Best Nightdress Poems

On the edge of silence 
beyond the mossy-muffled stone wall
a wind chime chants — faint, like falling sparkles of stars—
honeyed musings of a wind spirit on the move
from west to east a bridge of broken chords. 
Cosmic animation stirs my domestic pulsation
in a supple sweep...

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Nobody observes her leaving her room
wearing just her nightdress and red felt carpet slippers
Shuffling silently she slips out of the front door onto the street
Rivulets of rain start to soak her to the skin
Her straggly hair hangs down limply
It becomes so matted and twisted 
Soon...

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The family had just moved into an old castle in Scotland; 
mother, father and their only daughter, Emmie, that they loved so deeply. 
Emmie was only 12 years old, and so innocent and beautiful. 
One night, she was woken up by a dripping sound; 
an...

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If only I could gorge in your lavender scent,
Or fondly nestle in your warm, loving embrace.
Understand that “I love you” is really meant
Let me gaze and wonder the beauty of your face.

A wan moonlight summer beam shines on your body,
I sit near a window pondering...

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On her nightdress candlelight flickers
While underneath she wears blue knickers
Grandpa recalls Kentucky
The last time he got lucky
Grandma just rolls her eyes and snickers



May 19, 2019
9-9-7-7-9
for Tania Kitchin's Bawdy Limericks Contest...

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The girl of my dreams
I met one night
Her beauty captured
This Highland Knight
 
Its been a month
And i am so absorbed
To be with her
On natures orb
 
Then one night 
As we lay in bed
A strange feeling
Runs through my head
 
The previous night
She stayed out late
Not getting...

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This is the tale of Betty Vautour 
Who took on a lover at age forty-four. 
Stormed out of the house 
With soft-spoken curse, 
In nightdress and slippers, 
Cosmetics and purse. 

What was she thinking? I'll never know. 
Into the arms of a drunkard named Joe,...

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Do I know what to pack – that answer is never
Depends on my mood and also the weather

Two pairs of jeans and three summer dresses
A new skort but I won’t wear it she confesses 

Nightdress and socks and four t shirt tops
If I run out...

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The family had just moved into an old castle in Scotland; 
mother, father and their only daughter, Emmie, that they loved so deeply. 
Emmie was only 12 years old, and so innocent and beautiful. 
One night, she was woken up by a dripping sound; 
an...

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When limbs of Montmartre tint the glow
chemise de nuit falls to the ground,
belle de jour, come moan a pale sound
through alleys winding lamp light’s flow.
Her fine heels toss on follies’ show
she, au naturel , caprice bound ;
taunting stars to rouse below.

Uphill, this mistress wraps fired...

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When we first met,
you adored me,
from sunrise to sunset.
We would stay up all night,
infatuated like lovebirds

and I'm still wondering.... What went wrong.
When did you run out of things to say?
Over one million apologies later,
I'm still sorry.

I still remember your last goodbye,
How I begged you not...

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Here is what happened to King Mear,
He didn't know what to wear!
He wore his nightdress to the party,
And his coat to bed!
Oh, poor King Mear!...

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Sleepless
Nights
Drifting
In and
Out
and
I realize
that

I've
Lost myself
Inside
This house

My
home
with
Glass walls
and
darkened windows
Ne'er letting the light in
Trying
to
find
an escape

and

In
This dreamlike
State
I
find myself walking
Through the halls
I once knew
My
feet
Throb from
the tingling sensation of
numbness that only
the
Cold Glass floor can bring

My
Nightdress
ghost like in appearence
flutters
in
the
wind
as
glacial temperatures
drop
and
My
breath
becoming visible
like tufts of
Clouds

Eerie
it seems
that no one can
hear my cries
and
the
walls
White
as
Angel Wings
Glow
in the Darkness...

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What happens in the past, stays in the mind. 

Sitting on the floor,  pen in hand, a wealth of books surround me, comfortable in my familiarity. 
Studying was my sole mission; achieving only excellence my greatest aim.
Suddenly a flash! Vivid sounds, historic pictures, acrid smells...

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She walks in the green fields in Wales
with a basket in her hands
She is picking jasmines flowers
and singing her favorite song as loud as she can

and under a big cherry tree
She sits down when she needs to rest
because when she tries to do too much
she...

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