Dressed Poems - Poems about Dressed

The jar remains still, dressed in its glass mantle like a snow globe of silent forgetting, each broken part of me lies there, floating in my warm and crimson waters, a lake of lost memories, a mirror of the soul seeking to find itself again. I open the jar and try to fit each piece into the deep...

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Some things you survive without sound. No spotlight, no audience, only the quiet echo of your own breath as you carry yourself through another night. The world does not always notice that kind of strength, yet it is the most sacred kind. Survival, on its own, is a quiet kind of miracle. To still be...

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Energy A favored term For a closer approach To that which cannot Be approached.. A story which May illustrate that All words are Dressed to disguise......

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lurking in the shadow to hunt her down to put all the blame on her there’s a man dressed as clown was it that “her clothes too short”? was it that “she was too easy”? reasons circled around there’s a man dressed as clown clown is unapologetic clown is a predator clown is a hypocrite there’s a man dressed as clown ...

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Indigo whispers in denim mysteries, Retelling inspirations, muses On trembling cotton, blessing away Dark fictions with gentle words, Psalms and wisdoms, written in lessons, Breathing hope, faith and love, Remembering the heart, the soul, the spirit, Revealing the light beyond the materials… Rayon dresses, worn on Sunday Worn to weddings, funerals, events Where faded jeans and t-shirt themes Aren’t exactly the best selections, Where hearts and souls...

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Get dressed as you can In style, fashion or chic To impress the eyes....

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Cloaked in misty judgments, we have dressed ourselves, Finding in condemnation a kind of sacred and dignified sport. An inert paradigm, where blame is like a talisman That people wear proudly, believing in the honorable artifices of justice. We traverse the resounding carnival of designated guilty parties, A culture that chisels the other's mistake into stone. We raise clinical pedestals to...

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Under the vault of memory, where silences are dressed in echoes, I beg you, let your memory dance among us, unbounded. When I open your book, a collection of fragments, My hand navigates through pages, and time dilates Until an insignificant moment bends me, And I find myself embraced by a fleeting vision, A spark of longing decades old, in a...

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Its the ladies, Dressed like gypsies, That feel the moon, With romance, In their fibers, That desire to dance, With love, Its the ladies, Dressed like gypsies, That make the nightingales, And flowers sigh, In the warmth, Of gardens and moons, Its the ladies, Dressed like gypsies, That are so sweet, And tender, And ofcourse exotic, That cherish the hymns, The sensuousness, Of a long lazy evening, Where their hems, Can sway, unwind, and relax Reynaldo Casison...

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"properly dressed" if ever you wonder if there is a dress code thinking of this will lead fast to overload conserve energy for more important things take yourself your heart and love too in return I'll be ready waiting for you with open arms holding passion to last our pact stands wear jammies you like most in high fashion and more to love...

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Dotty arrived at the party dressed as a giant teacup Some laughed at her, for it was formal, she should have dressed up She was instantly engaged in conversation with Old Mrs Hupp Who switched place cards, so she could sit by the friendly giant teacup...

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Dressed UP I got up early, before the dawn... and dressed to impress. I had nowhere at all to go, or to be, I just wanted to remember, what it was like, to see the world, and ride my bike. I put on a fancy hat, and long leggings. I knew it would be cold, and I...

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The trees are dressed in summer green. The sky is dressed in gray. And I am dressed in thankfulness, To start another day....

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I am Li from the East Not the the martial artist I am half-Asian Raised in Appalachian I love to cook Selling in any nook I push and pull a cart Honest from the bottom of my heart I cook street food Spook and hook so good I fry squid balls, chicken and krill Or saute soft meat and grill I play as I cook And can tell...

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Who made red panda Robin Hood? My cousin asked. No idea, but go along with it if you can, I replied. His hat is feathered, and he is amply flasked. And he is walking the path, now coming inside. Hello fair Robin Hood, my cousin said quickly. His words turned upbeat lickety-split-ly. I laughed at my cousin, who is afraid of...

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