Garment Poems - Poems about Garment

Sleep is a deception, a ghost wearing the garment of rest, a bloody truth hidden beneath our eyelids, an escape from the labyrinth of the mind, where light dances in the darkness, a forbidden beacon sought by dying souls, and our outstretched hands tremble, trying to grasp ephemeral illusions. At the touch of that light, repulsion flickers like silent...

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Eulabeia cautioned a World that men might soil the name of Cupid. Those who convert and interrupted and reassocated might concern for those who believe or are in need of something to believe. Romans adopted and reassocated Cupid. Some said it was inthe intent to confuse and cause. To the Greeks Cupid was known as Eros( he had a magical pan flute) the handsome God of love. Eros...

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I am a man, not a boy, carrying the weight of maturity like a chosen garment, I am a man with dreams and lofty ambitions, weaving my path among the stars with threads of desire, I am a man with a gentle heart, in a strong body, but with a soul as vast as the ocean, I am...

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Donald impersonating a nice guy publisher right after my accident traumatic brain injury car bomb attack he followed me to book stores ice cream shops art museum obsessed with my poetry my manuscript i was writing about my uncle bob satterfield the boxer he was so obsessed with everything about me he and Peter Gargano my...

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In the garment of loyalty, once I whispered, But every love, in time, was restrained. Happiness, a relic hunted in vain, In the quest for meaning, life turned bitter. To be normal, an illusion that dissipates, Certain of what I did not want, but unsure of what I crave. Fate's taste for troubles, deep and unending, A journey through shadows, secrets hidden...

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"The Garment of Silence" In the vast field of my soul, where dreams lie dormant in frost, Where memories dress in the garment of silence, too heavy to bear, I walk alone, among shadows that weave their melancholy under the moonlight, And my steps echo in the memory of a time that seems to have forgotten. Beneath the sky's dome,...

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My anti-aesthetic garment spews out priest Michael stands in river between olive trees whose roots draw libido like Daphne's laurels Apollo wore, in my drifting slumbering pale Astro Projection where we meet again...

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Sweat is the other garment You wear in the desert When the only water is in the cactus And all but the flies are inert But a cool layer of sweat Is a hiker’s proof of award For taking a thin trail And in curiosity, moving forward....

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Physical is the coat I wear-out in the elements – the ephemeral shell of me, and not the yoke, man's embryo of spiritual wealth...longevity of experience and immortal growth – True! -- of the Eternal Now in my biological years not one has convincingly surfaced, risen above the depths of doubt to undeniably attest, my only proof the intimate...

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A fiercely tight as light garment You won't spare cruel comment; To put it on a self torment, To take it off: you shall lament. Garment's troubles wearers foment And the needless pains augment, Sooner on your waist liniment: A sweet fashion–imposed ailment "Just,you watch Laura's face,ferment You'd think she's from dad's interment" Laura's thigh had yelled in the skirt, Her helpless pelvis rudely hurt By...

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I have a beautiful garment my father gave to me He too got it in an occasion of manumission from slavery Beautiful garment he celebrated in remembrance of that jubilee Before he handed it over to me as a sign of always being free What a garment! My fantasy lured me to sew it into an apparel of simplicity My beautiful...

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He started A Sharp Enterprise And it was A Thing of Surprise: Big Shops you walked up to their shelves To survey the items yourselves; Many a sure lasting garment That should permit no argument, Which one could wear till Interment And still not be starved compliment … A lot of Touching Friendliness Because of his stamped Godliness: A Policy of Dialogue And rejection...

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Pride In The Garment Of Principle Its pride just remixed principle It is a language for the rich. The poor cannot decipher it content. Its sometimes turns pride Attire worn by men of elite attitude To keep the lesser man petrified. And the ignorant numbed Principle they call it Ye there are some veracity in it to make ends meets, one must learn to checkmate...

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The Garment You came to me, friend, seeking comfort From a blustering wind Clutching in your heart the shreds of a dream Slashed by a storm of harsh words. Threads made up of stolen moments Woven in borrowed afternoons – Patches of evening with moonlight stitches, Scraps of dawn sown to sheer morning blue. Seams split open – ripped and torn – Fabric gaping in...

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The City Is a Garment by Michael R. Burch A rhinestone skein, a jeweled brocade of light,— the city is a garment stretched so thin her festive colors bleed into the night, and everywhere bright seams, unraveling, cascade their brilliant contents out like coins on motorways and esplanades; bead cars come tumbling down long highways; at her groin a railtrack like a zipper...

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