, divorced, each with a son, met up with heartfelt tears,
Got married 6 months later, with family and friends present,
A very ecstatic couple, this lady and gent!
She looked so beautiful
in her evening dress -
her perfume blended so well
like a jigsaw pattern,
together with her smile.
I hugged her,
and kissed her cheeks.
My girlfriend witnessed the entire act;
she threw our Valentine's cake
at my face - that's not how
I anticipated to enjoy the cake,
like Christmas snowballs....
Her body swayed like a wrecking ball,
as she stormed out of the party. For a
moment the room was dead silent - no
sound of music, glasses, or conversations
in the air, not even whispers of gossip.
My girlfriend didn't know that I was
having a moment with my sister.....
Blue evening dress
Topographical cleavage
Nurturing mother
Father Sky reigns high
Soft touch on her horizon
Her head covered with
A wintery Arctic scarf
With white pumps to match
He caresses her
His radiant passion flames
Heating up her womb
Encompassing her with love
Warm and cold climatic touch
His breath cools her skin
Tenderly moistening earth
Life springs from within
You are putting out evening dress
facing the wall, my Muse,
I see fresh scars, I must confess,
on back that's velvet and smooth.
I want to cry of a cruel pain,
or to forget all with dream,
Where are your wings, my autumn rain,
these were so precious for me?
Where are your wings now
these were so precious for me?
Somewhen we had a time, dear,
Now we have a great job,
to prove that black is white here,
that strong's eating weak, there's no hope.
There's something we lost in action
of crazy war as I see,
By the way, where're your wings of passion
these were so precious for me?
Where are your wings now
these were so precious for me?
I don't ask how much money you have,
How many husbands you've got,
I see upper floors scare you like death,
Open windows scare you a lot.
And if tomorrow will start the fire,
engulfing all building, and we
will die without these wings of desire,
They were so precious for me.
Where are your wings now
these were so precious for me?
P.S. This is my translation of poem by Ilia Kormiltsev
she sat there with only one tear rolling alone to drip between her knees
Splattering on the tidal flow below.
Cross legged with ankles aching on wet jetty stone
Cold wet jetty stones gathered from God knows where
By God knows what and re planted to keep the harbor open
for running tides and shallow keels
The time it takes a hot tear to cool depends on speed and touch of fickle wind
The onshore salt wet slap against the rock beneath her was no fickle tickle
The larger driven waves of displaced wake were soon to drench her useless evening dress in saltier tears of
moon drawn echoes than her eyes had ever bled
What puzzled her was the complete lack of feeling while knowing the onslaught To be so imminent. The ream of
words of feelings past rolled tightly in her huddled arms, had told a tale of woe and hurt and love and joy and
dancing swirl of pipes a skirl in calling whirl that brooked no answer from this girl as patiently she sat on legs
that carried her to reach this edge of reason lost for she was unaware of cost
The clan was nevermore The hillside burned in sunset bright in this the middle of the night and all the ghosts of
freedom yearned to save the soul of this one lass
who carried in her womb the last the hope of past attempts.
The morning found her there still sitting smiling in the pouring rain listening to the soft refrain of ebbing tide as
once again she rose to meet another day of unremitting pain. But she had found an answer in the rain. The clan
would rise again.
The scent of sonnet
I was watching a TV program of Hercules Poirot the heroine in
the plot had no **** and wore an evening dress with aplomb….
Clearly, she had not sat on a carpet
in the forest of spring where the animal of love roams it is
green as spring grass has a pink underbelly looks like a purring
cat or a puppy that softly barks. It droplets of scents
that make lovers enamoured for a day or so sadly there is
always a tomorrow of regrets for some.
If the woman with small **** happens to sit on a carpet in
the glade she will fall in love and pad her bra
and that is ok, why should she not enhance her lack this
bagatelle when there are tringles of love in the air
and if this does not help there is always divorce much a lonely
the man is satisfied with a triangle
Venetian lacy, black masks with feathery eyes
Others gilded in gold leaf and sequinned gems
Come gliding in gondolas to disguise
Obsequiously they dip and bowing bend
St Mark's Square is the meeting place to parade
Stately in silken ball gowns and evening dress
Mask Contest and new acquaintances made
Greet three million visitors more or less
Grandfathers deep English voice joined hers in prayers
Apple trees shimmering in the sunlight beside the water
Crumpled apricot roses tumbled above the interlaced arch
The mistress of the house wore a necklace of black pearls
Attends every afternoon for tiny cakes and fine Ceylon teas
Full evening dress, frothing swell of linen and velvet bodice
Painting roses and rosebuds, petal by petal with dewdrops
Delicate tweeting of finches Dainty wings flittering to and fro
Precious secrets of a painters art the canvas would not yeild
Tailored black suit with a faint chalk stripe,double breasted
Rows of silver buttons stamped with lions , deep grey eyes
Yard sale delight
I wish with all my might
A yard sale sign will appear
For quickly to it I would steer.
There's a sign, sale at Mr. Grover's
He owns that huge lab, Rover
He is a gentle gent
Huge blue house, he and the Mrs. rent.
Each item he and Mrs. arrange
Each one observed, some so strange
All laid out on this bright sunny day
Both waiting to grab the loot they pay.
Madam and Pop---- up for it all
Quickly selling their items, like sales clerks at the mall
Displaying it all, even cloths with ripped seams
New evening dress, last years sunken dreams
And soon it will all be over
They hoping all's sold but the dog Rover
What is left, tucked away in the shed
To sort later, well.....all will dread.
Pops will praise the Mrs. for her work well done
But oh me oh my, while lapping up all the fun
Pops sits near the money with his selfish plot
While propping his feet on grandmas old ten dollar cot.
They will repent soon, for the yarns spun, descent so bold
Of the lie they swiftly told, of the end table finally sold
Sale is now over, alone in the yard left--is tattered old sign
It says "Yard Sale Today." All has went fine.
Linda Terrell
March 8, 2010
Not nice to pick your nose in public, but why
Everyone has a honker, some wipe it on their thigh
That's disgusting to me
Wipe it where no one can see
Like on some ladies' evening dress standing nearby
As I am rushing around
Trying to get ready
Looking here in there
For my special evening gown
Yes.. Tis the one…
With the back out
Slit up the side..
Gives a Sparkling glow
Tis be.. I know
Tis the one
My man loves so..
There it is.. I found it
Hanging in my closet..
Shining.. Sparkling.. Tis a glow.. Still
Along with my high-heals
As I put on my evening dress
I memo.. to pull up my hair..
Half up and half down
As put my earrings and necklace on
Sapphires sparkle.. All around
As My heart tis beating ever so
For I have been awaiting
For this time to be.. We shall go
I don’t want to be late
My man is coming
I want to be ready
For that special.. Date
As I know.. He too.. Can’t wait
Just the same
He is getting ready..
Perhaps.. Yes.. In his blues
Nice and sweet
With his tie..
And black shiny shoes
Smile…
As Getting prepared
For Loves special date
Awaiting this moment
Yes.. Must be fate
For tis as I see..
Out my window
Here he comes
My heart tis beating
Just Like a drum
As he pulls up
With his Horse and carriage
Beholding Red Roses
Perhaps… who knows?
Maybe he may ask... someday
My hand marriage
Then as we go
Tis Time... special date...
Tis Dream
Reminds me...
Of just how it shall be
When Jesus comes
Time... that Special date
Yes... You want to be ready
You don’t want to be late
So get prepared... Now
For Divine Love so Grand
God’s Free Gift
Eternal life
With our Savior
Jesus Christ
Tis Soon shall be
Time… Special date
Compare
As we get ready to go...
Meet our Lord in the Air
Tis are... Forever be…
Spend Eternity there
Behold the Marriage supper
With the Lamb of God
Are You going to be there???
Are You getting prepared???
Time... Special Date
Soon be here...
God’s Glorious Love... Eternity
In her silk evening dress
On the harbour she stands
Looking out to the waters
That claimed her man
The sea was his life
Ever since he was a boy
To be a sailor
Was to be his pride and joy
He made the grade
Through naval school
He was brought up to understand
That the sea can be cruel
Then one night
In the Pentland Firth
The sea was about to show
Its almighty worth
A force nine storm
From the North Sea heads
As his ship was cast
Onto Dunnett Head
No prisoners were taken
This November night
Smashed to smithereens
As she disappeared from sight
The very next morning
The sea was calm and quiet
A difference of hours
From the previous nights riot
Along the rocky shoreline
Bodies were washed up
Bruised and battered
In deathly abrupt
In twisted grace
Her man was found
Amongst the ship he adored
In wreckage surround
On the anniversary of her loss
On the harbour she stands
Looking out to the waters
That claimed her man
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/loss-4.php
I've felt raindrops upon my face;
seen them dance in a breeze embrace.
and a rainbow coaxed across the sky
by rain-soaked clouds hurrying by.
I've watched wind skip across a lake,
last of day's sunset in its wake.
watched dawn's deep amber light
become blue skies, erasing night.
I've heard the robin's throaty voice,
the mocking bird, each song a choice.
Listened to coyote's mournful song,
a hoot owl signaling day is gone.
watched night arrive in evening dress,
and dusk greet dawn in day's success.
I've watched nature in days gone past
and thought those days would always last.
We were ungracious as we built
disrupting forests, vales, and hills.
We stepped on nature's budding leaves;
then wondered why there weren't more trees.
We scorned thr songbirds' pleading call
and filled the sky with an unknown pall.
We dumped our trash into the sea,
tossed plastic bottles relentlessly
claimed nature's wonder as our due,
but she has taught us a thing or two!
We now know it's an exchange
the heavens earlier arranged.
If we want trees, flowers, and lakes,
we must do everything it takes
to keep our planet, once pristine,
alive and healthy, fresh and green.
So we can hear the robin's song,
as others join in sing-along.
And we can watch a raindrop show,
while clouds roll back for a rainbow.
Not nice to pick your nose in public, question is why
Everyone has a honker, some even wipe it on their thigh
That's disgusting to me
Wipe it where no one can see
Like on some ladies' evening dress standing nearby