Short Apparel Poems

Short Apparel Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Apparel by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Apparel by length and keyword.


Iconic Apparel

C-herish 
Y-our 
N-ew 
T-shirt 
H-aving 
I-conic 
A-pparel 

Topic: Poetess (Cynthia Buhain Baello) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Form: Acrostic


The Second City

What comes through a pistol barrel
May make holes in your apparel
But it could be worse ....
You won't need an hearse
If the next shot makes you sterile!
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Oh Carol

On Christmas Eve, Oh Carol! Put on risqué apparel - Santa and elves in eyeball thwack, A little drummer boy in shock! December 26, 2021
Form: Rhyme

Always Be Bottom of Barrel

small animal feral
always be bottom of barrel
some who are sterile
wear weird apparel
named Cheryl or Carol
named Darrel or Harold
named Merrill or Jerald
© James Horn  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Haiku

Premium Member Chirpy Squirrel

 
in grey apparel scampers trees, skilled acrobat~ furry and frisky Jan.2. 2022 Squirrel Haiku Poetry Contest Robert James Ligouri
Form: Haiku


Premium Member Visionaries

      Anyone with two eyes can see
        especially gents who look at knees
     
      The apparel aisle labeled ‘Party Dress’
        should be renamed ‘Partly Dressed’
Form: Couplet

Premium Member Dead Drunk

I heard of a lady named Carol, Whose hubby’s interred in a barrel, He died due to drinking, So it was her thinking, He’d adore his final apparel! 07/27/21
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Seasoned Apparel

seasoned apparel fall has picturesque donning and winter dress in unembellished whites 2019 November 05 *3rd Place* A late Fall or Early Winter Haiku ~~Tania Kitchin
Form: Haiku

Premium Member Bumbershoot

I collapse when the weather is bright and sunny
When I am needed, I am nowhere to be found,
On a rainy day I am always pointing to the sky
Without me someone’s going to get drowned.

written October 6, 2021

Premium Member Don You Now Your Flu Apparel

There was a polite llama from Peru
        Who encountered a wild boar with the flu
           Llama said, 'Please don your mask
           If it's not too much to ask'
        The boar sneered, 'I'll be hog-tied if I do'
Form: Limerick

My Perception of Heaven

I stand-no float-then fly and am draped in spiritual apparel 
Angelic escort then seated at the foot of God’s thrown
Upon a golden marble slate all stand and give choral 
Praising God, giving thanks, glory, and honor am prone
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Oh Beer Me

There once was a brewer named Darryl Who when working wore such odd apparel He’d remove all his clothes Saying ‘I don’t need those’ And prance naked all day in a barrel Jan Allison 10th April 2016
Form: Limerick

My Latent Echo

from unseen activeness of soul!
from a wise thought!
from insane excitement
by the ink
on the white apparel of plain paper 
the sound is coming as speech 
wrapping everything
it’s my bared poem


-December 04, 2018 Chattogram

Sanctuary Necessary

Camouflage afoot
hooves trembling
don't stay put
run aground disassembling
hurry shroud apparel
fortress in view
departure from the barrel
exemption you blew
woe
go



* It's hunting season, so I thought I would write about the poor deer :(
Form: Rhyme

Ed Wood

not wearing
stockings
on my legs
or my face

im not cross
dressing
or even
thinking

of stalking
or wearing
women's
apparel

and yet i find
i'm writing
this poem
so where's

my mind 
at or on
Planet 9
lost in an

angora
tree 
covered
wood
Form:

Santa Apparel

Santa Apparel

Once found myself over a barrel
Did decide to sing Christmas Carol
Have heard if you love to be living
God said you should start giving
Learned how to wear Santa apparel.

Interesting. Limerick of course.

What type of poem do you call this?  Jim Horn
© James Horn  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Deadly Appearal

Deadly Apparel My shadow wears Jacket shoes hat His hair is like fire blazing red selfish desired My shadow is a devil Grows red dooms breaths he follows me ever close he walks beside me
6/30/20 WRITTEN WORDS BY James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©

Theater For Thoughts

‘Tis they who are fabulists:
The Fakers-to-be who are not
And the Fakers-not-to-be who are.
‘Tis they who employ language
As theaters for thoughts
Composing black apparel
To sheathe the naked corpse
Of the often too black Truth.
‘Tis they with the organized souls
Who are fabulists.
Form: Verse

Premium Member CATS MEOW DOGS BOW-WOW COWS MOO-

She was the cat’s meow
But yet she cried bow-wow
Bow-wow-meow is the place I drink milk moo-moo 
Not mine skirt apparel I’m the ballerina in the tutu
Whom am I to cry out, when in my throat I shout NOW



11/17/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Unclothed Thoughts

It is good to have been where you speak
     For the journey that molds your ideas
          Provides the apparel for your thoughts
               Unclothed thoughts reveal a barren mind.

written October 7, 2021
"BITE SIZE POETRY NO. 23" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Line Gauthier

Premium Member Sadden I Need Endearing Encouragement

Endearing Encouragement
I am so sadden
I dress in black grey apparel
I need encouragement, hope
I am related to not promised minority
I vacation in the valley of death
My job is despairing
I desire Redemption and pairing hope

10/27/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
LAMENT poem type

Premium Member Shadow's Dark Apparel

Shadow's Dark Apparel

My shadow wears
A slaw sunlight rain falls
cloak’s darkness
raincoat
His hair is like matted cotton
hair as natural as a desert bush
my shadow is a cotton field
being rain on moist sticky
gummy blooms bushy
pearl white as the clouds

10/27/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©

Over a Barrel Horn Limerick

Over A Barrel Horn Limerick

Once had been over a barrel
Did decide to sing Christmas Carol
Heard that best way to be living
Is learn from God art of giving
How to start wearing Santa apparel.

James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet


http://www.poetrysoup.com/poets/top_100_poets_most_poems_all_time.aspx
© James Horn  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

Playing the Game

Tottenham had no spine today
Often blitzed, without apparent apparel 
Maybe too many stogie's behind the training shed
Figures of lampoon
How they fail
in the April of decline
Captain said the performance
was not good enough
The Cockerel has relented to Play
There's no vitality going forward
and the back four, butter by default

Premium Member Owl Tree

Owl tree
Dressed in American apparel 
Cross your heart
For the butterfly national anthem
They melt in the static
Like snowflakes
And stars slowly blink out
A physical embodiment of dreams
But I'm chasing cats
Clawing the owl tree
The lake here was shallow
But got deeper
Due to melting snowflakes
Given time
The owl tree will fall

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