Best Evening Dress Poems

Pursue love,
the love that has no meaning,
the silver ports of the moon,
shine so bright,
that it blinds you in the twilight
she is beautiful and she is divine
she is the song sang by the sweet nightingales
in the gardens of worthy, overgrowning and blooming roses,
like wildfire grow tall...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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