Sorrow Clothes Poems

Broken Beauty

By Mark D. Stucky
Glamour is a hollow, shiny shell,
a rapid, pretty paint job
on an insubstantial surface,
that alluringly promises much
but never satisfies the hunger.

True human...

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Walking about, neither here nor there
Just doing life, anywhere
Finding it to be...such a weighty affair

Throwing off childhood shackles
Silencing insecurities cackles
The fire still sparks and crackles

....even...

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Ribbons of silver light
Crimson in amber strings drift ahead of me
Red, Gold, and Green sway absently
As the engine hums into the night
Passing the shop windows...

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I see him standing there, ripping every piece of clothing off from himself,
I see him standing there naked, I’m feeling ashamed of myself,
I’m drenched in...

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from my cupboard fall
all the stripey flimsy bright
things I used to wear

some dull dreary mourning tide 
hath made me drab as ashes

© Gail Foster 2016...

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its beautiful town.
a hobo in dirty gown
He smiled at me
he lives near alley 
he kinda smelly 
he looked so holy
its shivering cold
snow and rain
never heard...

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Bob had a special talent
That only worked in his men’s store.
He had ‘clothing ESP’.
He knew what his customers wanted…and more.

When customer would come into his...

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Where do socks go 
When the washer stops?
Where do they go 
When the washer stops?
Through the laundry mist 
They escape
One goes astray
And another lays motionless
In...

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Nobody 
Knows my real name
‘Angel’ 
Is what I go by
I am freezing cold
I don’t have money
Just, the clothes on my back
I am a walking wardrobe
I...

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Hail, frozen rain blew down from the west ,a biting shattering wind, changes puddles to ice,
Head down keeping the hail from stinging my face, it’s...

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