Finery Poems - Poems about Finery

... The trees are beginning to turn inward towards sleep and are letting go of leaves dressed in their funereal finery of yellow, orange and red. They fall like severed wings. The heavy shade ......Read the rest...

...Some women ask for jewelry, roses or such I ask for books and solitude, not so very much. Give them their riches, give them their fame. But give me an hourglass, willed to my name. A place wher......Read the rest...

...Fey leaf cloaks are being created by faerie artisans in the midst of the veil Maple tree is smiling, recognizing many of the offerings from his own limbs Sycamore takes credit for a few, as does el......Read the rest...

...Old Mountain tales of love spin 'neath dawn's blush, Elderberries, purple ink drop pearls, drawing me nigh. Ah! Her laughter, a honeybee’s dance in summer’s rush, Ignites my days with passion, 'ti......Read the rest...

...My jubilant latent, nascent poetic tribute to black history month Which acknowledgement ought to be year round, similar to altruistic, humanistic, and philanthropic unconditional acceptance and ......Read the rest...

...I was a world famous fashion designer, and quite enraptured with the new, Like first caress of pink, peach dawn light, smiling at the full moon's taboo. I adored laboring with colors I loved, in ......Read the rest...

...I unbox my faux Christmas tree, a tradition every year, Adorned with baubles, lights, and festive cheer, In the living room, presents beneath its boughs, A holiday aura, a delightful vow. My da......Read the rest...

...Woman in red with your gorgeous peacock hat You entice me in many ways, you are all that. We don’t usually dress this well at our church. Your finery has given our deacons' heads a lurch. Woman......Read the rest...

...Pure luscious decadent self indulging with the molten chocolate on your lips, felt the finery of her burning fire, as you placed your, warmth on her fine skin as a moment of rising w......Read the rest...

...My childhood of the 1960's, all those years ago, feels like a Saturday in my journey nostalgic. The Cowsill's song "Flower Girl," their purity of song, of smiles. A daydream streams, of runnin......Read the rest...

...Fey leaf cloaks are being created by faerie artisans in the midst of the veil Maple tree is smiling, recognizing many of the offerings from his own limbs Sycamore takes credit for a few, as does el......Read the rest...

...My heart aches at thought of elephants' plight Those splendid ivory tusks ignite Killing spree that's totally senseless Brutality against absolute defenceless. Elephants roamed with fre......Read the rest...

...Charon demands us to disrobe Sell your layers for coins Some with less have more to trade Better than becoming chained ghosts Our suits and dresses tie us down Being nude again will be sobering ......Read the rest...

...Swans so gracefully gliding o'er lake Delightful scenery they create Dressed all in white feather finery True beauties of the lake dynasty. Falling in love with love forever Swan mate......Read the rest...

... "The Emperor’s New Clothes" We write about beliefs our prayer flags flying like chrysallis books on a branch of those higher deities we trust, submerged, we are always......Read the rest...