Outfits Poems | Examples

Performance

I used to hate dresses,
The feeling of air blowing onto my legs and the need for sandals.
I hated the way my light blonde leg hair would shine so brightly in the sun.
High schoolers were so scary,
Taller than me, bigger than me, more mature.
Now I am that high schooler and I still feel that way about them. 
I’ve always been the smallest girl on the field, in the classroom, on stage. 
It gnaws at me because it is unchangeable.
Unchangeable in ways I would do anything for. 

Gone are the days of running around on the playground,
Now are the days of straightened hair and perfect outfits.
Girlhood hits like a train, ending the non-gender conforming ways of childhood imagination. 
Pre-conceived notions and unachievable expectations.
I used to be afraid to perform. 
But that’s what girlhood is.

Hot, Hot, Hot-TFS

Summer
season,
lively,
lots of
zest, fun.
Breeze beats
the heat.

People
on the
beach have
ice cream,
iced drinks.
Cool treats
for heat.

Women
in their
two piece
swimming
outfits
are hot,
hot, hot!

Concerts
in the
park are
upbeat.
The crowd
goes hot
hot, hot!

Tess

Just now I’ve met somebody beaux,
whom I perceive to truly glow
—(oh! anxiety—oh! fitful fret!)—
Somemany beaux (just now I’ve met!)

has flicked a spark of gaiety
O’! Fitful fret! O’ Anxiety!
for outfits worn—For, mask and mark
of gaiety has flicked a spark

to illumine a free soul born 
for mask and mark, for outfits worn,
and who’d begun “woman”.—Hu(man?):
A free soul born to illumine.

Can you believe they all are one
(w(h)o)?man: human—and who’d begun
to truly glow—whom I perceive:
they all are one, can you believe?

Folded Promise

She wears rainbows in her almond curls
and paints her eyelids with green swirls.
Her cheeks blush with innocent pearls
Soft as her favourite fruit- strawberries.

Mascara wand in her fingers casts spells on me
her gaze a flicker between play and mystery.
She tangles the bedsheets, 
Spills glitter on pillows,
pouts for the mirror, 
practices smiles and chuckles
All a rehearsal for the girl she will never be.

Because 
Her cradle is still folded like a promise,
she borrows makeup from bags I never packed.
she wears outfits I never choose,
She twirls in mirrors I never hung.

She is my daughter in dreams.
and in dreams they grow like moonlight.

Hold The Applause

As a young child of five, 
I found myself in dance school.
It was a fun place to make new friends,
as we learned about dancing.
After a year of training,
we were ready for our big dance recital.
The exciting night finally came,
we were dressed in hot pink outfits.
Now it was our turn with music playing,
we marched out onto the huge stage.
Bright lights were on us,
as well as every eyeball from the many seats.
The lead girl froze in place like a statue,
so please "Hold The Applause."
I stepped in front of her,
and kept on dancing.
The other girls followed me,
as we danced across the huge stage. 
We finished our dance recital,
now we will take your applause.

she was outrageously glitzy and gaudy

She was purposefully brazen, garish and flashy
Daughter of Lee, who owned a haberdashery
Her outfits were razzle dazzle, glaringly loud
That’s my daughter, her daddy bragged to the crowd

People lined up to gawk to see what she would wear
Some of them made fun of her ensemble, but she did not care
Others yelled mean things to her – vulgar and tawdry
She loved being known as outrageous, glitzy and gaudy

Miss Bessy Cutesy Petootsie Teacher

Cutesy petootsie teacher with her hair so fine
The boys showed up every day in a line
The girls liked her too, she was a favorite all over school
One of the kindest teachers, and she was no fool

Her outfits were perfect, her hair the right kind of messy.
We called her Miss B, the principal called her Miss Bessy
She never missed a day, and we came every day too
The finest teacher I ever had since year preschool two

Rabbit Express Cult

I had heard about the new cult in town, the gray rabbit express
It was stated that the followers did not show much happiness
They dressed in gray outfits, dresses usually, and rabbit ears
What is your main concern? I asked the sheriff. What are your fears?

I wonder if these girls were abducted, you need to interview them.
at the gate I was turned around by guard dog named Flem.
knew what his name was because he had a sign on his collar, in blue.
I ran from this compound, feeling threatened, ‘tis true.

The girls did not attend public school, but they sometimes came to town.
never alone; their chaperone was close and always gave a frown.
I tried to speak to them a few times, but they ignored me and my voice.
I gave up finally, said the most aggressive interviewer in town, Mrs. Joyce.

I saw four of them on the street one day, walking in a solemn line.
I said good day and asked how they were, none of them said “fine”.
They ignored me as if I had not spoken at all, brainwashed maybe.
Soon joined by another cult chaperone, her lapel said McGee.

RACING

Bumper to bumper
As we race in convoy 
I and my brothers 
Double trafficator
The lights we give
We all riding on luxurious cars.

Racing to a nigga birthday 
We're on the highway 
Doing things in our own ways
Drip on drip, outfits very outstanding 
A lot of cash available to spend 
We're all living life on a low.

God has been faithful 
Never seize giving 
Even when we're misliving 
Steadily, always coming through 
When we're at our lowest 
So we can never lose, we're not boosting 
It's we, but on God our Father in heaven.

Cultural Ingeniousness

From field to photoshoot whiz
People has power showcasing beauty
Turn eyes to bulging wonder bees
That meets excellency in photography
Every culture has display its faces
From embroidery to color coding outfits
From pottery to exuding highlight dresses
From native musical instrument to its song hits
Reminds us the basic things of happiness
Lies in the preservation of our original mankind ingeniousness.

Queen Cat of Snapchat Fame

Queen Cat is a snapchat sensation
Ten million followers log into her site daily
To view her outfits and her headdresses
To see what she eats for lunch, dinner and supper
To view which friends have come over to dine

On Monday Queen Cat was dressed as a flapper
Tuesday she was a pirate queen, Wednesday a frog
This is Thursday; her site has not been updated yet
Millions of viewers are logged in, breathlessly waiting
They want to see her calendar

What are Queen Cat’s plans for today?
Queen Cat’s owner has quit her day job
Advertisers have turned her hobby into a career.
She has made over a million dollars with this site.
She logs in and begins posting photos.

skoolwear

Leeza, Lisa’s 14-year-old little sister, is anxious about the first day of school. She didn’t tell me that, I’m not sure 14-year-olds talk anymore.

Now that I’m almost 21, I can roll my eyes, like everyone else, and say, “Teenagers.”

Leeza’s a jingli, all-angles, taller than I am (when did THAT happen),
redhead who’s fast becoming a Lisa-like beauty.

School starts, for her, in 11 days and every piece of clothing she owns is draped across the furniture in her room, or the floor, as she organizes her skool outfits.

There’s a pile of rejected apparel in one corner - the outcasts -
and a stack of magazine cutouts showing the clothes she plans to buy.

I wondered into her room that afternoon and she watched
me suspiciously, like I might steal her nonexistent baby.

“These might go together,” I said, holding up a top and skirt as a combo.
She winced, involuntarily, as if exposed to something distasteful.

Apparently, I’m getting old and my teen-taste is attenuated or worse yet - past its expiration date.
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A song for this:
Houdini by Eminem [E]

be flamboyant

Be flamboyant live loud, show your beauty
To be yourself is your mantra, and your duty
Be as colorful as a male peacock, strut your stuff
Wear all kinds of outfits, make the jealous ones huff.
Show out as much as you want, there is only one you.
To keep all of this beauty inside would make anyone blue.

Afternoon

Hey, you’re looking kinda frigid 
Each step you take freezes the ground 
Let me warm you up by taking
You out for some warm coffee

It’ll be a sunny breezy afternoon 
Where the winds hit just right.
We playing a game of cards 
And showing our poker faces.

If you don’t want to go fast 
We can just slow down and 
Take some aesthetic pics of 
Our regal and cute dates.

I like to get straight to the point 
But you love to dance around it.
So let’s postpone that question 
And wear matching couple outfits.

Whatever we have won’t last long 
It’s crazy how we’re afraid to be alone
But want to keep what we got on the low 
We’re selfish the way we treat each other

It don’t matter cause
We just tryna have fun.

Pink

Love and romance
Embrace the trance. 
Caring and compassion radiate
Kindness and softness are compatriot
Playfulness and serenity thrive.
Pink brings warmth and healing to revive
Tranquility reaches its pinnacle.
It's a fallacy that pink makes one infantile.
With much fervour and excitement
Pink has a joyous incitement.
Do you now know why I give these pink outfits?
All these pink qualities are my gifts.

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