Best Nylons Poems
My first crush seemed like a box of Crayons
Hot Magenta was tugging on her nylons
She dyed her hair like the Florida Sunrise
Her Cool And Crazy words just mesmerize
Cotton Candy eye shadow with every blink
She kissed Wild Strawberry that tattooed my cheek
Her Midnight Blue eyes, that just sparkled within
That Glossy Grape dress, gripped her like sharkskin
We shared a drink, it was called Lemon Lime Zing
This long story short, Atomic Tangerine
Categories:
nylons, romance, teen,
Form:
Rhyme
It is the evening I have waited for,
stiletto heels three inches high adorned my feet,
real nylons hung from garters beneath a
skin tight, leather skirt of maraschino cherry-red.
A blouse of white silk, with a cascade of ruffles,
played peek-a-boo with my décolletage.
Outdoors, the rain pounded the asphalt
making the reality of his arrival even more bizarre.
A Harley barrels into the driveway.
Apparently, he thinks
he is Marlon Brando
and I am Stella?
I stand on the porch, a black umbrella
covering my new do, and watch as he
saunters through the puddles on the concrete walk.
The color of the umbrella my only
non-incongruent element in the frame, the scene made.
His smile was like a box of Chiclet's
on his clean shaven face.
He kisses me.
I lick the raindrop
from the tip of his Roman nose
and take hold of his Russian fingers.
He tosses my umbrella on the porch,
throws his black leather jacket over my shoulders,
lifts me off my feet, and carries me to the bike.
The sun breaks through the clouds and the rain stops,
just in time for the neighbors to glare at the sight of my legs
reflecting on the bikes chrome work.
Shake their respective heads
and donate a few wolf whistles.
Categories:
nylons, lust,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Time to get ready to go… out on the town
Getting prepared… all dressed up… in evening gown
Glimmer and lace… plans on going to a fancy place
With some sparkle within the silk…dress
With slight slit up the side… High heels
Nylons… the kind that fits all size
Long brown hair half up-half down
Necklace that has radiant diamonds
Combined with sapphire stones
Earrings that sparkle as they dangle… down
While she gets ready... he is too
Dressing up.. in his nice blue suit
Set with tie... and shiny black shoes
He can't wait for the time... they meet
He remember her beauty... SOoo sweet
He leaves to pick her up... sweeping her off her feet
He prepares with roses and champagne.. and his plans
Time is ticking… Awaiting to go out on the town
Her man comes... to take her away
In a horse... in a buggy
giving roses... carring champagne
Taking her to that special place
Where everyone gathers… to celebrate
At Midnight… Welcoming in The New Year!
Just a Dream---- but this
~Reminds me~ of how it will be
As time is ticking… be awaiting
For the day of our Lord… Jesus comes to take us away
Rapture takes place… whosoever received Gods’ Grace
Will all meet together in the air
Trumpets will blow… Angels will sing
Victory Celebration… Worshiping Our Majestic King
~Time is Now at hand… are you getting ready?~
~come believe in Jesus.. then together we celebrate on the day of our Lord~
Categories:
nylons, inspirational,
Form:
Those yanks in their tanks never got many thanks
The locals moaned, ‘they’re over here’ *
We Brits had the ration, those yanks sought out passion
With cigarettes, chocolate and beer
Girls couldn't rely on a whiff of a nylon
So legs got the tea or the gravy **
Eye liner pencil sufficed for the seam
The trick was to not make it wavy
But Typhoo and Bisto for fellas from ’Cisco
Was something quite hard to explain
Those girls would do lock ins with painted on stockings
All thankful that it didn't rain
Then with the war over and husbands at Dover
And Uncle Sam’s troops on their toes
Wives by the dozen had buns in the oven
And those baby’s dads were John Does
——
* Over paid, over sexed and over here - a reference to American GIs
who came, seemingly, laden with otherwise rationed goodies.
** In the absence of nylons/stockings, women would ‘stain’ their legs
with tea and draw on the seam. According to Mr Google, some even
used gravy. Neither were waterproof and rain (in Britain?) was to be
avoided at all costs.
Categories:
nylons, world war ii,
Form:
Rhyme
Five stones
closing times
radiograms and
seventy-eights
school caps
sticklebacks
saturday flicks,pooh sticks
Charabancs
steam trains
linoleum
oil cloth
mangles
fish paste
sandwich spread
Hot towel shaves
cut-throat razor
shopping baskets
paper bags
braces,plimsoles
short,back
and sides
Wizard beano
and hotspur
lending libraries
picturegoer,
road to
Bridget Bardot
Marilyn Monroe
Dripping
coal fires
antimacassars
nylons,suspenders
crumpets
and toast
Brown and mild
barrelled beer
conkers,school milk
blackboard rubbers
and liftup desk lids
times-tabled
school-kids
Draughts
and allotments
rusty bikes
roller skates
satchels and scrumping
pounds,shillings
and pence
Categories:
nylons, nostalgia,
Form:
Rhyme
Time to get ready to go… out on the town
Getting prepared… all dressed up… in evening gown
Glimmer and lace… plans on going to a fancy place
With some sparkle within the silk…dress
With slight slit up the side… High heels
Nylons… the kind that fits all size
Long brown hair half up-half down
Necklace that has radiant diamonds
Combined with sapphire stones
Earrings that sparkle as they dangle… down
While she gets ready... he is too
Dressing up.. in his nice blue suit
Set with tie... and shiny black shoes
He can't wait for the time... they meet
He remember her beauty... SOoo sweet
He leaves to pick her up... sweeping her off her feet
He prepares with roses and champagne.. and his plans
Time is ticking… Awaiting to go out on the town
Her man comes... to take her away
In a horse... in a buggy
giving roses... carring champagne
Taking her to that special place
Where everyone gathers… to celebrate
At Midnight… Welcoming in The New Year!
~Reminds me~ of how it will be
As time is ticking… be awaiting
For the day of our Lord… Jesus comes to take us away
Rapture takes place… whosoever received God's Grace
Will all meet together in the air
Trumpets will blow… Angels will sing
Victory Celebration!!!… Worshiping Our Majestic King
~Time is Now at hand… are you getting ready?~
~come believe in Jesus.. then together we celebrate on the day of our Lord~
Categories:
nylons, inspirational, loveday, together,
Form:
A parting shot
Baristas bang to level the grounds
Constant caffeinated sounds
Murmured speak of 'where to next'?
Lonely figures sit and text
Gluten-free on plates piled high
Condensing people passing by
Foreign tongues that click and slur
Counterpoint a song from Blur
Buy 'to go' to cut the cost
By patronage the past has lost
Dusty corners, crumbs they've missed
Pierced lip and tattooed wrist
How strange our habits, then and now
That beg the questions when? and how?
Suspended nylons now replaced
By skin-tight leggings trimmed and laced
Time has changed the way we think
Of what we eat and what we drink
Like poetry that used to rhyme
Now lost in Jabberwocky slime.
Categories:
nylons, today,
Form:
Couplet
'If chronic pain were Olympic sport'
Morning shocks me with a jolt
Night time flies like Usain Bolt
If dream of sleep were 'lympic pride
My pain within I'd win not hide
If feeling tired, was winning gold
My chronic illness medal hold
We would be there chasing Mo
If energy won at being low
If 'pushing through' meant top of game
And trembling hands meant pride and fame
If migraine vice meant all things nice
And neck strain drain meant King of pain
If winning crunch was base of spine
Or BP drop that renders blind
We would excel Olympic pride
Where no one you love would dream you 'lied'
They'd even know it's genes so fate
They'd say 'I believe' not 'you exaggerate'
If feeling drained was strong like Phelps
Where tiredness reigns and brain fog helps
POTS fatigue, compression nylons
Clunky shoulders easy bronze
If Olympian meant broken bowel
We'd feel their pain, lay on beach towel
For every day we feel that burn
From joints all round and stomach churn
If chronic pain were Olympic pride
We'd win hands down, in bed would hide
Categories:
nylons, how i feel, inspiration,
Form:
Rhyme
age, birth, birthday, childhood, friendship, teenage, together,
Twin Unlimited ballad
Twinned at birth I shared a moment
Not too much room in the womb remained
Closeted together holding hands we laid
We were birthed apart three minutes in-between
She was named Sandra and I Diane.
It wasn't long before she was called Sandi
And I for reasons you will know 'nick-named' Didee
Nanny named me after what the British called a ‘diaper’!
Sandra became 'Sandi', shortly thereafter rhyming with Didee.
Our nick-names have followed us from kindergarten and up
And today Sandi is GRANNY SANDI And I AUNTY DIANE
But, I remain Didee still, to all my living family and relatives
I was youngest and grew up an introvert and her an extrovert
Times changed and the wild whole world saw to that!
I became myself apart from twin mania; as so did she.
It was in teenage years that we were separated as twins
We were dressed alike and shared many a birthday party
Graduation in grade 8, I chose a frilly dress not Sandi
She wanted a pair of boys blue denim jeans which said a lot
I went feminine with girly wants, nylons, training bras and rollers
And Sandi loved sports of all kinds, bats and balls and bubble gum!
We indeed went our separate ways, me the 'thinker' and her a 'doer'
Today we share senior hood and are still bonded enjoying our lives
I have been gifted with creativity, expressiveness with words and paints
She has been gifted with the gab and expresses herself with thread and cloth
We definitely are of two minds with lives differently spent
But always in one’s shadow, proudly following one another’s gain
Our years nick-named Sandi and Didee are forever stamped in our 'twined' minds!
Categories:
nylons, age, birth, birthday, childhood,
Form:
Ballad
Central Park looks Beautiful When you’re In Love
Central Park without the gates of heaven screens;
It’s heavenly, a poet daring to dream
Harps and golden crowns of evenly bliss paradise
Twilight, nylons and panels in the park;
Where Lover dreams come true with sparks;
Behold the beauty, behold a lover.
Poetic, artistic, romantic, trees and sky liners
Central Park the gates of heaven in clear view;
It’s heavenly yet powerful; Poets dreams
Cristal, Ruby, Diamond, Sapphire Pearl or gold
Or just chilling its tares amongst the weeds
Strolling or experiencing it’s where lovers meet;
Colorful hot air balloons circle the park
Bollywood again and again after dark
Categories:
nylons, beautiful, courage, death, dedication,
Form:
Free verse
PAW PAW ADAGE OF LIFE.
I know this fruit
I know its old nursery rhyme
I love its taste so sweet
The softness and sweetness align
But where thou grow makes me wonder
In bola thou stand amidst dirt
Cheered by smells and empty nylons
There you stand so tall and with ripe fruits
Thou sweetness is like Cummings
Your surrender on the mouth like a soft romance
Your taste on the lips sweet like a lovely kiss
Your watery body make my mouth wet
While my tongue leak up your juice
As it gives a slippery passage
For your easy sliding into my waiting stomach.
This I know I for sure
A star can shine in the dark sky
When nature unlucks its features
From nowhere a man shines.
Categories:
nylons, 3rd grade, confidence, conflict,
Form:
Tail-rhyme
The Big Ben chimes thrice
The chime letS go of its wings
and swallows a bee-sting--
it sprays its spine with spice.
The printer reboots in haste
The fruits play hide-and-seek
and collide with a geek--
it munches them into paste.
The vacuum sucks some mice
The cooker burns my vermilion
and stir fry a reptilian--
it leaves a slime not too nice.
The platform leaks bits of ice
The mattress sweeps and weeps
and sleeps on a floor too steep--
it engulfs it alive, sliced.
The keyboard taps this one dice
The toilet gurgles more bubbles
and the pain itself chuckles--
it flies me to the paradise.
The chess set gleams bice
The nylons claw like spiders
and squeeze me into drips of cider--
it splices my nerves, enticed.
The cupboard scatters with rice
The mittens hold your gem
and you roll the gritty hem--
it costs your skirt beyond price.
The window pane kisses a firefly
The lens and specs frown
and pout like a sad clown--
it seems hard to purify.
The curtains drown in cries
The hair clips bend their backs
and have their teeth crack--
it no longer denies your demise.
Categories:
nylons, cry, death, nostalgia,
Form:
Behold her in her passion
Could someone tell me who she is?
A woman from the east Pride of Barbados sent to entice men.
a Woman in her prime with a beautiful body.
So beautiful like the morning glory.
It fade not like the candle, from ages to ages.
Behold her in the middle of the sun
Shinning to the entire world.
She makes the vegetable grow,
Her beauty mint the mountains and her smiles
wakes the entire earth to a glorious morning
And her frown wakes the earthquake.
Her joy knows no bond because she brighten the earth.
I have fallen in love with a total stranger
I have awaken the sleeping lion within.
Will the wind take me for that?
No for her tendency, would she protect me.
her pretty body shall be my dwelling place
Her heart my home till eternity, when
Sorrow shall be no more between us.
How many years will i adore You woman?
To satisfay that which nature have given to you.
To gain that which which nature had given to your body.
Thousand years to come i shall adore you like a goddess
Because you make my dreams come true.
You made me blind woman.
How long will you torment with your beauty.
Yet i die gradually with no cause because i love you.
My mind and spirit are gone far away because of your beauty,
woman of africa, pride of the world.
Behold her in her glory like a sprouting seed.
You built passion of my love, passion of my hobby
Passion of my anger and enthusiasm.
You are my night and my day.
I will love no other than you.
The hurricane wind rose because of her
How i wish she belong here in my heart.
I could have treated her like a goddess.
How gracious you are, your beauty change
My whole life and your charming skin
Transformed my entire world.
Look at the papers and the nylons in the field,
All rose because of you.
The grasses waved in appreciation to your beauty.
Woman,who art thy maker?
I know ages shall come by
I shall be the one to call upon my children
To tell them my experience how the mighty tree
fell because of love.
Who is he that stand between us ?
Let him keep off and be save Because
Love does not ask why or how.
Love is honest and pure, gentle and caring,
If the walls fall apart, i will know deep inside of me
Dreams that mattered has come true in this world i love some one.
Categories:
nylons, love,
Form:
Narrative
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I crossed the road in front of a red 1947 Oldsmobile. Horns
honking throughout the city. She sounded young and free on the
phone when she called last night. Not meaning to clip the wing
mirror I step on to the sidewalk. The driver tipped his hat as if
hoping I was fine but drove on anyway.
I had little on that day and let my typist off. These days money was slow
for private dectectives. Maybe I might hit on her or at least get good
expenses for the job. I pushed in the buiding's front door and unloaded my
mail box. No pay checks but a warning note. Who could have dropped off this
violent threat. Some low life shmuck prepared to do a cheap hit. Yeah.
I ascended the stairs to hispanic baby cries and creaking stairwells to
my office. I visioned her drapped across my desk brown pencil skirt nylons and
long blond hair. Available. Then a cry of Phillip. I quickly juggled my coffee and
donuts to same arm that had my coat and clicked the brass handled door.
Anticpation high. Excitable and sweaty in this downtown Los Angeles heat.
Bang. A bullet riochets off the door frame splintering the wood at right
angles.The broad was not available not suductive not a flowing blond.
But dead. I looked carefully at the victim. Her habit covered in blood.
Curtains blowing inward I realised it was too late for her and I had been
framed. Needless to say there would be no pay check here.
Categories:
nylons, imagination,
Form:
work in progress
Footle of Country Bands
S**t Kickers/slide guitar
cowboys
Stetson
John Denver/folk music
“Thank God”
fiddler
Footle Of Rock Bands
Guitar strings/stockings
steely
nylons
Big hair/bands
hairspray
glamour
Roadies/Hotel
seconds
trashed rooms
Thrash/Punk Rock
Bangers
Façade
Categories:
nylons, humorous,
Form:
Verse