Mannequin Poems - Poems about Mannequin

When the malevolent moon drapes black current vines around my neck, etching the blood of betrayals in my white-whirling wings ~ I cease to scream in sanguine sighs within sangria songs ...

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She speaks in camouflage Concealing feelings and responses A perfect porcelain face Stiff, peachy and straight Her eyes and chin give away nothing She is a great poker player No tells Her complexion is nearly plastic She is more mannequin than woman...

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Mannequin Man Very sadly, a cleaner in Kerry & Peter Department Store in Elmwood Mall, that asleep Mannequin Man displayed clothes in, remembered he was half man hours after she’d stuffed him in the big incinerator bin. ...

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A Fantasy There was I, forgotten in the attic. Mannequin discarded, ready for demolition. Cracks everywhere with some rags thrown on Haphazardly over me like a scarecrow. Suddenly all lights went out, an outage. Immediately the generators went off but failed. In the attic, the air went into a trembling atmosphere Thunder boomed and lightning filled the room. An electrical power surge lit everywhere. Suddenly...

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She was movie star quality Put on plenty of airs He was more down to earth into sports They were forced to share a window They are looking at me! She said gleefully. He knew they were watching him. But he kept this to himself. Careful to not lose his temper For that is when he transmogrified And ghosts are always supposed to stay...

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The mannequins put on skin pretending to be human feigning familiarity with lives they’ve never lived performing a pantomime of proficiency in poverty the wisdom won from doing without playing the part of people they consider inconsequential believe are below them with whom it would be unsuitable to be seen socializing unworthy of a welcoming word as they parade about before the...

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I envy the stylish model her styrofoam perfect breasts those legs that never need shaving the sweet smile that needs no rest the hair that’s always behaving the pose that teasingly arrests she’s a icon of current fashion a flower neatly pressed but no love will ever find her no one cares if she’s undressed she’ll never accomplish anything never mind - I’m not impressed...

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MUSE OF MY PAIN you are who you are, and I love you so... Thousand times i said at your feet crouched... in your impassivity you didn't hear, you didn't speak, neither complained... nor laugh... You are woman, that it caused amazement! listen, quiet now... How did you do so much... occasionally I remember that you did not listen no song, no pain, no crying... you only live thus... your live as mannequin... at your showcase...!...

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Words will flood like torrents raging, Deep immersed in waters wild; Languishing in languages Of liquid pools of prose, Each time a laughing mannequin Would somehow dare suppose. They walk along with voice on leash, Leading the park with cannibalistic eyes, Bending over benches waiting, For the next remark. Together sharing repartee For all they may experience Between their...

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mannequin more I look away not do ever have to say the stillness so stocks alas my resistance starts you who are dead to me, move 11/23/19 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©...

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Virtue is to have excellent morality; An admirable quality or property. Holy Angels are virtues of order. Like, Samson, a man of excellent valor. Virtue is to clothe oneself with Jesus Christ; Like, Arnor on a hero or royal knight. God's righteousness is virtuous light; Like, stars shining very bright. A Jesus freak is a control freak; A dummy that knows nothing of being...

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Dreams leak out of my mannequin head My twisted plastic limbs are sprawled out on my bed My expression ever frozen, in a dramatic pose I'm not biodegradable but I want to decompose A glue drop on my cheek to emulate a tear I've been here 10 minutes or maybe 10 years...

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Kind-hearted displays never was part of her intrinsic, fashionable support view Genuine concern often got the facial window dressing ... Feelings dismissively expressed with distant half-smiles of plastic disaffection In sad times of other people’s tragedy, the principal thing was to show some synthetic sympathy Walk into a somber room, and with vacant, steely eyes support the teary-cheek weak knees Giving the smallest comfort measure...

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I know I'm supposed to be panicking But I'm as calm as ever Even though my feet are tired, because I've been walking through this storm forever I refuse to dress it up,I'm not here to put clothes on the mannequin I chose to stand up while you stood still I let the world see me naked while you dressed...

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Oh, once again! A cry! Two-legged creatures Making love under sheets and that last sigh! A mannequin releasing its last plastic breath! :: 12-15-2017 ::...

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