Debonair Poems | Examples

True lovers

True lovers everywhere, 
Romance charms in the air,
Smiles from them anywhere,
Hearts beat true, debonair,
Our love, such froth and bubble, 
Can ease off any trouble,
Lovers' hearts in diverse shades,
Ever flower in romance glades.

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Let's keep on dancing,
Love is romancing,
Gardens of happy sweet rhymes,
Enjoying these prime times,
He is  so debonair,
Magic floats in the air,
He bows, a hand,
Clutching paws, the band,
Lover and his girl,
Her frock, they twirl,
So, let's dance away,
Fond memories, ole!

Debonair Raccoon

Debonair raccoon had his pick of women of course.
He found them in the barn, cuddling next to the horse.
He liked them Rubenesque, reddish and round.
They gravitated him sleek and slick, marriage-bound.

The horse got jealous when Debonair took them away.
He liked female racoons. Many of them “made his day”.
They were eager to please, and their sense of humors were keen.
He thought when Debonair took them from him, he was being mean.

Tuxedo Tom Was Dapper and Debonair

Tuxedo Tom was a man who was insanely debonair.
Straight out of GQ, he had a manly, handsome flare.
The kitties in the alley were giddy beyond compare
When they smelled a whiff of Tom in the cool night air.

He did not have a big head, but he knew he was cool.
Another cat wanting to fight him was totally a fool.
Because Tuxedo Tom had been to fight-to-the-death school.
And he was not beyond scrapping with any kind of tool.

The kitties in the alley swooned when they heard his patter.
They started licking and primping, and stopped their silly chatter.
Tuxedo Tom was the goal, they would whisper through gray matter.
He batted a hundred every night; he was a terrific lovely batter.

Tuxedo Tom could be frivolous, but never cruel or mean.
He was the dapper debonair Tom, the one the world has rarely seen.
He had children up and down the alley, some were crazy, others keen.
They liked to strut beside their daddy, and his newest queen.

Debonair Tom Cat

I jumped to the lowest branch of the sycamore tree.
Away from the felines who had been chasing me.
I am the most suave and debonair tom around.
They have been chasing me all over this blasted town.

They have needs, and they want loving and kittens. 
I am tired of them all, Covid has me wearing mittens.
My mask has fallen off, it is now on the ground.
Those felines are milling and mewing around.

Come on down, handsome, they yell my way.
I know they are testing positive, so here I stay.
They are sniffing my mask, contaminating it now.
I am fit to be tied about this, having a cow!

Debonair Dog Steals the Show

Debonair Dog sauntered into flower show at quarter to three
We offered her a glass of divinely suited lemon tea.
As she held the cup, we noted her paw’s prominent pinky.
She pronounced the ebony cone flowers a bit too inky

Her hat was the most admirable periwinkle blue,
Her purple suit outstanding, a designer’s ultimate coop.
What breed is she? Someone asked me, possibly Miss McGoo.
Breed all her own, I told her. She’s Miss Debonair Dog to you. 

She brought a new touch of elegance to the flower show that day.
Her presence alone, brought in gawkers, who usually gripe to pay.
She walks with a certain air, you know who she is right away.
Springtime has never looked this great. Just saying, okay?

I think she stole the money, my assistant ran over to say.
Who? I asked, not thinking that there would be any way…
That Miss Debonair Dog would think to “do us” that way.
But alas, she was gone, as was all the customer’s hard earned pay.

Debonair Lord Labrador

Lord Labrador was so dapper and debonair, 
When the wenches saw him, they put their legs in the air.
He could have his sniff of whatever female he fancied. 
None of them ran off or avoided him. They prance-ied.

Lord Labrador was used to having things his way.
He could whistle and have a steak and ale at end of each day.
He had a harem of women who loved everything about him for sure.
They sang his praises, and wrote songs in his honor, most not pure.

Lord Labrador was not popular among the other lords or men.
They hated the way he was the center of attention from beginning to end.
Their wives pictured him when they were in the throes of passion.
Which made these men’s hopes go pretty much crash’n.

Lord Labrador did not care that he was only popular among shes, not hes.
He had enough money, that he did not have to care about pleasing any of those fleas.
He would enter the room and the women would sigh and drop in subjugation.
In a way it gave him a sense of hopeful jubilation.

Suave and Debonair

There was a master French chef named Pierre
Who fancied himself quite suave and debonair __
   He once cooked a grouse
   Said: "It's on the house" -- 
Too bad the Cosa Nostra'd ordered bear

Dark Debonair Cheers

Despite your proclivity for the dramatic,
your latest love saga limps barren of marrow.
Perhaps your heart’s unfruitful seeds need a harrow,
lest your spent nuance-fields shrivel up traumatic.

You brag and attest that cupid well tends your quest,
leaving raw, arrow-clad women piled as discards.
You secretly fear lust might pulse your heart to shards,
yet with temerity, you divest, then detest.

Wimpy-lame best names your decrepit armature.
You feel sure you have sent many down pain’s vortex.
You think yourself debonair and worldly complex,
but such false cheers just you hear in dark’s aperture.










CayCay Jennings 
November 1, 2018 
written for contest that required the italicized words be used

Black Tie

A "Black Tie" affair
Comes with a warning
It begins debonair
But ends in the mourning

Debonair

As I look beyond my garden, to the blanket on the hills,
Where moonlight shines it's magic and where the icy river runs
I fold my arms around me in the silver winter's chill, 
And see a bright star shiver, now that leaden clouds are done
I let the night embrace me underneath the midnight sun

Each crystal flake, that drifts on down among the river stones
A jewel, unique, of other flakes, each gleams as little suns
Transforming all, in soft moonlight and glistening as sewn
Cotton, fragile, pillow soft, and silk that had been spun
Into webs of pearl, the essence curls, so draped and then so clung 

The trees, and fence posts, dressed in white, so regal and with flair 
Shimmer in the starlit night, pristine, sewn, stitch by stitch
White lace has bordered furrowed rows, of ploughed fields, everywhere
My loneliness, and humdrum world, transformed, and much bewitched
So debonair, my world so fair, I gasp a breath of air... 




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By Carrie Richards
Submitted for the Sweetest Touches of Verse Contest
Sponsored by Gauitami Phookan

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Sleek Debonair

He gawks long at his image in horror,
for there, clear in the unerring mirror,

             he sees his limp, thinning and graying hair,
             no longer that of a sleek debonair.


His careless, tousled look of long ago
that used to enthrall lovely women so

             now only makes him look so tired, so old,
             like one increasingly  losing his hold.


He looks away shocked, hurt and disgusted,
just can't believe he's this spent, this wasted;

             no longer the proud stallion thoroughbred
             he thought he always was inside his head.

Vignette- Debonair Duo

A gal & guy,Rogers & Astaire
Hollywood's strictly come dancing pair,
Escapist glamour,without a care-
On  diet of beauty we once were fed,
With long-legged Ginger & top-hatted Fred.

Debonair

Charming masked persona
Desiring all he can take
Elegant words of passion
Forgetting that he’s fake

Why can’t you just be yourself?

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