Fashioned Poems - Poems about Fashioned

Love, love, the old fashioned way With courtships that lasted more than a day This new modern age of total free love Has its appeal but missing the hugs It's straight to the bedroom on the very first date Never a thought of perhaps we should wait Back in the day we wanted a virgin To experience together the joys of flirting The...

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I want an old fashioned love, One that misses me when I sleep, The kind of love that'll sit me down, And wash my tired feet. The kind of love that sends me things, Just to see me grin, I want the kind of love, That started as a friend. I want an old fashioned love, That will...

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Old-fashioned parloring. Dreaming of friendship with tea and cakes. Feathered fascinators, blooming hats, all dressed like a bountiful bouquet. Chatterbox of lovely talk, liveliness in eyes and lips. Excitement of togetherness. A cozy of ladies is the best. Dress us up, kiss us with tasty treats and sips of chai. Such is the picture of yesteryear, placed in the Southerner's space. Children pass by with...

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All the dreams we talked about All the words we spoke I really loved you Bluebird It wasn't just a joke And I still do, the fact remains For you I always will Have a space inside my heart That only you can fill And if the day should ever come Where longing's in the past My love for you will still...

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A mirror never reveals fallen secrets sewn with soulful sequins; time unmutes raven melodies within, tawny tunes of truth~ I once spoke in colorful dialects. Now, I trust just the crying crescent in your onyx realms to alter faulty fringes, hanging undone. Tonight I flaunt...

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Love takes different steps in different cultures, If touching means a show of affection, If holding hands in privacy mean anything, It's a sincere show of love in my old-fashioned way.. If a few minutes of conversation, Brings your mind to loving affection, If going out with the love and families mean anything, It’s the...

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No door I won't hold open Old fashioned's my campaign I'll give you my umbrella And walk out in the rain I'll stand until you're seated I'll offer you my chair I'll listen to you when you speak Because I really care Would a serenade make you happy? If so, that's what I'll do I'll treat you like a lady Only...

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Ingredients: ~ A pint of stress ~A cup of anxiety ~A tablespoon of guilt ~A pinch of regret ~A dash of hopelessness ~A sprinkle of self-doubt Directions: - Mix all the ingredients in a large bowl - Stir well until you feel a lump in your throat - Pour the mixture into a baking pan - Preheat the oven to 350°F - Bake for 30 minutes...

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It’s an old-fashioned Bell - a silver-tingling, it’s a-ringing The choir’s singing Their wrists a-swinging, up and down It’s an old-fashioned Carriage ride, abiding on the crunchy snow Fresh and new Flakes still falling, silently blowing It’s an old-fashioned Popcorn string, winding ‘round the pine Some popped Into cherub mouths, those kids grinning It’s an old-fashioned Reading of the ghosts of past, present, future Chills from the draft As the...

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You may think me a bit old-fashioned…sometimes I know I do… but when it comes to presents this Christmas…or any day… in my heart I know this to be true…. The only present I ever wish for… the one that keeps my life on track… is to have someone to say ‘I love you’ to me and for them to hear...

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You may think me a bit old-fashioned…sometimes I know I do… but when it comes to presents this Christmas…or any day… in my heart I know this to be true…. The only present I ever wish for… the one that keeps my life on track… is to have someone to say ‘I love you’ to me and for them to hear...

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A rotted old house deep in the South Was where I learned to shut my mouth And keep my stockings high and my hems low And take care of babies and learn to sew And the very first thing I stitched together Was made of cotton that had heathered Was a pair of pants like my Papa wore “For wearin’ ‘round the...

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Gentlemen always say ‘Ladies first.’ Women always seem to adore it; Masculine ways charm naysayers, feminine tears a man does not permit; Flower bouquet given for no reason, power to bring a smile and calm mind; Shower of laughter and a bear hug, our love is the old fashioned kind....

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A bagel shop displays a sign That says, “No dogs allowed,” But rules are rarely followed now And signs leave no one cowed. So oftentimes when I walk by, A canine on a leash Strolls in as if his owner Sees the words, but can’t capeesh.* The doctor’s office posts a note: “No cell phone use inside,” With which most waiting patients Somehow...

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I was a dedicated, expert arborist, bringing joy and comfort to shady spaces, As mountains give cool joy to blooms, in butterscotch afternoon's last traces. A love of trees grew in youth, when climbing our oak, four hundred years old, Then having fun in my tree house, soaked in fervor of sunshine uncontrolled. I kept gnarled, graceful trees healthy,...

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