Best Full Dress Poems
Kill the Silent One
(Silent Killer)
He has invaded, unseen
Lurking and silent
Evil destroying one and all
From cell to cell
Crawling underneath
Leaching blood and soul
Smiles are murdered
Futures destroyed
Families ruined
The silent one is a killer
Who must be killed
The order has been given
Command centre now on full alert
Maps perused and studied
Strategies contemplated
The invasion...........
Will be at early dawn
Men prepare their battle gear
The landing party both excited and nervous
Life depends on them
Ones death also looms
They have no guilt
No fear
For whom shall be killed
The silent one's days are numbered
Victory is their only option and concern
War has been declared
And
We shall overcome
The silent one
The dawn is approaching
The men kit up in their uniforms
Preparing equipment, double checking their instruments
They march forth ready to do to battle
At dawn, as the brightness above shines down upon them
They enter the theater of operations
Weapons ready
Doctors in full dress
Scrub nurses ready for action
Technicians monitoring vital signs
The battle has begun
More saline, clamps, increase IV, Scalpels
Blood stains the heroes of the moment
The end, a silence, a satisfaction, a tear
This patient can be declared
Cancer free
The silent one was murdered
Cancer removed
Life restored
Family rejoices
Tears and kisses
This battle won
Categories:
full dress, cancer, health, hope, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
We're grouped together ready to party
just standing around waiting for the coach.
Not a stag do exactly, just us men.
Before you ask, it wasn't fancy dress.
A football Friday night out for a drink,
one or two, possibly looking for sex.
I certainly wasn't looking for sex,
no women allowed in this lad’s party.
Tam who’s just arrived is getting a drink,
he’s our mate and first team footballing coach.
Back from a wedding rehearsal; full dress.
So he’ll be glad; being back amongst the men.
We arrive at a pub heaving with men;
just a handful of the opposite sex.
God knows who came up with this **** address.
It isn’t lively enough to party.
We agree that we’ll get back on the coach,
however, Tam bought us all one more drink.
At the next pub I get the lads a drink,
‘Okay,’ I say to them, ‘It’s my round, men,’
and hand three pints of lager to the coach.
My thoughts absentmindedly turn to sex,
when I look towards a crowded hen party
and see a girl in a skimpy red dress.
‘Check out the girl, in the little red dress,’
I say to Liam, passing him his drink.
‘I’d love to get an invite to that party.’
‘Aye well, you, me, and the rest of the men;
thoaght you wurny interested in sex?’
he says, as we watch her approach the coach.
It’s half past two; the last round’s on the coach.
He’s fondling the girl, his hands up her dress.
‘Jesus man, go outside if you want sex,’
I say, ‘It’s your round; last orders for drink.
I’ll be up there with the rest of the men.’
The bar closes; it’s the end of the party.
I board the coach with the rest of the men.
It was a good party, plenty to drink,
and Tam’s having sex wearing the red dress.
Categories:
full dress, character, drink, friendship, funny,
Form:
Sestina
ExploreWriteThe Debutant Sun
The sun was in full dress,
A golden beauty,
Wearing a bright red tiara.
She spread her dress like
A debutant over the clear
Blue ocean, then with grace,
Sprinkled sunbeams
That glistened, riding the
Waves...
We bathed in the warmth of her smile
Collected sea shells as tangible
Treasures to place at her feet.
Cynthia
Categories:
full dress, nature,
Form:
Free verse
Monk's shaved pate
thick pelt around edge
leans over book
leans over book above river
reciting lines, reading scriptures, preparing
first for his personal salvation, then
for those of other men.
He prays, sweetly
serenely, steadfastly
participating
in the broad rhythmic thrusting of the river
and the earth.
Completely exposed
to its vibration
he vibrates passively
yet passionately
putting effort into remembering some
of the ancient, past taboos
and practices
Performing
the art of total presence
and abstinence.
Absent from worldly
life, abstaining wholly
from touching
the black girl
becoming
part of her beads
her sweaty underwear
commanding a full dress view
of her stimulus,
her honey.
Categories:
full dress, art, earth, girl, passion,
Form:
Verse
Grace Harbour
First into Grace Harbour
Me in classic sailboat
At anchor alone
In Desolation Sound
Where silence reveals the place
And the world is bigger
Because I can hear its’ vastness
It’s Bioacoustic diversity
Seals surface, gulls dive, water ripples.
A breeze in a cedar whispers
The buzz of a bumblebee.
The distant whistle of an eagle trembles in air
And falling droplets of rain taste of spruce.
The very place sparkles in silent sound and my soul is still
No need to block out
The combat zone of flashing messages.
From CNN and Fox.
But stillness of silence
Is reflected in blue water
and framed by oyster encrusted rocks,
While green and orange algae talk
Tidal pools and purple sea stars walk
And I can hear the world as music.
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War, bombs and shrapnel.
Roaring yachts arrive like Hummers or tanks from Kandahar
Stacked high with gadgets, guns hanged,
Travelling as a pack of waking house-mobiles
To conquer wilderness with bars, showers, propane barbecues
Gas generators, deep freezers, and boom-boxes
All sorts of folks; models in bikinis with pedigree dogs.
Fashion ladies in silk that launch revving zodiacs
To carry standard poodles for an urgent pee.
Then ‘A Tea Cup Yorkshire terrier’ yelps
At a Jack Russell that barks at a Chihuahua
As a Dachshund and Afghan Hound take offense
In frenzied jealousy.
Big hipped humans scream ashore in tenders.
Acoustic awareness numbed
The get-away-from-it-allers that bring it all always, partied.
As night fell they turned the generators off
“I haven’t seen any wildlife”, said one,
“There was more to feed at the zoo”
Said the other boomer
“Yea, where’s the loon.”
Fixed ideas of progress consume.
Then our mother moon
In full dress exposed an array of limpets
Of many sizes and shapes all clinging to obvious rocks
Exchanging freedom for the security
Of a defensive shell of fixed ideas
And automated reflexes.
It is useless to talk kindly to a limpet
One must detach it by main force.
Categories:
full dress, adventure, beauty, boat, environment,
Form:
Blank verse
This Happy Memory
Spotted the moon out the window
and couldn't get outside quick enough.
I had always loved the moon's glow.
I used to think if I just huff
it would follow me in a bluff;
memories when I was a child.
The stars have always in a wild
way kind of fascinated me.
From that first look I blushed and smiled
in a dream I foresaw to see.
My first look through a telescope
to see the bright moon I'd been hooked.
Not as bright as to dull my hope
on etching of stars as I looked
through drifting clouds I'd overlooked.
I use to lay in the cool dew
wet grass in the yard, singing through
silence. I would spend my evening
gazing up twilight sky that drew
me to love the night air of spring.
The moon always swooned as it balled
when it hung in full dress. Its light
would bathe the leaves as it lusted
making them like fairies in flight.
I pretended through fading night,
magic blended in the shadows,
unicorns gleaned the green meadows.
A child's vision of memories
wiping away pain as wind flows.
There is strength within victories.
1/16/2018
Poetry Contest: The Magic Of Three
Sponsored by: Broken Wings
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Categories:
full dress, child, dream, moon, night,
Form:
Dizain
As morn's sun cracks the horizon
Casting pink Easter dress
Redbud stands with newly acquired
Full green hair, I am blessed
The fireball sun floats on pink clouds
Like China doll surrounded
By full dress and stiff crinoline
God's beauty compounded
As the roosters steadily crow
Song birds sing very close
A new song I have just heard
Turkeys' gooble like ghost
The sun has changed from red to orange
Now it has become gold
God has choregraphed
For all a great morn's show
Categories:
full dress, faith, inspirational, life, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
If I never meet her again,
my whole life would be incomplete.
This one day was simply germane.
And for what reason did we meet?
In this imperfect world of ours,
a joy, everything was flawless.
How often have you spent hours
on a sandy beach, in full dress.
And feel very comfortable,
with a cool breeze off the ocean.
Things were very pleasurable,
and we didn't need suntan lotion.
Categories:
full dress, friendship
Form:
Rhyme
AUTUMN COLORS
Trees, and endless squadrons of their fellows,
In full dress with their medals, reds and yellows:
An army in bronze and topaz uniform,
Ready and waiting for orders to fall in and conform;
And in fall - with its rich golden leaf
And needles polished - ready to guard its fief.
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Written 15 August 2012
Entered in Russell Sivey’s Contest Autumn, Fall Colors
Categories:
full dress, allegory, nature, seasons,
Form:
Couplet
On the stone whitebeige border of a bridge over the Seine,
she rests her two arms, her body leaning on her outer forearms;
the tearlet longlaced white ruffles on her longsleeved dark skyblue dress
fall in small tiered cascades from long somewhat full sleeves
gathered at the wrists;
her medium light brown hair with orangey tints hangs in
voluminous ringlets over her shoulders.
She looks across the Seine with her longlashed mediumlight brown eyes.
A very light breeze touches her hair, ruffles and long full dress lightly,
creating a soft ripple (tingle), tinkle; her folded-in-an open-clasp hands
look like they are folded in an earnest suppliant's
prayer.
Oh for a sight of Jean (her cavalier), or even a word or letter - to ease her
ruminating anxious (but also hopeful) heart.
Categories:
full dress, love, light, light,
Form:
Free verse
The Wood Elves were summoned among the
Greens
Your here to spread the news about the birth
Of our princess.
Her name is Josephine
She was born at eight fifteen
Was nineteen inches long and weighted in at
Six pounds 3 ounces the Queen is fine and the
King is overflowing with happiness.
The Wood Elves were summoned among the
Greens
Her eye color is aquamarine.
Later on we will have a gala with full dress.
Her name is Josephine
She was named after the mother of the Queen
For her courageousness
The Wood Elves were summoned among the
Greens
We believe she has taken after her great great
Grandmother Irene
Seems she can see tree lights in varying degrees
So she will be able to understand the old ancient
Language which makes her even more priceless.
Her name is Josephine.
The other attribute is she will be a great go
Between
Since she is half human we believe there will be
No limit to her success.
Now go in peace with this news release around
The greens
Telling everyone you meet we have a princess her
Name is Josephine.
Categories:
full dress, adventure, baby, birth, fantasy,
Form:
Villanelle
"A bouquet of lingering stars in lull of velvet satin darkness,
forever I give to you, my love. Quote_by Poet"
It's so perfect, calm, and tranquil;
My spirit is truthful thankful.
Night full of vivid imagery,
A mood full of bewitchery.
Moons soften flame shines like before
Giving way to those I adore.
A calm above, a full-dress night,
The vastness fades in dawns first light.
Look upon your face as I wake
A calm within my mind you make
When you awake, thee I'll embrace
Draw a breath, a wee sound meek pace.
As quaking crisp blooms and leaves sigh
Umber earth spurn to say good-bye
The allure afresh, as hopes soar
Opening symphonies once more
1/11/2022
C Form - Couplet Poetry Contest 1. calm
Sponsored by: Constance La France
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Categories:
full dress, night, sky,
Form:
Couplet
buds begin to leaf
begging for bucolic growth ~
flora in full dress
(May Full Moon – Cree)
Categories:
full dress, birth, environment, life, moon,
Form:
Haiku
I often sit in quiet contemplation of my surroundings. In silent observation I process the changes that nature presents, just for my viewing pleasure. Through the changes of the seasons I watch plants grow, from seedling to blossoming beauty. Tree leaves bud, grow, change their colors and fall. Giant oaks morph from skeletons to splendid sentinels in full dress uniforms, standing watch over the bivouac below. Throughout the day, and the passing seasons, the sun’s torch illuminates different branches and lucky leaves, as I watch. Each night the moon takes a slightly different route above my head, than the one it took the night before. I feel a kinship with the ancient ones, who gazed in wonder at their world and wondered why. For so do I. That, no surprise, for as you know I am one of the ancient ones.
Categories:
full dress, age,
Form:
Free verse
I wish I could be human
the monarch felt this thought between tulips
she awoke in the morning queenly in full dress
everyone wanted rules
all she wanted was nectar
Categories:
full dress, butterfly,
Form:
Free verse