Designer Poems - Poems about Designer

Brock was a designer, he made a frock Did not tell his co-workers on the dock Figured most of them would tease and mock Wanted to avoid their bullying talk On Brock’s apartment door there was a knock Was easy to do as there was no hanging sock It was his neighbor who wanted to walk She asked Brock to be in...

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There is something developing INSIDE me. There is something EXPANDING to clear note, but it comes on it's OWN pace. Defying the FREQUENCY of the brain. Am just a mere FASHION DESIGNER. Telling my STORIES in forms of THOUGHTS and words like STORIES OF MEN....

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Sheila is a designer Mixing plaids, stripes and florals Marrying odd colors Her finished rooms look chic and polished When I do the same thing It’s a messy hodge podge of ugliness...

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It's the weekend (Friday night). Lisa and I are hangin’, music’s playing, and we’re rummaging through my suitcase, for an outfit option, for me, tonight. Call it cliché, but we like going out - and getting ready to go out with a friend, beforehand, is one of the rituals of beauty culture. Let’s get poetic! If the...

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The push-pull that provides rapport Could faith in designers restore More sense of our choice Tempts us to rejoice And make love not war with their door...

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Few oldsters or broken-sters travel in their wheelchairs in style. Mrs. Graffitin is an exception, her uniqueness makes all of us smile. Her foot was gnawed off sixty years ago by a blubbering crocodile. She is a wheelchair designer, and her wheelchair is always in style....

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Each flower I grade Continue to amaze me Odd patterns He made....

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The designer loved watermelon more than the homeowner ever had. I am not going to pay for it the homeowner told her builder dad. But the designer is your mother, and she thought you would love it. She took an axe to it and told her overbearing mother to “shove it”....

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gorgeousness of the model outshines the dress do not misinterpret my meaning please the dress is an Anya Ayoung Chee, a worthy designer created from gorgeous fabric, she has tremendous flow, excellent lines young svelte model’s beauty surpasses this emerald, gold, silver gown during fashion week, we reporters do not see the gown at all completely upstaged by the African goddess...

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Are you one of them, that never fails to disgust me, sitting across from me on public transportation, talking trash to a dog's head, sticking out of a knock off over-sized Louis Vuitton. Are you one of those people, parked on a park bench, on a sunny afternoon, crowded eatery, or maybe walking the mall looking for bargains, sipping a six dollar...

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Stella was our neighbor, the weirdest girl on the block. She walked with a confidence that we could not unlock Sketching high fashion since the age of eight or ten We thought she was nuts, even way back then. No one wears a pink wedding gown or carries an umbrella. She is so oddly odd, someone said. He himself was...

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Stella was our neighbor, the weirdest girl on the block. She walked with a confidence that we could not unlock Sketching high fashion since the age of eight or ten We thought she was nuts, even way back then. No one wears a pink wedding gown or carries an umbrella. She is so oddly odd, someone said. He himself was...

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Stella was our neighbor, the weirdest girl on the block. She walked with a confidence that we could not unlock Sketching high fashion since the age of eight or ten We thought she was nuts, even way back then. No one wears a pink wedding gown or carries an umbrella. She is so oddly odd, someone said. He himself was...

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Livingroom is full of absolute crazy joy. It is more colorful than a toddler’s toy. The designer knows the buyer very well. They grew up together in Wisconsin Dells. I love everything about it the recipient said. She knows my tastes from my kitchen to my bed. They are sisters and have grown up together. No better investment, uplifting colors in every...

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You don’t want to hear how I want you; You’re going to hear it anyway, sprayed all over these perfumed pages of poetry; You don’t want to know that the only fear lies inside you; You are the one who’s running. You don’t want to hear that I’m not going anywhere; That now someone will stand beside you...

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