Thank you, India!
Thanks for your skill with fabric.
Thanks for your looms of magic.
For centuries in our World,
Your cotton threads were firmly twirled.
Thanks for clothes that keep us warm,
That help save us from the storm,
But there is one swatch that brings me joy.
Hail to that awesome wonder,
Beautiful, beautiful corduroy.
Thank you.
in the sixties we girls wore our hair like poodles
teased it up in a poofy way curled and high
stuck a small velvet bow right in front
two inches above our noses
and thought we looked rather posh
not understanding we looked like fancy poodles
It has become a practice
To do or anything don’t
Seeking excuse this World is like
Because of Corona….!
-Dharga Nagar Safa
Anyone with two eyes can see
especially gents who look at knees
The apparel aisle labeled ‘Party Dress’
should be renamed ‘Partly Dressed’
At the vanity I sit
While my radio plays hits
A blank canvas stares back
Time for some beauty hacks
I hope the gods can hear my pleas
As I sit here and try to tweeze
An eyebrow shape that isn’t messy
Not too shabby, not too dressy
Some mascara and primer
And just a little bit of liner
A swipe of cherry lip gloss
I apply it in a cross cross
Dab, cover up, and powder
I turn my music up louder
It’s not just habitual
It’s a daily ritual
A repetitive task
Just to put on a mask
But it makes me feel good
Quite more than it should
I squeeze into a skinny dress
Beauty is a pain I guess
Even so, I’ll still impress
I’m not even gonna stress
Because even when I’m a mess
I gotta say I still look blessed
Just need a bit of setting spray
And I’m ready to take on the day
Eyeshadow specks gracing the floor
Glitter and gemstone diamonds galore
I glance at the mirror as I walk out the door
I’m looking my best but who’s keeping score
ruffles frill up every kind of dress
add tulle and you have a real mess
fru fru and poufs bouncy and pink
as feminine as fox fur and mink
Hawaiian pearls and high heels shoes
this gorgeousness chases off the blues
Today's the day Lucky Luke
trades his hat in for a tuque
not sure his fashion choice and flair
will still be a hit with ladies everywhere
One summer day Speedy Gonzales
met a very sweet girl named Alice
she liked his big yellow sombrero
it complemented her little bolero
Aprilcity was the theme a ridiculous jesture
A smile to say it was witty
A jesture to say it was clever
A lighthouse ajurned to a castle
In the middle of the desert
Might the mermaids sing to me
Might the prayers of sea merchants
Sound above the rocks
Might the winds howl in such agreement
The staffs of respected people
To treat visitors as there equal
From all ends of every nation
To marvel in such creation
Menu to menu
Event to event
Might the travelers who seek
A respective Venue
Speak us as such a retreat
To level the muzzling
the blurred eye to the blind
the most physical among us
To the sweet and unkind
Travelers in lodging
To which respects
A doctrine up holds
Might we stand staffed
To be host to visitor
Our needed like there's unopposed
Hospitality
Hospitality
Hospitality
The needs of many people
MOLLY THE MOUSE
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Molly the mouse, dressed in flair,
wore sun flowery dress with ribbons in hair.
With a hat on her head,
and her shoes painted red,
she twirled, but found no one there!
She checked all the nooks and the crannies,
for friends to admire her fancies.
But the cats had all fled
to make their submissions instead,
forcing Molly to imbibe in all her brandies.
pressure to conform
prissy Dorothy liked dresses
impractical though
burned rear on park bench
showed pink panties in the wind
she favors slacks now
ON THE CATWALK
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Once was squirrel named Suzy, quite stunning
who strutted the catwalk with cunning.
The felines clapped and sighed,
she strutted with head held high.
True fashionista Suzy’s becoming.
Down the catwalk, she twirled with great flair,
wiggles furry derriere with no cares.
“Oh La La!” Your outfit’s so chic.
It’s got to my number one pick!
Your coat and white boats are haute couture.”
With a twirl and a wink, Suzy did pose,
while the felines cheered her chic little clothes.
"Fashion is my game,
And I’ll stake my claim,
“I’m quite the fashionista, everyone knows!”
chiffon ruffles of peach and blue
delicate and delectable
adorned with sequins and pearls
worn by a gentlewoman from France
her taste is exquisite, chic and posh
adorned in this creation
she gave Cinderella a bit of competition
Early each morn
before the dawn
she primps and prettifies
shadows her eyes
lines her brows
lipstick applies
rouges her cheeks
powders her nose
lacquers her hair
files then paints her nails
fingers and toes
pampers places
it never shows
and every night
washes it all away
only to do it
go through it
all over again
exactly the same
at sunrise
the very next day
Dripping souls out of my skin
how many have I taken?
My self, I don't even know,
one, or two, maybe more,
swallowed their pride and joy,
taken their brides,
entered their lives,
I have invaded without permission!
Tasted their skin and wore their face,
on my face, fashion on the new level,
I wanted to be someone else,
but the skin too tight,
secrets revealed of past lives lived,
the only way to be someone
without knowing someone,
transition and transformation,
zero collaboration,
don't you want to get to know me?
Specific Types of Fashion Poems
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Poems Related to Fashion
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