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
Categories:
flouncing, fashion, funny,
Form:
Triolet
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 blow briskly and bracingly strong.
High mountain tops lace in silver sarong.
Her splendent figure, festive femme fatale,
reigns regally pluperfect pastorale.
Her flamboyant panache is très chic.
Au fond, She's decisively magnifique!
Categories:
flouncing, autumn, beauty, color, environment,
Form:
Couplet
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 on the parade paved hill tarmac of many
destinies,
Lives held in captivities in the jaws of colonial
metropolitan,
Imploding, searchlight to conquer the fun-fare frontiers,
Categories:
flouncing, anniversary
Form:
Free verse
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 and floors of faux finery
Fifty-five Ford Fairlane flies Felicia from fast to flirty
Fixed in the forever to find fiction facinating
Another poem in cyber space
Bought by brain stimulation
Cynical thoughts
Don't pay the bills
Every letter must be represented
Freakish F was not harmed in the making of this poem
Guts and glory touched our lives
However I jest....
In time no one will really care
Just a judge possibly of mistakes
Kill no kiss me I'm an Irish spud lover
Lies will get you everything
Mostly short lived though
No one really wants the truth
Open that dead can of worms and phew! What a foul smell!!
Pleeeeeaaase!! Let dead worms lie
Quick!! Close the lid!!
Really man close the lid!!
Seriously though I am really enjoying this little poem.
Together we can conquer poetic forms
Under no occasion should you try this at home, alone
Verily, Verily the alphabet is getting towards the end
Why oh why are there only twenty-six??
X my fun!? No you can't!
Zebra stripe gum is still sold in forty eight-states
Yeah!! Fun will stay!
Categories:
flouncing, funny
Form:
ABC
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
Categories:
flouncing, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
Who Runs This Home
by Amy Swanson
You stare at me
warm topaz eyes
so serene
mysterious...
warm amber glow
soft ball of fur
you nestle down beside me
content
to be with me
asking only
to be scratched...
and to play with the pen I am using!
Stretching out lazily
and purring softly
you allow me the privilege
of petting soft amber fur
- while reaching yet again for my pen! -
(you don't give up easily!)
And now you've had enough;
hopping up to catch a pesky flea
then a bath
you take such care to groom
your sunshine colored fur
Just as suddenly
you walk away
casting a disdainful glance in my direction
tail fluffed and flouncing
to visit your food dish
We know who runs this home!
*wink*
Categories:
flouncing, pets
Form:
Light Verse
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 grew light,
My first true clue that life’s pursuit
Is winning love and female grace.
Categories:
flouncing, first love, growing up,
Form:
Blank verse
bouncing
trouncing
flouncing
pouncing
Tiggers: bouncing, trouncing synergy
of pure flouncing, pouncing energy
Categories:
flouncing, tiger,
Form:
Tyburn
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
Categories:
flouncing, children, happiness, introspection, nostalgia,
Form:
Free verse
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.
Categories:
flouncing, beauty, bird,
Form:
Free verse
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. Really. Are Astronaughts astronomically passing? Or is it the ordered preordained multitasking whisk that whirls around. Speaking in a descant voice is rather a pleasant octave. Ignoring ignorance irrationally is a quotation on a journey. But planting ones feet in a mystical view is an integral part of being a being and being a being is good and who would argue with a ninety thousand year old goldfish. Not wise. Not clever. Compunction compounds. I don't wanna wear clothes says I but I have to. Says who. Snails travel at high speeds un the morning. Hahahahahahahaha now eat. Hahahahaha boom bang. Imminent. Dangerous dogs demonic. No ha ha to that bunch of dying arranged posies. Xxxxx decriminalisation z
Categories:
flouncing, analogy, angel, art, august,
Form:
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 goddess with a wounded heart.
Shipwreaks,
Seas and sky.
A Dutchman's ship arise.
Brethren court,
stick with bones and shells,
clutching in the semi-decended wood
of a lunate shaped vessels.
Wars at the sea,
Cannons set free,
Spare out the sword
for thy man can use for.
Keep your eyes on the horizon,
Was all the man can accord.
Inspired by;
jhon heck.
super sleuth
Categories:
flouncing, adventure
Form:
Free verse
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 trophy room or smoking den,
Just careless love, a few laughs,
No options for substance,
A rainbow of fate before me.
Clothed in armor,
Copper pennies at my feet,
Stone walls around my heart,
Lofty, sober, men in the streets,
Citizens later, passing them with jaws
Set and frowns erected,
To Hell with life,
I’d rather be a hummingbird,
As my crumbled tulle skirt
Makes me weep,
Botched flirtations,
Missed chances,
Parking lot mistakes,
Fumbling with my zipper
As I dress quickly,
A man with a flask in the alley,
Awkward glances as he passed.
My perfume filling the car,
Magnolia and violet with rose, too.
My sun-freckled face
Smudged and sweaty in the heat,
As my breasts feel slaughtered by
My pain,
Wishing for showy romance
Where flesh meets pleasures
And the breeze carries the botany of
My green closed eyes
To you,
Fragile touch of lips,
A world full of desire and serene
Love, not mine. --J. E. Cook © 2020
Categories:
flouncing, conflict, deep, identity, metaphor,
Form:
Free verse
“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 to see.
With pretty ringlets in her hair,
a princess she appears to be.
Like Shirley Temple dancing, she
enjoys flouncing her princess curls.
How precious is my girl to me.
Like Shirley Temple dancing, she
performs for us, giggling with glee
How gracefully my daughter twirls!
Like Shirley Temple dancing, she
enjoys flouncing her princess curls.
Categories:
flouncing, girl,
Form:
Triolet
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.
§
the secret garden of my mind flowing
in four different directions, partitions of
a red-red beating heart, a steady beat,
massaged, alive by the hand of Christ.
roses and tulips intertwine succinctly.
§
apropos petals propose a seasoned mix,
a stir of scented wind. honeysuckle and
lavender tryst fill my eyes with happiness
but the winds always changing, often brisk
and dating, the calendar flipping, flouncing
§
and the ground shaking beneath my knees
whilst i breathe out loud, sensations of
anxiety, ne’er knowing where life will lead
but faith, ferocious faith and hope, yes-love
must tender me a kiss via my savior.
12/4/2019
Categories:
flouncing, anxiety, garden, heart, love,
Form:
Verse