Blouses Poems - Poems about Blouses

...Sits there and judges. How dare you mock me! Do you think I have time to perfect smocked sleeves? Turned down collars Frilly blouses Pleats wrinkle-free. You are redundant No longer of use......

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...My closet is filled with beautiful clothes Blouses in pinks, oranges, blues Dresses in turquoises, golds, silvers Fluffy fake fur coats in black, white and gray I adore colors, patterns and textu......

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...she was a diva, loving her necklaces and low-cut blouses not a church woman, a beach-loving hippie with freckled skin if she took a liking to you, you became part of her tribe if not, you would ne......

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... my closet defines my soul . . . it is me love anything vintage in blouses, dresses, jackets my own whimsical style . . . ......

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... Apparel in my closet adorns me with modesty Blending along blouses that bear dignity Confidently exuding elegant beauty… Dresses distinctly define my femininity Exposing woman-roles and thei......

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...Under the cemetery of falling stars, beneath veils of eternity, The end of any affair is death. She is my sanctuary, An evanescent eye, slipping through the magical veil, Far from the tribe of my ......

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... Given a box of old, lost things I’d loved and enjoyed which somehow, somewhere in my youth vanished mysteriously from my life, I feel thrilled to look inside where first I find fun troll dolls ......

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...Money can make you happy, money can make you sad, Money can make you joyful, and money can make you mad, Money can buy you fun, or jet you to the sun but money supports terrorists, through ......

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...Orange floods the western skies Blue the color of your eyes Yellow bringing thoughts to mind Of blouses and blankets, of dreams in kind Of chairs for one that contain two Of passions and pleasur......

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...The bizarre scene when Earth has been pressured And on Richter Scales this can be measured: When the immovable readily quake, Not a single hard rock failing to shake… A punishment too familiar ......

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...Great stars are being watched in packed houses, Many of the shirts without blouses… Someone has been doing a clean count, Of it hoping to give an account Soon, another shirt strides in: Raymon......

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...*** How Lady Learned at Last *** For decades, Lady daydreamed, wanting a full closet, A packed, complete fashionable style: Shoes to hats, to crown the French Bob Of shinny, brunnette tresses a......

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...The little ghost loved the washer, so much, he could not get enough. He liked tumbling in suds among sweaters, blouses and stuff. You can enjoy it all day, his mother said. I know you like to be cl......

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...To hunt with a full stomach To bite into the neck of the smaller Without hunger Fangs clamped to the back of her neck Her face Devoured crumpled paper Spit up Re-smoothed to creases Eyes no......

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... At the zoo, at the primate houses, their ire, at the watchers, arouses. Before it’s all through, they’re hurling their poo, And sometimes it gets on their blouses. ......

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