Dresser Poems - Poems about Dresser

She invited me to see her dresser; she was featuring snakes on it. They are marvelous- attractive, shiny, glitzy, delightful, she said. I avoided the unveiling for six months, not fond of snakes. Then I saw it, and it was the most glamorous dresser I had ever seen. How much are you selling this for? I asked her. She smiled...

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I live in a magical house with my cats, He and She. They love me to pieces and give me some glee. Yesterday at a quarter before ten until three My dresser gave a bow and served me some tea. The windows of the house are crisp, clean, and free. Of cobwebs and dust, they truly do not reflect me. I...

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Almost twenty-two years ago the brown eye girl was given advice. So far she had lived by it. She had found herself trying to live up to the person who told her the advice. But how can she keep up with that after all this time? Shouldn't she live up to...

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I have created a dresser you might like This was stated to my Uncle Ike Who had been an artist at one time But was now a salesman at a five and dime The dresser was stunning, amazing, a feat Psychedelic mushrooms made it complete Ike felt sad he had not gone on to pursue his art Living his soul dream would...

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It was the dresser few could have visualized I spotted it in the flea market as fantasized Patterns most would have been able to think up or paint Created by an artesian whose designs are never faint This dresser had a signature, not any kind of surprise So marvelously orchestrated it nearly hurt my eyes It was a gorgeous dresser, which...

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I have a fabulous dresser, an antique made out of gorgeous wood of teak It is totally Victorian, and yet somehow sleek Found a long time ago at a home beside a creek Its interior drawers are shabby, quite bleak. Yet the outside has an incredibly well-built physique. She is pretty when refurbished, totally chic. Her clothes drawers sometimes have an ominous...

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She’s shabby chic, a bedroom chair said at the recycled furniture fair. They were speaking of Violet, and it hurt her feelings. “You mean shabby all over!” a mirror said to a chandelier. The tent shook with all of their laughter; Violet felt ashamed. Someone purchased her and stripped her paints off. She felt naked and vulnerable; even though she...

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Looking back curiously acquiescent in 4th floor chaos Looking through these dresser drawers of sleepy underclothing Retrospective shirts and tiresome socks, these sheaths of self more coincidental than designed Everything ajar, windows, doors my dresser drawers Clues left coyly in my path by boorish poltergeists Half absent, I impassively apprise their surreptitious ways, ...

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Seen wearing his wife’s silken gown O’Keef’s soon the talk of the town In her basque and pink bra He looked like a p orn star His wife gave him a dressing down He admits’ I’m into cross dressing And this is my way of confessing You’re the same size as me I wear your clothes for free - My desires I’m no...

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Is your ceiling rolling? I sigh. She is eighty-eight. On pain pills. Maybe hallucinating. No Mom. Yes, it is, she insists. Okay, Mom. Is that man coming today? What man? The one I saw yesterday. I sigh. Is it the pills Or something worse? Oh, boy! She yells. She is staring at the dresser. Let him out! She commands me. I walk over to the dresser. This one? I ask, hovering my hand...

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which words makes him stumble those he wishes to hear or those he longs to hear which words do she want to hear those that causes togetherness or those that divides loneliness might the two be the same?...

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I espied a large woman called Evie (She was wearing her husband’s mankini) Though her skin was quite pale She looked like a beached whale It’s a pity his outfit’s so weenie Of her figure Evie is proud but Evie is so well endowed ‘Twas a bright a sunny day with huge boobs on display This outfit it drew quite a crowd An onlooker...

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On my dark dresser I have some fun for season I have lit pumpkins Some evil looking pumpkins Great Jack-O-Lanterns tonight Russell Sivey...

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Rubber lover, Zipperella, is not a brother or a fella. He has false **** and kitten heels, not a chest and ankles made of steel His spiky rubber bag is old, cleverly patched with a Marigold. It’s been so long since he wore cotton, and only zips, never a button Zippy is a Tube commuter,...

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Grandma's dresser was a testament to time. Elegant in it's curves. Sturdy in it's construction. A thick piece of plate glass lay atop, to protect the wood surface. Under that glass, sealed away, yet there to be seen, were pictures and announcements. Mile stones important to Grandma. There was a picture of each...

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