Gown Poems - Poems about Gown

The security guard at the hospital admired my taste in clothing. I'm certain I reminded him of himself when he was younger. Now, he was an old man with a wife and children. I never got around to telling him, but I wished we could've switched lives. He could keep my clothes, and I could experience...

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I saw a dude in a gown Has rights to choose pronouns Not knocking his ways Just his style taste Dress for success not like a clown...

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gorgeousness of the model outshines the dress do not misinterpret my meaning please the dress is an Anya Ayoung Chee, a worthy designer created from gorgeous fabric, she has tremendous flow, excellent lines young svelte model’s beauty surpasses this emerald, gold, silver gown during fashion week, we reporters do not see the gown at all completely upstaged by the African goddess...

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Glitzy Fussy Lacey Racy The Oscar gown is worn just one time. Too tight at the stairs, then she can't climb....

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Love radiates on this ecstatic June eve's bliss. Sprites place magnolia blossoms in her cascading twilight-hued hair of a gloss of flaxen. Her necklace of the pearl orb's blue-silver, sweetly close to her generous heart. Her lips a shade of young pink rose buds blushing, so entwined in their royalty of maiden queens on the ivory trellis. She smiles with obsidian eyes ...

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My mother’s wedding gown in my closet, whispers a tale of love and togetherness! the gold embroidery all over, done intricately, dazzles like a star-studded sky, picturing the glitter and pomp… telling me story of that special occasion! I caress the gown with tender hands, It hums a song which my mother chose for her wedding day! The lustrous silk rustles, The lace murmurs softly...

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Only for a moment she stood beside me as mine she promised to love forever that day she stood striong and kind she promised me her love in an endearing promising jesture she kissed me to seal the deal and said she'd be mine forever Ode to Love might I celebrate our eagerness as we are together Nights before and days that end endoring through...

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He said to once again enquire About the things he should acquire, Which their Law School Programs require From one seeking to be Esquire And he's shown a gown of a Choir He'd seen in a jeep like Sequoia: On a good friend,catechist Isaiah, Then,firing the jeep in a mire In front of a kiosk Of Keziah "No to a choir- like esquire: Readers...

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Autumn: Nature’s wondrous gown, Weaved by leaves of myriad hues As They are dancing on the branches, Listening to the melody Of The enchanting wind! © Demetrios Trifiatis 03 November 2022...

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Clearly blind is the mini-skirt Of faint or no trace to drawer unveiling blunt's veil's view afar To wandering eyes' wishes bail If it could be to its presence Clearly blind is the mini-skirt That the shinning sun ray dare not Unveil its secret to eyes choice Tracing out on mind worksheet's theme What it expresses to spark minds Mirror gown is barely naked Renting many...

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The rain, insane, the floods flow down. We saw the wreck before it hit. Over storm’s head, a ghostly gown - The rain, insane, the floods flow down. Houses and boats float all aroun’. Aft’ its fury, hurricane split. The rain, insane, the floods flow down. We saw the wreck before it hit. 10/5/2022...

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oceans turquoise gown delighting in twilights crown i turn overwhelmed...

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Poem Form: Lind30 Sunset beams in scarlet hue fall on mountains, waters blue evergreens salute the crests as watery blue mirror reflects. 1-26-2022 A Poem Crafted In The Various Lind30 by Robert Lindley Poetry Contest Chantelle Anne Cooke...

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She recycled the flowers as they lay in their beds. She recycled the gown in which she once wed. She recycled her food so that others were fed. She recycled her tires once they lost their tread. She recycled those thoughts that were stuck in her head and she wove them in words as they rapidly spread. They tore thru tendons...

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