Dowdy Poems | Examples

A Boston Serenade

My love for you is Interstate 93:
not beautiful, but there for all to see.
How summarise your worth in my affection?
Isabella Stewart Gardner’s louche collection.
Though dowdy, your hair to me is dear,
as is the rainworn house of Paul Revere.
I long to take you for my wedded spouse,
like wanting chowder (Union Oyster House).
To win you, I’d cross infinite frontiers,
just as I cross the Common (beers in ‘Cheers’).
My heart accepts you as its oligarch,
like Jarren Duran rules at Fenway Park.

jealous of a tree

the moon sparkled with a magic the world had not seen
spring blossoms on trees were dazzling in her happy sheen
tiny purple violets on the ground felt dowdy in compare
a mystical sense of entitlement was in the evening air

grasses reassured the tiny flowers they were beautiful too
especially, they told them, when you open up with dew
lavender tree had no idea she was the object of jealousy
the moon suspected this however, for he was envious of this tree

Kaleidoscope

Kaleidoscope 

A man unsure of how to address women
walked into a tube of colored glasses
and bits of painted paper.

he was brought up as a Presbyterian, were
women were held in high esteem
wore long gloves when going to a ball.

He thought the color in the kaleidoscope
where tartish-like women dressed in red
standing on the pavement near a bar.

Yet he felt drawn to the colorful women
they exited him, unlike the young women
who looked dowdy at the church.

He thought of sin and a moral dilemma 
should he pay a woman in a red dress
see what it was all about, the sex thing?

He did and had a hell of a time; he did
time and time again until the day crabs 
danced on his eyebrows.

Pumpernickle Please

She was a rather bland woman
Dowdy, dressed in tans and browns
She did not share any history
I did not know any of her towns

She brought pumpernickel bread to work
And shared it with me, along with butter.
I did not care if she did not speak anymore.
It was fabulous with dollops of peanut butter.

dowdy drab doris

Doris was dowdy, drab, and draggle-tailed too
Forever frumpy, frightened, a failure, at age thirty-two
Jaundiced, juicy-gossipy, jealous, and July jailed
Slovenly, slithery, shipwrecked, her moment had sailed.

the big apple

Friday in the big apple

 It is 17.53 in New York 
those who work at night are stirring 
drink coffee, shower and dress
to look their best
This as the multitude drive home 
for the week end 
The police are busy, a rich person
was shot by what appears to be 
by a charming man with a winning
smile, but was he a man?
We live in a time when many women 
strive to look like men, because 
they think men have more power
when they realize it is not, so blame
the capitalist system
Two professions are busy tonight
the police who have murder to catch
and the women how try to look 
as feminine as possible, to entice men's
libido, they are more busy now 
than ever before when so many women 
strive to look like dowdy  executives
with horn rimmed specks 
 more interested in status than love
The police will find their man, commentators 
will blame Trump and the man with 
an odd name, Elon Musk (is he real) for 
the violence caused by unrestricted 
freedom of expression.
What happens in New York to night
pales into insignificance, compared 
with a world, at the brink of of a war
that will destroy us all
Perhaps with Exception of Musk who
will settle on Mars

Tribute To Sheila

Sheila was blowsy, frowsy, frumpish, dowdy.
matching her unkempt messy, sloppy abode.
gone to seed, meanies said in a nasty way.
we kids saw through Sheila’s shabby drabness.
she was entertaining and fun, and she liked children.
best of all, she had a good heart and terrific stories.
meanies could not even dream of this personality for themselves.

New Gorgeous Teacher In Stilettos

new teacher was gorgeous - tall, svelte, with bouncy hair
the rest of us elementary teachers are in sneakers
She breezed in dressed in six inch stilettos
wait until she has to chase one of them we thought

she never had to, the janitor and cook did it for her
they never did it for any of the rest of us
of course we are old, dowdy and cynical
out of breath from chasing our runaways.

plus many of us do not like the janitor or the cook
they think they know how to teach better than we do
give us suggestions even though they have never taught
we roll our eyes as new teacher thanks them for their ideas

I Feel Bland Next To You

Gorgeous red haired beauty in the colorful peacock dress.
How dare you wear your shiny perky loveliness to my party.
You have trumped all of us.
Our frocks look dowdy and sad now.
We look like yesterday’s tissues.

I feel bland next to your bonfire orange hair.
I feel dowdy and ugly now.
Where did you get those earrings?
They dazzle my eyes out.
Who invited you?

I can barely eat my dinner, staring at you.
Wondering what your life is like.
You look confident, self-assured, and well-read.
I run from you all evening, not wanting to be compared.
I meet my mean sister-in-law’s eyes. Now I know who invited you.

barn raiser

some people think us rowdy

we greet them with a howdy

and once in our barn

they get a tall yarn

and some apple pan dowdy.

Kim Takes Full Credit

Kim’s decorations for fall are always straight out of a magazine
The rest of us visit her house and exclaim over her decisions.
Her parents are decorators, and I believe they help her with this.
She claims it is all her own idea, but no one buys it.
Because she is not a put together woman in any other area of life.
Her clothes do not match, her hair is a mess, and she looks dowdy.
Her house is impeccable; perfecto, and it happens while she is at work.
Two cars with Michigan plates are parked at her house for a week.
Her parents lug in bolts of materials, and bags of autumn goodies.
Kim takes full credit, and we let her because we adore her.
But we all know better.

Spring Mischief

Spring Mischief

Lusty sunbeams twirl in tangos
Gusty clouds in wild fandangos
Rowdy windstorms dip and glide
Dowdy mornings step aside
Cloudy caches swing and sway
Dowdy drizzles sent far away
The sharp air softens then sings
A wink, a smile – mischief of spring.

4-29-22
Contest: Spring Rhyme 8-12 Lines 
Sponsor: Tania Kitchen

The Girls Were Middle School Mean

The girls were middle school mean.
They invited a dowdy dumpy frumpy girl named Jean.
They told her she would have to wear a weird hat.
The weirdest you can find, one that makes you phat.

Jean was thrilled to be invited to their table.
She incorporated her grandmother, name of Mable.
Mable made her a mushroom hat – she looked like a buffoon.
It was a fancy restaurant, she looked silly in the room.

The waitress figured it out and led her to her own table.
She sat with her and spoke with her calmly, like Mable.
Letting her know that mean girls will always be mean.
But she does not have to see them again, just be her best Jean.

Luscious Wine

A silken drop nectar refined,
Delicious, smooth, it’s taste sublime,
Worshipped and revered in times of old,
Bacchus it’s God, his hand-maidens bold.

The Romans swilled, the Greeks imbibed,
The British drank, the French prescribed.
The Church just called it Christ’s own blood,
Believers flowed as if by flood.

This luscious liquid as fine as honey,
The fountain not of youth but merely money,
Small price to pay for so much fun,
When it can turn a dowdy day to sun.

Clinking glasses moments shared,
The more imbibed the more is bared,
Food important or so they claim,
When as a smokescreen its main aim.

All that said let me be clear
There’s a reason we choose wine not beer,
Wine is healthy, helps the heart,
Beer is fattening and so tart.

Do We Seek Joy Daily

Joy is easily garnered
Fostered and held dear
But do we seek her daily?

She prances past us on fat fairy toes
Hoping to be engaged or summoned for a consult
Yet we sit in dark areas, cloaked, with folded arms.

Refusing to allow joy to uplift, revive, or delight us.
Falling in love with humdrum boring feelings that do not serve us well.
But rather keep dowdy ugly thoughts in our mind

Joy is persistent and relentless; she is tenacious and enthusiastic.
We look up briefly, as she sprinkles us with her unique pixie dust.
Understanding our soul needs something more, but not sure what.
Forgetting to seek her daily, sadly.

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