Fashionable pastel forest has lovely intricate designs
Stripes, swirls, polka dots and such, she’s fancy to the nines
Her designer who has never been named remains a secret I guess
But some of us think it is our cousin, the fashion designer, Little Tess.
She has never admitted it, but her clothing looks a lot like this.
I think she might have shared this secret with my little sis.
My auntie does not know it, but she would tell if she knew.
Every secret she has ever been told, she swiftly shared and blew.
I can’t remember who I was,
before voices other than mine stepped in.
I think I wanted to be
a movie director, a script I read in kindergarten—
a line or two still hums when I dream.
I think I wanted to be
a fashion designer, my first sketches—
heels like daggers, dresses stitched with thunder.
I think I wanted to be
a writer, during math class in middle school—
a girl with powers, betrayed by her lover.
Now I tell people I want to be
a marketing executive, a product manager—
since when, I can’t remember.
Before voices other than mine stepped in,
I think, I think—
I wanted to be
the hand behind moving dreams.
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Note: Inspired by a line I saw on Pinterest 'Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?'
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.
Pepper the pink and red poodle with her nose in the air
Walked down the runway without a concern or care
She knew the peons were watching her swag
But barely gave them even the hint of a wag
These dogs are beneath me, I am the great one, she thought
Pepper the Perfect did what she needed, did what she ought
She marched down that runway in an elegant way.
Not caring about the mongrels who were watching that day
Her reds and her pinks were made by famous fashion designer Glee.
He only designed for a few actresses and film stars as important as she.
Pepper had given him his start, and she did this as a favor to him.
He had asked her to smile, but that would have cost extra with vim.
Helena wants to be a fashion designer.
Her daddy was talked into buying her an old mannequin.
She loved it ever so much and spent days with it.
What is she creating in there? He asked her mother.
Why don’t you go find out, she suggested.
He asked if he could take a peek.
Sure! Helena said. Come on in!
She had fashioned a bra out of bottle caps.
Her daddy was speechless.
He asked his wife is Helena planned to wear it.
That’s anybody’s guess, his wife said. She is sixteen.
The transport - imposing, loud, on time.
Rising smoke, intoxicating black cloud.
She steps past the tracks, onto the platform.
Ebonic eyes float up to her waiting kin.
She ascends the steel stairs, as hearts
Beat faster, and shyness slides behind
Mom and Dad. Dark braids, high cheeks,
Red lipstick - all envelops her mystique.
Melodic voice, a fashion designer. She
Arrives from the Big Apple - New York City.
She seems quite like Auntie Mame,
And Like That Girl, cute and single.
She’d collect Egypt, Africa and Europe;
Display them and marry a movie star’s son.
Like Brady Bunch Jan, she interests me.
The transport leaves its tracks behind.
Born poor without schooling, Coco Chanel learned to sing in a cabaret
She learned to sew and became an influential fashion designer in France
Known for popularizing sporty, chic, casual items as feminine standard
Her monogram of interlocking C’s is recognizable to this day
Coco was a prolific designer, first one named by Time as influential
Her jewelry, handbags, hats, sweaters, are all stamped with her monogram
She has left an empire for other designers to strive to work for.
Her fragrance Chanel Number 5 is known as daring and jaunty like her
Pepper the pink and red poodle with her nose in the air
Walked down the runway without a concern or care
She knew the peons were watching her swag
But barely gave them even the hint of a wag
These dogs are beneath me, I am the great one, she thought
Pepper the Perfect did what she needed, did what she ought
She marched down that runway in an elegant way.
Not caring about the mongrels who were watching that day
Her reds and her pinks were made by famous fashion designer Glee.
He only designed for a few actresses and film stars as important as she.
Pepper had given him his start, and she did this as a favor to him.
He had asked her to smile, but that would have cost extra with vim.
The Pain I Feel
The pain I feel Is unbearable
I don’t think It's comparable
Living with them is like torture
Feels like life’s getting shorter
But I’m pushing through
Because I have things to do
Right now I’m just a minor
Though I’m going to become
a Fashion designer
I’ve got a family waiting for me
At 18 I’ll be free
To go with them and live my life
The way a teen should
The pain I feel needs to end
Though for now I’ll just pretend
I’ve got 1 year 10 months left
I’ll try to make it the best
Keeping the move out on the down low
Until everyone’s ready to go
I’ve got a driver and a new family all lined up
I just gotta keep on going
And when I leave I’ll finally be glowing
I can’t be who I wanna be at home
I’m put down for my personality
So I hide in a lil dome
I have abandonment and trust issues
I cry from being disowned but I don’t use tissues
My dad left me without warning, so I use my sleeve
My mom and stepdad are abusive, I just wanna leave!
The pain I feel will come to an end soon…..
1 year 10 months
Move out date 10/24/24
Once upon an age, you twinkle like star,
Far so high; among others, up the sky.
Even your parents wonder what you are!
Before birth, both admire your being- afar,
Though can't actually point out you that high,
Once upon an age, you twinkle like star.
Months in the womb, your dance to stars' guitar;
Actively signal the cool sky, goodbye.
Even your parents wonder what you are!
As you left heaven without any scar,
For earth to fulfill what your fate standby-
Once upon an age, you twinkle like star.
Earthly quests bring scars from its reservoir...
Somewhat grace, favour and prayer bely,
Even your parents wonder what you are!
Fortune to everyone, has its radar-
Fashion Designer gets yours to thy eye.
Once upon an age, you twinkle like star,
Even your parents wonder what you are!
I need just a touch of blue the young designer said.
In her hair?
No
On her lips?
No.
Contacts?
The designer looked exasperated - on her forehead. Paint it.
We thought this was strange but we did it, to please her.
This magazine cover won all kinds of awards.
A fluke of youth?
No. This was forty years ago, and she is still winning awards
For her fabulous innovative magazine covers.
The seasons change with time,
picture mother nature
as a fashion designer
who can't make up her mind.
Talking to the trees:
Ok, everyone, everyone,
fashions for fall.
Green is no longer in,
let's try red.
yellow.
and brown.
Oh, never mind
let everything
fall to the ground.
I know!
Why don't I let you trees go bare?
you’re not bashful,
it’s not like you need underwear.
She is nurse
Yes, She is the polished nurse of poetic diction
She is fashion designer
Yes, She is crystalline splendid fashion designer of poetic panorama
Her world glorified her
as registered worker
in her daily activities
on colorful petals of Eden Garden
This is she, the beautiful azure-blue of poetic planet
No plaintiff she is,
No disputatious she is,
The simple goddess to take care of insight of poetic words
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Note:- This slight writing is written on HAIDEE MAJOLA, member of POEMHUNTER.COM, who introduced herself as PETALS AZUREBLUE
Don't give up
Cause you are a doctor
The saviour of thousand lives
Who relives again thousand smiles
Don't give up
Cause you are a chef
Cooking is chef's pride
Who sets the palate on a ride
Don't give up
Cause you are an artist
Just paint the masterpiece
& Rock on the canvas piece
Don't give up
Cause you are a dancer
Grace your magical feet
& dance on the beat
Don't give up
Cause you are a fashion designer
You design to allure the attire
& Set the ramp on fire
Don't give up
Cause you are a writer
Let the letters jumble on your paper
& Hypnotize the fellow admirer
Just want to convey the message from my poem that no job is inferior or superior everyone has an equal status in life
And therefore we shouldn't give up & always follow our heart
The shy monster deep in Loch Ness
Looks great and dresses to impress
But when fashion designer start arriving
She feels silly and decides upon hiding
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