My Style Poems

My Style

I know my clothes are a little crazy.
It’s not because I’m lazy.
I do care about my looks.
I just don’t read fashion magazines and books.
I prefer to make my own style.
Even if it’s a bit wild.
How do I explain?
How my style is not so plain.
A leopard sweatshirt.
I don’t like skirts.
I do enjoy pants with stripes.
A pair

In Season Cyrch Chwta My style

The strawberry moon’s in season;
June nights are so sweet a reason
let’s be a bit of a heathen;
A period of deletion
sunlight and stars left uneven;
Due to that dark sky’s depletion
we bathe in a later sunset;
It’s no secret celebration;

Summer sends gentle perfumed air
nothing else can really compare;
Tendrils of flowers in her hair, 
into dramatic eyes we stare;
Taunted

The Cage Cyrch A Chwta My style

Power you can’t bottle and sell,
magick is not something to quell;
Her heels click just like a bombshell,
able to fuel and cast a spell;
Toxic rumors grow and dispel;
Throwing judgement without intel,
they scream furious ‘Burn the witch!’
She flipped a switch so very well;

Wildfire licks at backwards language
ingrained from a very young age;
The four corners consume their rage,
energy

Low Key Radical Cyrch A Chwta My style

Waterfall chandeliers flood me 
as they sparkle delicately;
Watercolor waves shine brightly 
upending my debauchery;
Fanciful lets these tears fall free
they unleash all of my fury;
Graffiti of lights on the wall
facets enthrall but glow low key;

Rhyme and riddle to unravel,
the answer lies in the dazzle; 
The poise of so polished a yell,
moody flow rings just like a

Bee Hive

In the arid grasp of a withered plant,
The hive appears forlorn, its dryness stark,
Yet within lies the nectar all relish and want,
Nourishing sustenance, a feast to embark.

A facade of chaff and wax, so unassuming,
A fragrant lure that entices the birds,
They gather eagerly, their beaks consuming,
Sputtering and squawking, their appetites spurred.

Satiated and vibrant, they clumsily take

Find My Style

I put my pen to the paper
That’s when my heart becomes the maker
My mind acts as a window
The body’s internal translator
My words are one to one for a concept that’s one of one
I put these parts together to make a whole
Something that can only be one of one
I put on plays with my words
Something to

My Style

They say I got my own style.
I say it's because I been crawling for miles.
Life's ups and downs has made me so versatile.
I'm trying to stay sharp using my mistakes like a file.

I know the way that I write is not really ideal.
So I just write what I want and however I feel.
And with nothing

Bringing Joy and Smiles Is My Style

There's a promise big and steep
In my heart I'll always keep
Never to make others cry
I will do my best to try
Every day to be kind
Helping leave troubles behind
Even for a little while
A sweet word or happy smile
Can make all the difference to
A stranger or a friend who
Might be in a gloomy place
Leaving them without a

My Style

my style
the sky is blue 
so is time to
mingle
in a lonely 
atmosphere 
were love is the 
reason of life 
so my blue pen 
never seize to 
pure it reality 
from the deep 
heart of willingness

my style
fire and water 
are two deferent 
liquid contents 
it differs in action 
so am different in 
my world 
I am

Just Come To Me - In My Style

~Just  Come  To   Me ~
( In  My  Style )


My  love
Just  come  to  me 
Don't   make me  wait  anoth'r day 
You  know  I  always   love  you
Come  to  me   my  love 

Not My Style

I'm no floozy bimbo
on a movie screen
my breasts will never grow
and I'll never be obscene
              I'm not hard and cold
              in soul and heart
     

My Style

I am of the past and present, of the today’s as much as yesterdays,
People of this world, ever changing of today,
Normal as well as weird a slave as well as a free man,,
stuffed with the stuff that is harsh and stuffed with 
	the stuff that is kind, 
One of  the cherished persons, the person,

My Style

I've been writing poems
For nigh on Fifty Years
I've made people laugh
And brought them close to tears
But when asked, what's my style
This is all that I can say
According to 'The Soup'
It looks like it's  N/A           


by JTCurtis lol.

Not My Style

I'm cosy and warm curled up in my bed
 Don't think I will move for a while 
The wind is howling and it's lashing outside 
Getting cold and wets not my style

 I'll just turn over and close my eyes
 And catch a fews zzz while I can 
I have nothing important planned for today

My Style

So many people ask my why
my lines are so hypnotic
and why my eyes cry for the world

I learned a lesson as a little girl
Music took the pain away
in a way that I never really understood
But somewhere I found my rhythm
and it felt good

I learned to enjoy the breeze
I learned to smile when mama would sing
I

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