Best Lapel Poems

Look past
the faded little girl    braids and bows 
in a       polaroid picture
buttery yellow skirt 
curtsying     a smile
frog prince 
imprisoned      in her palm
under a creamy pound cake ...

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The parade is marching to the beat of the drum
With the skirl of the pipes with their distinctive hum
Everywhere you look there's bright shades of green
It's the day of the year, that the Irish love to be seen.

During the great famine many were forced to...

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This day, in America, we remember those who died in battle:

MEMORIAL DAY — IN LIME DEPOSITS

In lime deposits, memories live on, as torrential flesh dies.
Cries in sunshine and rain, flower up bloody sacrifice.
The hopeful blooms of freedom’s caustic cost —
The poppy seeds would last, yet...

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What flower am I?


I represent my country which I love,
Springtime and I go hand in glove.

To see me makes everyone smile,
I grow in every garden can see me for miles.

My vibrant colour yellow and bright,
I blow my own trumpet, Cos I know I am right...

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The day the earth stood still, 
bells suspended in the tower, 
chimes froze in vacant space, 
nullified the hour. 
Her veil like spider web, 
stiff with Winter frost, 
hung upon the mannequin head, 
poignant and lost. 
His buttonhole carnation, 
a bullet wound lapel, 
blood red...

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The Rose is the ultimate floral Queen!
A radiant beauty. Colourful blooms.
A feature of any idyllic scene.
Some live in gardens, others brighten rooms.

Delicate. Precious to the beholder.
A symbol of affection in romance.
Nestled in a lapel 'neath a shoulder
For a wedding, a funeral, a dance.

Appreciate their glory....

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Your brown eyes compel
Bring out this desire
Wishing to hide in
Your lapel, maybe  
Upon a high wire
  
You touch the bell
Sparks will fly high
From your soft hand
Igniting flames

That only 
Death will squelch
But maybe

I will 
Love you 

More


 

Contest: A Diminished Hexaverse
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
Date: January...

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Chuck looks slender and charming 
wearing his black
tux, white silk shirt, black 
tie, black rose boutonnière  on his lapel , 
and polish black
patent leather shoes; 
drives up in his black Cadillac. 

Chuck, a Texas oil tycoon, is a character, 
drinking a glass of Black...

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We Will Party Like Theres No Tomorrow

Weekend is here, there’s
Excitement in the air,

Well-wishers all about,
Illuminating lights of colors bright, 
Literary elite ready for the night, riding in
Luxury limousines both black and white!

Premium Members, novice Poets and Guest,
All enjoying an evening without stress,  
Reveling in...

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Poem, I thought is just play of words and syllable
As breakfast of juice and toast laid out on table
Was fiancee's maiden breakfast, joined in dress with lapel
           Napkin laid on my lap as table manner
To...

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Love is patient.
Love is kind.
It does not ask anything of others.
It doesn’t moan.
It doesn’t complain.
It often goes out of its way to hug others.

Love is never boring.
There is never a dull moment when we are walking in love.
We are carried on the wings of angels...

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Said an aged woman
"My son is lucky,
Got a job in little town;
Never mind my loneliness,
My son should rise,
Live good life;"
After some weeks and months, 
Son left to town;
Each Saturday and day off, 
He visited mom, 
Stayed together,  
Enjoyed moments of bliss;
Days and months passed,
Son...

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Your smile illuminates
The darkest parts in me.
Leather bag draped 
Over your brown tweed jacket.
Your silver lapel badge,
Winks in the sunshine.
The scent of your perfume
Drifts on the breeze.
I want to hold you, to love you.
Your eyes, like cool, blue, pools 
Invite me to dive, to luxuriate
In...

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Logic- well it doesn’t seem to really fit after all this time.
But emotions though; now that’s a different style of fit isn’t it?
Hush puppies with spiked heels and retribution cushions;
Comfortable yet attractive to the practiced eye right?

On a single lane highway that circles the inner...

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“God bless us all when the door is shut behind us, 
only then will we breathe our first breath,
and awake 
from the long dream…”


Forging past the indisputable summit onto the 
shelf of the perfect medium (ah, ‘tis noble here!)
he sits, contemplating his balance. He does...

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