Nightgown Poems | Examples

Wee Willy Winky is Creepy

Wee Willy Winky creeps about the town
Into children’s bedrooms he’ll be peeking.
Sometimes if he finds an open window,
into that child’s room he will go sneaking.

He fancies himself a Sandman.
But nothing like the Sandman is he.
No peace does he bring the sleepless kid
as he creeps about in hours that are wee.

He sprinkles no sand into sleepy eyes,
but he slides like a ninja beneath a child's bed,
then mutters low sounds that he thinks are soothing,
but he frightens most children instead!

“Go to sleep; go to sleep,” he sometimes whispers.
Children who hear this are filled with fear.
Too terrified are they to leave their bed.
They think that the boogeyman must be near.

Wee Willy Winky, you do nobody good
as you creep all around in your nightgown.
Some of those you visit get PTSD.
You ought to be jailed and banished from town.

thrilled to see the hatred go

She was thrilled to be in the nightgown commercial
When the rain fell, the photographer said let’s not give up
She had no idea what this would mean to her career
She danced, frolicked and pretended to love the rain
Feeling like a fake, a poser, wondering when it would be over
The photographer kept snapping photos.
She was getting miffed.
It was cold water.
Difficult to pretend now.
The photo session was a huge success.
It launched her career.
She became a mega star, and was in high demand.
Her salary went from five figures to six figures.
She stopped resenting the photographer.
Glad to let go of the hatred, since they were married.

I am a Painter

acrylic blue paint on my fingertips
green paint on my wrist
silver paint on my lower arm
red paint on my cell phone
orange paint on my tile floor
yellow paint on the table
turquoise paint on my chair
fuschia paint on my rug
six colors of paint on my nightgown
twenty-six colors of paint on my apron
black and brown paint on my shirt
gold paint on my shoes
I do not mind.
I am a painter.

shopping no longer appeals to me

I used to spend an average of sixty dollars a day at a store.
It did not matter what I bought, as long as I purchased something.
I would leave the clerks cheering, I was their job security.

Unsure when I outgrew this habit, probably when I began working.
When you are at a job eight hours a day, you want to be home.
I could not wait to put on my nightgown and relax.

Thus, working not only gave me money.
But it saved me money.
I realized that now.

And to my vast astonishment,
I no longer have a shopping fixation.
what used to appeal to me is not appealing in the least now.
I spend all of my money on dogs, their treats and their toys.

Wee Willie Winkie

Wee Willie Winkie ran through the town,
upstairs and downstairs, in his nightgown.
The ladies were aghast at what was on display; 
they went into a tizzy, which caused some disarray.
Complaints were made to Burghers, Mayors, one and all;
(in truth, though, Wee Willie was a little small).
But rules are rules, and rude is rude;
so Willie’s now in jail; for being rather crude!

Strange Nursery Rhymes

Pat-a-cake pat-a-cake baker's man
Bake me a cake as fast as you can
Speed is of the essence 
So put it in the oven for Billy and Jan

Now Jack be nimble Jack be quick
London Bridge is falling down
Get off soon as you can
 Some take pics of me in my nightgown

Is there a man on the moon not sure
Does he have funny big ears
How about a very large nose 
Can smell cheese from the moon to here

Sing a song of sixpence a pocket full of rye
The reason is don't know why
Well a celebration is close
Not sure if sixpence will do it just gonna try

Little Jack Horner sat in the corner
Eating his Christmas pie
He stuck in his thumb
Pulled out some screaming happy guys

- Sun -

                                 I am drying the dews of dawn
                                        in glittering luster
                                        Crystalline clarity
                                  A golden sapphire splendor
                                  that makes you impressed

                                The midday sun, a brilliant blaze
                              where the UV index is at its highest
                       Attempt to avoid me at the most intense hours

                               Watch my nightgown, feminine lace
                                  exquisite colorful embroideries
                                        Always a warm smile
                                  I bringing love to every heart

Elle, My Belle Ballerina

Not yet as graceful as the swan she shall be
but charming and delightful is Eloise to me.
Trying her best to stay en pointe on tiny toes,
focusing on pirouettes, she wiggles her nose.

Still a bit shy when she knows others are looking.
A few years more until The Royal Ballet's booking.
This petite ballerina twirls in circles all around
in her leotard and tutu or in her pink nightgown.

My grandma is a GlamMaw

my grandma is not a grandma at all, but a glam-maw
her porch is a reflection of the beauty she gleans
healthy plants with gorgeous pink and red blossoms
a porch swing with plump soft pillows for comfort

my glam-maw does not do anything that is not glamorous
even her teensy tiny nightgown is pretty with its pink lambs
grandpa and she cuddle on this swing, enjoying the night winds
the stars look down, hoping they can twinkle half as well as she does

I have known about glam-maw since I was a teensy baby
recognizing the angelic look in her eye, knowing she loved me
she keeps nothing that she does not love, which explains her glam
her entire house is full of goodness and joy, reflecting her glam-maw-ness.

My Miniature Odyssey

Some days I just wanted to tread muted waves
not knowing whether
what grazed my leg was a porgy,
or a Leviathan reaching out to me from the gradient depths.

The paranoia kept me afloat,
the fear drove me to swim to shore.
When I made it back to the sand,
I chose not to live as I did before.

Walking away, I looked back at the dunes, gray and dulled,
yet the sun cloaked the sky in an orange nightgown.
The ocean smiled that evening,
a pearly white grin born from the descending gleam. 

From what I saw in the horizon
in the sheen, dimensions were torn from the seams.
the sea’s teeth melted away,
its dentures rotted into a violent green.

A craterous head, so alien, so organic
crowned with mesopelagic knickknacks.
Phosphorescent eyes surrounding its gelatinous skull
poked out of the boiling cauldron that was the Atlantic.

Its behemoth sized hand, with fingers gnarled and gangly
erupting so fast!
Contrasting the married sky of lavender and apricot
Levi, then gently waved me goodbye.

A little girl and her Christmas dream

                       12/19/2023

 A Chicago snowstorm at Christmas, 
 was always my wish.
Red, shiny boots with warm,fluffy fur,
both in and out.
I lived in the rolling suburbs where a huge 
snowball tasted delish!
Those flakes were from Heaven, not one 
 of a doubt.


But our joy of all joys, buiding Mister Snoman, 
our friend.
His, hat, eyes, mouth and gloves were surely
at the ready.
My sled  loaded with shovels, we were happy to 
build  him and bend!
Noses running from the cold, who cares, there 
he pourdly stood.in his glory, Mr. Snowman , our 
dearest …Freddy!


We could barely sleep that charming, snowy 
winter’s  gleaming night.
Mommy served us hot chocolate before we 
finally went to bed.
Our little girl’s innocent joyful heartstrings 
sailed to the moonwith delight.
I recall dreaming of sleighbells, in my nightgown 
soft, flannel nightgown  of festive red .

Oh,That Sensous Spring Night

                         11/1/2023




      When you tore my nubile nightgown, 
      from my youthful body in two.
      That sherbet-colored beauty,which I
      had purchased, just for you!


      Forgotten, quickly then, though never 
      your footsteps, in the sweet,hallways of time!
      Decades later, memories of that soccer  
      Austrian goalie and I now live eternal in rhyme                                   


       Your dimpled chin and sweet kisses, are
       but yesterday’s treasure, indeed, sublime.
       That starlit, spring night, so uniquely floral,
       Opalescent and with fireflies~ divine.!

Every Time a Bell Rings

Teacher says every time a bell rings an angel gets his wings

From classic movie “It’s a Wonderful Life”

EVERY TIME A BELL RINGS

The dollars became a pain,
ka-ching, with each passing hour…
who’d complain?
So many wings being awarded
the bells’ wearing out Joseph -
the Bailey’s, becoming repulsive.
It’s all Clarence’s fault.
But he’s smiling ear to ear -
fluttering in his nightgown.
For this angel,
It’s a wonderful life.

1/24/2023

The Devils Clown

Carrying a hatchet to town 
dressed up in a jester’s nightgown;
This victim of a painted frown;
The Devil’s clown, the Devil’s clown;

Slashing at pain with a wild laugh 
armed with an old booth photograph;
On your heart carved his autograph 
cut it in half, cut it in half.

A December Memento

The pink polka-dot nightgown,                                                                       made you look like a funny clown.                                                                Wrong tag on the gift box,                                                                                    my husband really needs socks.                                                                     On your face you wore a silly frown.  
 

Date Written: 12/14/2022  

7 Place  

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