Closet Poems - Poems about Closet

My co-workers gave me money to buy clothes I am speechless; they think I only own two shirts They do not know I have a closet full of stuff But that closet is bulging and there is a bogey man in it That’s why I keep wearing these two shirts...

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55 plus years of marriage down the drain She watches it spin and spin It is too much to process the pain Her mind usually a flurry No longer a need to hurry Her Husband departed on that sweet sad night The love of her life The peanut butter to her lettuce Is now out of sight He was...

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Hiding Place After the beatings your darkness was my protection. My source of comfort after the sexual assaults. Hanging clothes were a curtain against the evil. Blankets on the floor held me close and secure. As a child you were my favorite friend. My hiding place. ...

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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 textures. Loving paisleys, zigzags, multi-patterned clothes Not as fond of polka dots or stripes Too symmetrical I prefer clothing that looks like it was designed by Klee, Miro and Dali I am an artist;...

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Somewhere in the closet of my mind Reside the many thoughts I left behind The one’s I put aside without a care The one’s I lacked the courage, then, to share For in my youth I feared the ruler’s sting Responses to the song I dared not sing As silence weakly battled my despair I slowly crept to where I didn’t care T’was...

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Forgive me as I compose this remorseful apology An admission of my egotistical individuality Realization of how I've accustomed to being a Ticking time bomb impulsively leaking noxious fumes Unintentionally forcing you to inhale and endure my venomous pollution; But Innocence I had plead with evidence justifying unforseen indescribable affinity Unintentionally passionately To what i defined a Fragile...

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An empty closet and cliffhanger A gift to little George, A member of Windsor Castle. Mood, over mindfulness , They are riverine songs Moody, churned up Uncertain and floral Rejoicing whence The turbid and morbid Glum and glee And a morn and A corn These all are Cosmos and a cosmic Emotions are changing textures Where these all are Changing surface On an eggplant The purple surface Soothes Where the goosebump Of...

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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 their variety Floral skirts mark motherhood’s blooming serenity… Green and golden blazers gripped my mentorship tenacity Hoisted by scarfs and shawls of freedom certainty In persevering to reach-out, creating impact in the community… Jogging attire shows...

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Look in my closet and what will you see? First is the shoe holder hung on the side of its door. It holds shoes sometimes not matched up and some I rarely wore! Tightly pressed together are many clothes you’ll see. I think you’ll find them hung here quite haphazardly. There are lovely tops and sweaters in many style and...

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My closet, since you ask, is a cramped space, Chosen and cherished fashionable base, Essential part of my enchanted place, With charm and chic to complement my face. Shows off all hues of my life if I may - From baby pink to darkest shades of grey, Reflecting the intended role I play, Engaging gaily...

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Downplayed it's impact in it's infant state Threw more bones of decadence for a better taste Satisfied it's insatiable hunger and thirst Took notice of it's growth, couldn't care less Marveled of it's becoming, as it brought in a companion to "nip in bud" the solitude of it's dark layer I guess you are beginning to get the idea? Why I...

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. until night time ...

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Clothes hang prickly and wild— The kind diamond smell of her Spreads in a blocked out sky's room, Faint earth in bursting skeleton bones. The kind diamond smell of her, A true prism on the walls, Faint earth in bursting skeleton bones— Little girl with safety pins in her glass. A true prism on the walls Spreads in a blocked out sky's room, Little girl...

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closet cats surrounded Harry as he began to read their eyes widened in the dark, and they began to lean on him monsters are real he said. They all gasped....

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I see the closet door and I hear the theme song to Shark. Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo The one they used to play on Saturday Night Live in the eighties. You know the one. I opened it once to take a photo. Which I sent to my twin sister. We were bemoaning our messy spots. So we decided...

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