Best Flouncing Poems

Babette

Poor Babette is a hot mess...			
She's a walking fashion disaster,		
Flouncing in her frilly, floral dress.		
Poor Babette is a hot mess...			
But she's not one to stress.			
Strutting like a proud rooster,	
Poor Babette is a hot mess...			
She's a walking fashion disaster.		


Date:      12-30-2021...

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Fall season is a favored time of year
when leaves irradiate their aurum cheer.

Custard colors cloak paths with brilliantine
while misty breezes tease the woods to sheen.

A couturière flouncing haute couture,
adorning the hillside with striped hachure.

Rich gemstones of ornate colors convey
an elegance to Her brilliant bouquet.

Wild winds...

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Inspired by Deborah Guzzi's contest
3 poems alliteration, acrostic, and ABC poem together on one page.


Sunshine
Under blue skies
Naked flesh revived
Sensually stimulating
Hours become minutes
Intimate revelation of self
Nap included to ponder the view
Earth to sky

Fake falsies flash and flutter finely from Felicia's face
Fragrant flowing and flouncing flattery
Furnishes floors...

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Memory of Liberty

  Ballroom entanglements of crush induce dancers,
  Flouncing hem of skirt of my lady the Royal Queen,
  Wavy as ocean, swiveling and sweeping in spiraling
  concerto,
  The sea of floating headgears bobbing up at the simms,
  Footfalls...

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Who Runs This Home
      by Amy Swanson



You stare at me
warm topaz eyes
           so serene
                mysterious...


warm...

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Pretty little frilly,
Skirt up too high,
Flouncing around,
Reflecting the sky,
Femininely dancing,
Slender and tall
Delightfully pleasing,
Mystifyingly all,
Showing to tease
The wind, 
And his breeze,
Displaying she reveals
No shame at all,
Purple little daisy
Fragrances she sends
Signaling her lovers,
Also her friends,
Looking to attract,
Without any tact
Cheerful intentions
Night-time sleeps,
Her dreams welcome.

02/03/2017...

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A spindly girl one far-off year
With both knees scabbed and flouncing skirt,
She kicked the ball and ran to first
And I felt glad to watch her sprint
Or catch her smile, just hear her laugh,
And when she neared, my heart, it raced,
My throat went tight and head...

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Black spots and Polka dots;
Are flouncing in the sky.

Hopping; dropping;
dancing; prancing;
cavorting way up high.

Whirling; twirling;
Spinning; grinning
Swaying in the air.

Moving; shaking;
dipping; braking;
Floating without a care.

What you say,
is this you see?
I don't know,
you tell me...

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bouncing

trouncing

flouncing

pouncing

Tiggers: bouncing, trouncing synergy
of pure flouncing, pouncing energy
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Flouncing flamenco style or doubling up for a pass a doublet is neither a right or a wrong in a semi colon in nightgowns. But trespassing on a land? Really? Who said? Hum. Huh. Disgusting. Go irrigate a system. It is irrelevant in an underpass....

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The long-legged lass in ruddy tights
struts her stuff like high-heeled stilts.
Each step a flouncing prance, 
an elegant dance on heel-up stance,
that flaunts the body to pose, poised....

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Men travel off the shore,
With one dress they can afford.
Ahooy is the song they sing,
With a rum they drink.
Accompanied only with a lunnete shaped,
Flouncing on Poseidon's crib.
In a chest a heart is buried.
Shreaded with a cup like spirit.
Eight pieces should not be apart,
To free a...

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Never to Succeed

I wanted to be taken seriously,
And to be me,
I wore three-tiered skirts, flouncing
Blouses and I dreamed of being a dancer,
With a Spanish partner,
Tempted by music and art,
Winking at the moon,
With my outstretched arms,
Before it,
Bottles of wine on the counter,
Colors of pink and red,
No...

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the deepest part of my heart has a key,
gulping and squeezed, with precious tears,
fears frozen with sweet memories, loving
cup that overflows — a blue-blue fountain
strumming in a garden with singing trees.
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the secret garden of my mind flowing
in four different directions, partitions of
a red-red beating heart,...

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“Curly girl: It's more than just hair, it's an attitude.”- Lorraine Massey.

With pretty ringlets in her hair,
a princess she appears to be.
Cute bows she wears give her such flair
with pretty ringlets in her hair.
With cheeks so pink and skin so fair,
this darling child I love...

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