Best Wear Poems
I stand about five feet eight
I'll admit, I'm a tad overweight
Drive an old pick up truck
Not one to pass the buck
At the moment have a dog for a mate
Dropped out of school at eighteen
Got married in a pair of old jeans
A father of four
When I sleep, I snore
When angered been known to get mean
I grew up huntin' and fishin'
Done more than my share of wishin'
Been in a few fights
Know I'm not always right
For my age, still in decent condition
In my life, I've worked many hard jobs
Its been said, "I'm rough as a cob"
I've smoked and drank
Spent time in the tank
And never, not once, did I sob
I also love being outside
My old skin is weathered and dried
Still play in the dirt
Cuss when I'm hurt
But I do have a softer side
Poetry, I read and I write
These days, prefer music to be lite
Love trees and flowers
Warm spring showers
And swinging on stars at night
I like women who like to hold hands
Take moonlight walks on the sand
Curves excite me
Whispers invite me
A good listener who tries to understand
I wash dishes, do laundry and floors
Clean bathrooms, wash walls and doors
I'm a pretty good cook
Without a cookbook
To be honest, don't mind household chores
Just so you're perfectly clear
I've traveled from there to here
Simple but complex
Know love's more than sex
And on occasion I cry manly tears
Yes sometimes I even wear pink
Wear cologne to make sure I don't stink
Write poems about birds
Use everyday words
And I don't give a damn what you think!
by Daniel Turner
A fire blazes behind the veil
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
This veil I wear
is not made of cloth
for no fabric could withstand
the incendiary passion
I command
It's self-imposed
not forced
no man's hand
would dare cover me
yet here I am
swathed in these layers...
folds of security
you see
it's easier
much easier
just to be like the rest
not a subject of discussion
or the brunt of derision
with meanings misconstrued
by the crass and the rude...
thus,
anonymity allures
I finger the veil
its threads: religious doctrine
its dye: denial
its paisley patterns: protocol
culturally appropriate
I stand:
~chaste~
silence simmering
with actions inactive
I stand: quiet, demure, serene
but my thoughts burning, unseen
and behind the veil
I smolder
passion flares through my eyes
the only indication
that I'm alive
I pass you by
another woman
unseen
unknown
unacknowledged
I pass you by
you...frivolous in your freedom
you...unappreciative of accpetance
I pass you by
and yet, inwardly I smile
warmed by inner flames
emanating from my core
I know…so much more
There's potential...
potential this woman has in store
for this I know
when the time has come
when I'm ready
it will fall away
by my own hand
unobtrusively grand
and you will see the sight
the walking, breathing delight
of the unveiled woman
confident
sublime
a woman
calmly, gracefully, purposefully
passing you by....
Eileen Manassian
This is not meant to be offense to anyone from the Islamic faith. The veil has symbolic meaning.
Never apologize for being exactly
the person that you are, warts and all.
Tough if someone scoffs at you for that!
It's not your obligation to please the world.
You are your own individual.
Should a soul attempt to rearrange you
in any form, in any shape, in any way;
tell that sucker to go fly a kite!
Stay just as you are because....
you're fine and dandy!
You're a sparkling diamond, remember that;
perfectly imperfect, as you should be. Never mind...
the scars deep within you, or those written
on your skin for all to see! There's no shame
in wearing those. They don't make you any less special!
Never change a single thing about you;
not your idiosyncracies,
not your adorable quirks,
not how you carry yourself
not how you dress, or your hairstyle.
Rock on with your bad self!
Your personality is uniquely yours.
Should you hear that it's all twisted and wrong,
tell the fool that said so....
"Sorry, you've got it backwards...and mind your business!"
You're just fine the way you are.
You are who you are, and that's that.
Let no one try to change you,
because you're special, one of a kind;
and there's nothing wrong with you!
Submitted for...
Encourage Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Regina McIntosh
Date written: 11/28/2020
you wear away at me with your silence
not with whetted words
or physical altercations
there are no recriminations
No...
it's much more corrosive than all of that
this is the sad fact
apathy barbed in neglect
is the tool that you use
not aware it's abuse
how it scrapes and it grinds
determined not to leave anything behind
day after day
night after night
year after year
till the memory
of who I was dissapears
a little bit more every day
you wear me away
voiceless, I fade
silent in your silent tirade
only pebbles remain
of a once templed soul
and with a little more time
pulverized,
they blow away...
by the constant silent howling
of your loveless heart
Eileen Manassian
The Mask I wear is of a Comedian
Not showing the world I hurt
For when you laugh or cry looks the same
Sarcasm is rooted in pain.
The Mask I wear is of an Introvert
Being lonely than risk not being liked
I keep to myself and try not to falter
Failure is rooted in Rejection.
The Mask I wear is a Social Butterfly
My calendar is packed my life lacks depth
The gift of the gab is for me
My Personality is rooted in Insecurity.
The Mask I wear is of a Perfectionist
Everything running on my watch smoothly
Living in a constant state of something going wrong
My Obsessiveness is rooted in Anxiety.
The Mask that I wear is of a Monk
Showing my calm as if nothing is wrong
Never facing my bottled up emotions
My Composure is rooted in Chaos within me.
Dated 29.8.22
coloured flecks
on the front door-
peeling away
of memories...
love’s dilapidation
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Writing Challenge 3, August 2019- Five Lines- Poetry Contest
Hosted by Dear Heart - Wiishkobi Ode
Placed 3rd
Posted 23rd August 2019
A is for Aprons, like Moms used to wear.
B is for Barrettes that adorn young girls’ hair.
C is for Coats, many colors and styles.
D is for Diamonds, best friends that brings smiles.
E is for Elbow pads skateboarders use.
F is for Flippers folks might wear on a cruise.
G is for Gowns, to wear out . . . or to bed!
H is for Helmets - Hard Hats for one’s Head.
I is for Indian saris so bright.
J is for Jewelry that dazzles at night.
K is for Kilts used by Scotts, do you know?
L is for Lingerie, a woman’ peep show!
M is for Masks to look scary or funny.
N is for Necklaces from your sweet honey.
O is for Overalls, comfy for big men.
P is for Pajamas, so easy to fit in.
Q is for a Quilted skirts and jackets too.
R is for Rags - what our worn clothes turn into!
S is for Shorts, for a day warm and glad.
T is for Ties that we all give to Dad.
U is for Underwear. I can see France!
V is for Vest. It enhances your pants.
W is for Wig, great when hair has been shorn.
X is for Xmas clothes too rarely worn.
Y is for Yamaka - only for Jews.
Z is for Zippered, the clothes over buttoned ones that I would choose!
Oh, the things we’ve been wearing since Adam and Eve
first started it off by just wearing their leaves!
For the ABC Contest of CYNDI MACMILLAN
Written by Andrea Dietrich, a big fan of poetry and PoetrySoup.
Time to wear your green
Leprechauns are on the way
Look for some green beer!
There’s coming a time of great cheer
when folks will drink gallons of beer
tell tales of wee sprites
and magical sights.
St. Patrick’s Day soon will be here.
On that day, if you don’t wear green,
just stay in your house. Don’t be seen,
or else a hard pinch
might cause you to flinch.
Some pinchers can be downright mean!
~Wear His Armor~
(Lanterne)
Feel
much pain
but with his
love I'll always
walk
With
his help
crush evil
His light shines all
day
My
true hope
is the Lord
faith will stand thru
all
Lord
feeds soul
keeps me whole
facing life thru
hell
Safe
with the
Lord I'll be
He knows all 'bout
me
I
trust the
best for me
is yet to come
His armor I'll
wear
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2014
January.20.2015
I watched a little caterpillar
walking up a tree
and wondered how
that worm would look
if he were dressed like me.
I think his mother would complain
if she had shoes to buy,
cause by the time she tied them all
he’d be a butterfly!
Trees abandoned from their leaves
Wearing boughs of lichen sleeves
A blanket from the cold breeze
When the blustery north wind teases
7/7/7/9 "Lind30" Form developed by Robert Lindley
You wear your death well
When I met you
The two exes in your eyes
Were anything but a surprise
You couldn’t walk but
The fact that you glided
Across the floor without using your feet
Didn’t blow me away
Don’t try to cover up the black under your eyes
It’s so pretty on dead girls
You are so noticeably lovely
That I almost forget that you can’t breathe
Are you one of life's many players?
Wearing a mask so others can't see;
Hiding feelings, won't let them show,
Absent from what reality might be.
Do you go through life supposing?
That you're the master of your life's all;
But when things in life are amiss,
It's then upon God you call.
Do you often reminisce things done?
Perhaps from a time when weak;
Because we've all worn this mask,
and of these things won't speak.
I've oft thought that I'm two people,
To most, my feelings I won't show.
The hurt that lies within,
I wear my mask so others won't know.