My Style Poems - Poems about 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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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~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 ...

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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 ...

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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,...

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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....

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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 ...

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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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