Clothes Poems | Examples of Clothes Poetry

The knights that in histories lurk, They never wore spandex to work. O’er heroes today That dress in this way, The dragons, they snort and they smirk. ...

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passion for fashion kinky hair halo for head smiles styles black green red ...

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I do not own a pair of pajamas In winter, what do I do Do I pile on the covers or do I lie there and shiver ...

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Thou hast engaged my hand, With your fairy’s magic wand, The ring which you placed on my finger, Along with which I do all around your house- doth Linger. Thee fairy more graceful even compared to Venus, Thou pierced my heart with thy kindness, I will forever with you be, As I respect thy love and thee. Thou hast the eyes of a...

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When I come to you you shy away, And then silently walk away, Now you left me without even turning back, Leaving me alone with my problems in my life's shack. Just give me an hour more of love, care and trust, Let Cupid rejoice at our arrival, And then I am even ready to wander for you like Psyche, And sing...

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They use lifes language Wild that leaves me a divisive endorphin Weathering veins rotted in paint I ain’t throw in labor on it One step up to my flawed character’s Droopy’s tall comparative literature balks back Tinsel in tawdry condition And aft,? Pause me apostrophe, young to effect safety Check writers, cost long painful memory Hostage of poverty Cold war controversy Big world drums and no cents Mid...

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You know, I was never that impressed by the way that prim emperor dressed. So you can just suppose ~ when he dropped in sans clothes ~ that's frankly when I liked him the best....

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Lyric Epic Poem The gospel starts, a river flows, Of silver, bright and ever pure, The greatest song the spirit knows, A legacy that will endure. A kingdom grand, of sunlit gold, Where riches flow like endless streams, A story waiting to unfold, A tapestry of hopeful dreams. Our Lord is vast, a boundless sea, His power mighty, deep, and wide, He holds the stars...

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When the purple turtle visits the supermarket the heels are worn in two. Heaviness and heaving are one and the same. The exact trajectory of a star is never the same as reducing a pile of eggs to a penny and the wisdom of a wise willing charlatan is never to be trusted when dressed up...

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syrup spit in my ear teaching me how to slide and she the hip hop record out the san francisco's out of the san francisco hurdled dirty exchange rates mastering the filthy turn broken horn memories adjacent his new coats he had and hadn't given away how he wound down towns spendings is spring weathers are drying deserts behind her eyes so depressing sad how about some ice cubing and she would...

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sub standard, expect wrong eyes and damaged no checks judged and jealous at being the difference you couldn't fill us without my sanctity i'd swallow and until it bends im the pillow it bites and i learn to cry hunting my own mountains she will have learned saying goodbye's goodbye's the way i see one day i can learn to breath hates the day i ran my mouth down down to...

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Does that old clothespin feel the cold Worry about its aged look Sun dried, rain tinted, grayed Does it think about the “clothing” Children’s flapping diapers Growing to blue jeans The “old man’s” shirts He’s still working As is the clothespin Mostly it gets the heavy work Stuff too bulky for the clothes dryer Beach towels, blankets, bedspreads Cold winds are its dance partners Sticky snow makes it...

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Is that ok to live with all the same conclusions Or is it like worn clothes when you do not Care what to wear in your goddamn seclusion And like the old familiar recipies you’ve got You see no change, its all the same old stories Most likely, you can’t notice any changes For otherwise it goes to different category You...

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After you made me take off all of my clothes, and examined me from my head to my toes, I saw you ponder, and I heard you conclude, that I probably looked best ~ semi-nude. Nope! I don't think your saying this is in any way rude....

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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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