Best Tailor Made Poems
utterly captivating
was our magical night.
as dawn lay down to sleep,
we remained awake to stargaze.
utterly romantic,
honey-sweet moments we did share.
a rendezvous tailor-made for royals;
t'was unforgettable.
utterly unforgettable!
we held midnight
in the palm of our hands;
lost in a world of our own.
utterly amorous
was the spark of love exploding
beneath the pale moonlight
each time our lips met.
utterly carefree
were our passionate hearts,
floating about with abandon
like butterflies in Spring meadow.
utterly scintillating;
pocketful of stars in our sky;
we watched them supine, smiling
in unison with the crescent moon.
utterly amazing!
watchful birds were tweeting
our favorite song
as we danced, and danced.
utterly free
were our spirits;
as if for the last time
we held each other, never letting go.
Categories:
tailor made, freedom, imagery, love, night,
Form:
Free verse
I created this smile for you
Tailor made to make you blush
Tailor made to make you have a youthful crush
When embarrassed, it comes just to make you sigh
When I first met you I fashioned it to make you reply
I created this smile for you
I created this smile for you
Its here to comfort you in times of need
Its here to motivate you to succeed
When arguing this smile has made you leave
When in doubt this smile made you believe
I created this smile for you
I created this smile for you
Made to work as a magnet, this smile attracts you from opposite ends of the earth
This smile has no value, however you’ve found it’s worth
This smile is here just for you and will always try
This smile was made only for you and you have its right till I die
I created this smile for you
Categories:
tailor made, lovesmile,
Form:
Rhyme
People watching today at the optometrist I was looking for old souls Sometimes impatient they appear as if everyone should know whats going on by now Their in a hurry and always act like you are wasting their time Then you spot a few souls with all the time in the world with loving and kind gestures Souls on a mission that look as comfortable as the day is long Glad to be here And smiling because they know everyone makes it home in th end Smiling becouse they know everyone finds their own perfection In the clear and unending preasents of God Think about it God dosen't make nock offs And God made you with the same love and care that God puts into everything else This world is an illusion Tailor made with the expeariance that you need to lift the vale from your eyes So that you may one day see wonders that you have only dared to dream of
Categories:
tailor made, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
Ain’t it amazing the way life flows
Up, down, horizontal, to and fro
The calm, with the rough, heaven and hell
Mostly average, but who can tell
Dreams of happiness, that go astray
Fleeting moments of bliss, perfect days
Desperation, sadness, broken hearts
Wishing that today, never did start
I often wonder what life’s about
Fears, the unknown, our moment of doubt
Creation, purpose, to whom it serves
Born to die, or put here to observe
Lost in a cosmos, mostly dark space
Part of a freak species, human race
Curious beings, drawn towards light
Basic monsters, a damn ugly sight
Misanthrope’s xenophobe’s, good and bad
Altruistic, thoughtful, creepy, mad
Destructive, creative, all at once
Gifted, evil, stupid as a dunce
Pretentious, precocious, teachers pet
Wasteful, niggardly, the private jet
Killing fields, to our gardens of zen
Everybody welcome, just not them
Yes it’s amazing the human spirit
Man’s tailor made, to deliver it
Writing challenge X words
Sponsored by Constance le France
How many syllables
Prompt #8 Existential
01/05/23
Categories:
tailor made, allusion,
Form:
Rhyme
Tardigrade
Consider the lowly Tardigrade
To survive any environment, it is tailor made
Commonly known as the water bear
This handsome creature can live any where
From underground to the vacuum of space
It is no threat to the human race
Unless, it mutates and does grow
Then it looks like it could be a ferocious foe
****modeled on Ogden Nash Style*****
Categories:
tailor made, humorous,
Form:
Ekphrasis
There are “functional psychopaths” among us,
different from their murderous counterparts
who use their detached, unflinching and charismatic personalities
to succeed in mainstream society,
and in some fields of work most shockingly
the more psychopathic individuals are more likely to succeed.
We all possess psychopathic tendencies.
It's a scale along which we all sit within varying degrees.
The brilliant neurosurgeon who lacks empathy
has more in common with a Ted Bundy than we'd like to believe,
and that mugger in the parking lot lit very dimly
may well in fact have the same nerveless poise as a titan of industry.
Society as a whole is more psychopathic than it could ever be.
Fearless, confident, charming, ruthless, and focused are all qualities
that are tailor-made for success in the twenty-first century,
and all of the above mentioned qualities
are very dominant in every psychopath's personality.
It is our much maligned dark side that often reveals
the trump cards of success functional psychopaths conceal.
Categories:
tailor made, people,
Form:
Rhyme
Darkness seems to grow so quickly
in the wooded garden of night.
Scattered breezes like fairy wings;
moonlight peeping towards the earth
dusting the trees in silhouette.
On the winds a few notes mingle
with far off laughter,delighted cries.
Sounds of happy dancing feet
can be heard in the distance,nearby too.
Lovers twirl under the streetlamps
while casting wishes upon the starry skies.
The night is tailor-made for passion.
Fears are forgotten,swept away.
Tribulations of the day merely embers now.
Categories:
tailor made, love, night, passion,
Form:
Free verse
Lady Onyx has curvy, black nails;
so resistance she quickly assails.
She needs no boot spurs;
for nails long like hers
serve as tailor made cat-o-ten tails.
written 19 February 2016
Categories:
tailor made, humor,
Form:
Limerick
The tree
That “Britches” Sees
1-21-2012
During the frigid night
Hoarfrost has embraced her branches
As a tight fitting tunic,
Tailor made, just for her.
Night Wind’s chaffing bite
Has long since given way to crisp morning air,
And snow has lengthened into fog,
Past where aqueous eyes can take in;
Facing east, car’s window rolled down,
A broken barb wire fence, this tree,
And a subtle hint of promise,
Where a rising sun will soon be;
Categories:
tailor made, nature,
Form:
Free verse
I have a great idea.
Do you know all of these
big business fat cats,
roaming around in their
two thousand, three or
even maybe five thousand
tailor made suits?
I think what they SHOULD do
instead of wasting their money,
throwing it away to gigantic corporations,
that, in my mind,
think they don't need,
try what is best to the world,
is write an enormous check
and send it to places,
like Ethiopia, or even Africa.
Why is it that
they can't think,
before they throw away?
Are they so stupid and blind
to the point,
that they can't think,
with their pea-sized brains,
that places like this
don't exist on this Earth?
I would like to walk up to them,
slap them upside their fat heads
and scream out,
"Are you stupid?
Why do you have to waste money,
that can be spent on something a little more important,
than something that truly is not?"
"Why not sit down
and write a big fat check,
to those whom desperately need it the most?"
"There are people that are starving
in this world,
that could, no, would love
to have the money that you idiots have."
"Why can't you sit back
and think of what you are doing?"
I wouldn't even wait for an explanation
or an answer.
I know they don't give a living crap
about what truly is going on around them.
So, my honest advice to those
that waste is.....
Think, before you throw away.
Stop living with your eyes tightly closed shut.
Give to those,
who can really use what you
throw away.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Mar.15/2008
I know this isn't poetry. I guess you could call it a rant. I was watching a documentary and had to write this. It irritates me to no end, to know how much money these people waste.
Categories:
tailor made, imagery, inspirational, march, people,
Form:
All the lonely people, where do they come from…
All the lonely people, where do they belong…
These are familiar lines from a Beatles’ immortal song…
Makes one wonder why so many people feel lonely as in a song…
You have the telephone and the internet, various forms of media chats…
Yet the media world is awashed with stories of lonely hearts and conned jobs…
Makes one wonders how a lonely heart reaches out for its counterpart…
How does one get started along the path of true love that matches hearts…
With all the false starts and puppy loves that catch many unsuspecting hearts..
Many a lonely heart pine in silence and in solitude, as time inexorably go past..
This latest article that describes the profile of a typical lonely hearted woman…
Her biological clock in overdrive, on the lookout for elusive love as a woman..
A chance acquaintance over the internet and before she realises the danger…
She’s another lonely hearted woman under the spell of a suave cassanova …..
The daily papers regularly highlight cases of internet love gone horribly wrong….
Fortunes lost and love betrayed, happened yesterday and money all gone …..
Such sob stories happened yesterday, happen today and will happen tomorrow…
Lonely hearted people, desperate for internet love are tailor made for sorrow….
When desperate clutches for Cupid’s arrows are fraught with unseen dangers…
Lonely hearted men and women, in answering their hearts they are endangered…
Fortunes are lost, they are soundly conned of their golden nest of savings…
All in the misguided belief that theirs is the only true love worth pursuing….
All the lonely people, it matters not where they are from...
All the lonely people, in looking for love they risk being conned...
http://www.theantdaily.com/Main/All-the-lonely-women-where-do-they-all-come-from
Categories:
tailor made, anxiety, community, confusion, innocence,
Form:
Free verse
" As I sat beneath the nightsky, is all I could see...revel in its entirety,embracing the soft, warm breeze!"
Yet another long, tiring day comes to an end,
And here she comes, once again;
Enrobed in fine black silk ;stretched into a long flowy ball-gown,
Adorned with sparkling diamonds and jade;
Sapphires, emeralds and rubies embedded as though tailor-made.
She makes her way down the horizon before reaching a standstill;
Then glances slightly upwards, instantly hypnotizing me with her magical spell!
I stand there speechless and spellbound,
Staring shamlessly with jaw-wide open; before making a chivalrous rebound!
A little smile illuminates her sweet face,,
A daunting beauty; with impeccable grace!
No words were exchanged between us; the silence grew,
In the unfathomable silence however;
Something wonderful and innocent began to brew
The clock had stopped ticking; the world stopped spinning,
The spaces between us seemingly ceased to exist,
And a surreal ecstasy; embraced me like a mist
Never had I known a feeling more beautiful than this,
For filled with vibrant zest, I suddenly exclaimed- "This is bliss!"
What we shared in that moment of time,
Was nothing short of truly divine.
And as though guided by a mysterious light,
I chanced upon an unusual sight;
" A shooting star!"; I cried with glee,
Overwhelmed, I bowed to thee;
Wishing this moment could stretch into hours;
As I just stand there, gazing at the beautiful stars!
6th winner at the " Faith Healer contest" hosted by Kai Michael Neumann
Categories:
tailor made, analogy, appreciation, beauty, fantasy,
Form:
Rhyme
Scrawny Kid
Part one
Do you remember that Scrawny kid?
What’s his name in Class 4D,
Constantly holding on to himself,
Running out of class, desperate for a pee.
Never had a Handkerchief,
Always wore Green sleeves.
Spiky hair and worn out shoes,
That smell that made us heave.
Talked with a nervous stutter,
and didn’t have a special friend.
Kept forgetting his homework,
Lame excuses he couldn’t defend.
Remember when it came to Sports,
My God he got some stick,
Absolutely useless at everything,
Always the last to get picked.
His Jumper had massive holes in it,
Knees bloodied, scabbed and cut,
Couldn’t answer any questions,
Empty head, brain closed tight shut.
We knew he was going nowhere,
Just another life, under achiever.
Then my jaw dropped to the floor,
I’m no longer a disbeliever.
Part Two
Yes, that’s it, now I recall his name,
Scrawny Luke Took, from Class 4D.
Well, not so Scrawny anymore,
Torso carved like, a great Oak tree.
Not the sort you’d push around,
Runs a Gym down Knightsbridge way.
Tailor made suits, slick black hair,
and a motivational speaker, they say.
Married to a Hollywood Actress,
Drives a flashy Ferrari Car.
Has his own range of fragrance,
One thing is true, he’s definately gone far.
His handkerchiefs are made of silk,
Sleeves of finest Green Kashmir,
No longer that nervous stutter,
Oozing confidence for all to hear.
Never did his homework, way back then,
But clearly didn’t do him no harm.
The perfect city gentleman,
With a wealth of talent and charm.
So, he didn’t have an empty head,
And knew where is destiny lay,
Don’t be fooled by the Scrawny kid,
He’ll be better than us all one day.
Categories:
tailor made, career, character, childhood, courage,
Form:
Rhyme
T h I n
Thin girl
What are they selling you
In those multi-flavored packets
Boxes
Of completely free fat
Cereals
The ideal
Skinny girl
Pre-fashioned femininity
Of skin and bone
Their last resort of your motherhoods
Guilt of your womb
Un-sunned
Suntan makeup
For the rest of the world
“Hello” magazine
Has no inkling of
What you lost in those
Shedding pounds
Of fat
Behind your beauty
Now only skin deep
Is all you want to be
You fell for the diet
And the lifeless tailor made dummies
Of Gay dress makers
Who dress you
How they want to be
So flat
So t h I n
So
Skeleton
Pretty
And Anorexia
Is a disease of the 21st century
Everything about your woman-inity
Turned into the wire proportions
Of a coat hanger
It’s your own fault
Your dependence on makeup
And push up
Corsets history and false eye lashes
To disguise who you are
The drug of vanity
Prescribed to
Dictated to
Addicted to
And given to you
So easily
All those slick shinny fronts of
“Girlie”
Magazines
Show you forever young
And acceptably
T h I n
Support structures
Of tint and dust
Elastic accessories
Hold up
Tuck
Cover up
All the beauty
Which defines your life
A woman
Defined in four alphabetical
Words
T h I n
Will you be on a diet
For the rest of your life
?
Categories:
tailor made, food
Form:
Free verse
[Continued from Part Two]
The elder took no notice of risking life and limb.
Hither, thither ran the children, glancing up at him,
while indulging mindlessly in each impulsive whim,
with no apprehension of the future looking grim.
Their chances for salvation seemed increasingly slim…
That aged man’s deep compassion filled him to the brim.
The father knew the children liked any strange device,
exotic playthings, trinkets, whatever would entice.
He needed now to improvise a mode, in a trice,
that could capture their attention— something to suffice
to hold their young imaginations— to be precise,
a mechanism marvelous, no matter the price.
He had stores of immeasurable wealth, beyond doubt,
and his warmhearted love was impartially devout.
Just then the elder had the thought that not in the least
would his limitless riches and reserves be decreased,
even if to a kingdom vast he were to dispense
his overflowing fortune… so why shouldn’t he hence
give out his wealth directly to his progeny all,
before the children’s catastrophic deaths should befall?
The aged man reflected on what tactic to pick—
an expedient means that was sure to do the trick.
He told the children of exquisite toys he possessed
along with lots of precious carts of the very best
craftsmanship and quality, that all had been designed
expressly with the youngsters’ own enjoyment in mind.
The elder next, in order to persuade them, stated
that right outside the house at the entrance awaited,
to suit the young ones’ fancies skillfully created
goat, sheep, deer, and ox carts, ornately decorated.
He said that they must rush to leave the mansion, in haste,
and he’d give them everything— there was no time to waste.
Then the children finally fulfilled his desire
and scurried in a race safely out of the fire.
The father beamed with bliss that the urgency had passed.
They had securely left the burning building at last!
When they’d exited and scampered out, they all sat down
on the dewy earth and asked their father, with a frown,
where the toys and carts were that the elder had portrayed
for their own special likings to have been tailor-made.
The youngsters had escaped and the elder’s heart was eased.
But now each one of their capricious wants must be pleased.
[Continued in Part Four]
~ Harley White
Categories:
tailor made, allusion, destiny, fire, life,
Form:
Narrative