Best Uniform Poems

So I see how cruel life may be in a minute,
All around people’s faces gleam & glare
At my gloomy face but never see my net.
And I cry and cry and cry to get ‘em fair.

From times past, I knew of what may be
The finale of...

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I noticed the uniform, and the heavy soled shinny black boots
Not the man within it, I apologized.

I remember the clean fresh smell of maleness, as they stormed into the house,
Broken glass, ripped down hangings, a slashed sofa, a pulled curtain,
A sudden maneuver to throw my...

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Well organized organisms are wary of defense
these shields defy all odds to justify the integrity of our borders
the enemy’s need to conquer and the drive to dominate
is stopped b’cos with the men in uniform, great cities are fortified.

Sworn to be dedicated back room boys
their sacrifices...

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It's in a turtle soup shop where I'm employed
It's my duty to cook vomit-inducing soup turtle
which no decent human palate could stand;
a horrid job and a salary which is even worse,
an insult to my brilliant overdeveloped mind;
Not to mention the iniquitous schedule,
though there's something much...

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The Uniform
When I grew up if you came from a poor or austere home, 
the joining of the merchant navy could be a rescue, 
if you kept your nose clean and went to a navy academy 
you could become an officer and got to wear...

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The event was an annual affair,
and all the town would be there
determined that no one shall dissuade,
The old soldier went to the fourth of July parade

He dressed in his old military uniform
frayed, tattered and  worn
on his chest he wore the Bronze and Silver Stars
awarded...

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This was unexpected.
You, the man my heart seeks.
How could it be possible that it is true?
Is it happening?
For me and you?
A man in uniform.
I have fallen for.
Stupidly I let myself go.
Where no woman wants to go.
You could die in battle.
Be blown to smithereens.
Take a gunshot...

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Upon me is a garment,

unlike any other.

An entity that I share,

with my sister and my brother. 


Worn on the battlefield,

and when ever were, at home. 

A representation of our strength,

where ever place we roam.


Another part of my being,

like my character, from within. 

Becoming a dear...

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Your uniform is like unto a sonnet
And you, a poem dressed in vest and skirt.
How peaceful are the eyes that rest upon it
Creative spirit framed in pressed white shirt.
As birds that soar the heights on freedom's wing
Require sturdy skeletons for strength,
The poet, though confined, writes...

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You’re fake to the bone,
Hair, face, friendship;
Fake, fake, fake.

Walking around the school halls like top dog,
While we laugh as an extension falls out.
Pushing out that flat chest trying to emphasis.

Walking around swinging those hips so much, 
Girl, you should come with a hazard sign!
We wince...

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Queen Bess's Uniform

We didn’t want the frostbite
We didn’t want the burns
We didn’t want to leave our homes
And families far astern.
We didn’t like the future
As we grimly sailed away
But we wore Queen Bess’s Uniform
And did it anyway.

We didn’t want the battle
Or the bayonets at night
We didn’t...

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The Uniform 

I have a framed photo on my desk of three little boys
dressed in oversized German uniforms doing a nazi salute
A black, square box- camera, a picture was taken
in 1946. I was eight years old.
My uniform jacket reached below my knees like an over
an...

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This foreign fabric rubs my spirit raw 
and childish gossip whispers from the folds 
of matching wardrobes picking threadwork flaws
to make them all more splendid to behold.

I've learned the dance but I can't follow it 
with those dramatic twists and pompous moves.
Assuming colors cannot make...

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Dressed up in Khaki, or olive and green,
A new kind of terror, before unseen.
Betraying all of a nations trust,
Making poor civilians, bite the dust.
Is there no one to bring them to bust? 
Before being recipients of public disgust. 
Never been known for such things in...

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She has a pretty face
She carries herself well
In uniform she is an iconic
Many so desire her moments

A detective she carries her gun well
When duty calls she flashes her smile
Its a smile i have see disarm many
She has no use for brute force
For her lovely essence...

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