Short Bodice Poems
Short Bodice Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Bodice by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Bodice by length and keyword.
The starlet wore a cutaway gown
The bodice somewhat non-existent
When asked who she was wearing
She said, "Myself, for I am preparing,
Should this acting gig turn out minor
I plan to be a world-class designer.
written July 28, 2021
Driven mad by all this pulling-
Tearing me limb from limb!
Who do you think you are fooling?
Ah, this feeling- great and grim!
Grieving Goddess fits the bodice,
And embodies my Despair.
At this Tug of War- am no novice...
(Oh! All the Hurt I can't repair!)
A page turns in a bodice-ripping book.
Ladies wanting to escape
into a different romance
from their snoring spouse
read in bed,
it is then
when heads hit pillows,
that libidos takes flight
female tingles;
a thrilling novel,
a body
to be read only at night.
In flowing skirt and bodice tight,
this angel wears her hair in curls,
a whispered goodbye to the night
just as the dawning light unfurls.
The cemetery gate thrown wide,
she gives her blessing soft and low,
then disappears on mornings tide,
to where -- no one but God can know.
gypsy girl flowing in a flash of red skirt
her glazed bodice in breeze of bluebells
In fountain of rejoice, wild rapacious flirt
crystal lapis lazuli , my fortune she tells
"you'll soon fall in love and gonna get hurt"
In a sherbet dream, my cheerful heart yells.
14th April 2020
under the tall mushrooms', in the day of gloom
I carried my fork and broom to run of the chick a boom
from my whom; darn morning sickness, that dragon's zoom kiss
as he reminisce and baked a swiss brownie bodice
as the cat in the tree miss a hiss and a p i. s... s... : )
9/7/2021
Nonsense Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: charles messina
She inhales the aurora,
breath laced with frozen with light speed
Pulsar fingers stretch through cirrus gauze,
her bodice bending like solar flares.
Astronaut
A quasar shudders behind her lips,
erupting across the event horizon.
Space folds—
she unspools like a nebula unraveling,
luminous in the underworld
aphrodisiac of your vanilla fragrance
Be still my heart, my eyes behold
Beauty like never seen,
Expressions I cannot withhold
Straight from Vogue magazine.
Her raven hair flows down
The bodice of her gown
Beneath a pouty frown,
I must depart,
Be still my heart.
FIRST PLACE WINNER
written August 31, 2021
for "Quietus-August 2021" Contest
sponsored by Unseeking Seeker
[syllables verified by PS]
Could tell by shape of her bodice
That she had to be a goddess
Around angelic head saw each light
Sure was such a pretty sight.
When I would nibble oh her ear
She always know that I was near
Her beauty you could never miss
Was remiss when her would kiss.
Adorable always in every shape and form
In me created such a surging storm
Last thing I remember about her was when
Had kissed her and she left me again
Jim Horn
Descending down the spiral stairs
Everyone look up and stare
Hair cascading unto her shoulders
Site of flesh on a slit tighter
She wore a flush of rosy red
A necklace graze the throat
The bodice hugs the hips
The heels clicks with each step
She converse with eloquence
Moving with checked elegance
Each word marks intelligence
A symbol of controlled temperance
by: olive_eloi
6:34pm
01/19/2014
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Blaring lights of glaring savauge,
Gaudy surmise ceased to suprise
Light of darkness, sun to the sky,
In sight to sanitise the tear of thy eye
Unswept and wept 'pon broken bodice,
Wept and kept and hounded the goddess
Fanned the fawn of cauterised fallace,
Hell of cold, unearthly palace
Chaste and torn chest of satis,
Man to maid and hound of malice
Seam to see unravel of ravage,
Goddess to test the fondest of savage.
Merman in a tide pool
Mermaid of my mind
Gallup me unicorn
Center my centaur
Mysticism in myth
Is it real?
Not now, but maybe before
Once a unicorn
Today I canter
Towards my destiny
Now a maiden
Washing her hate away
In the waves
Roll me tight, ocean ******
Salvation is in your frolic
Saturate my satin bodice
Salt me in your water
I, in your liquid folds
You, Mother Ocean an envelope
of movement
Crade me to serenity
tag, you're it, again.
you're it, i quit, i'm giving in.
it's easy to call me goddess
while you're peeling off my bodice,
but will i still be ethereal
after you have had your fill?
tag, i'm it, you got me again
running cicles in the hole
you left me in when
you went out on your own
to "just meet a friend"
i don't care if you're back.
not that much, anyway.
this time around i feel the difference.
this time i won't beg you to stay.
The Fashion Show
I took pattern making autumns ago
I measured and cut a bodice to sew
A vintage cocktail dress trimmed with mojo
Louie Fifteen Courts would never forgo
I’m dressed to the nines and nowhere to go
Aha, of course, there’s a chic fashion show
It’s a full house, the theme: “Haute Escato”
Awed by the finale I yell bravo!
Home watching YouTube, with chips and merlot
MIDSUMMER
I would fell the tallest tree
For a single leaf for thee
To fold into your golden hair
Of flaxen wheat, midsummer's fair
I would capture flowers free
Imbued with rain beguiled the sea
Bequeath their bouquet rich and rare
Alight your bodice pure and bare
I would rouse the stars above
To spill their light for thee my love
So eyes may see spite darkness dare
Blind the truth your side I share
If just this spell your heart should please
Walk with me, midsummer's fair
The pattern maker measures his guest
neck, shoulders chest, and breast,
arms, back, wrist, waist, hips,
pivots for darts on a block bodice
drafts designer dupe requested
a choice rose-beige mini is invested
on paper made of parchment
a muslin fabric fit first garment
The dressmaker sews the formal
zig zags seam ends, snips as normal
finishing floral, attaching appliques,
the courtier knock off is complete
I get out the chips and merlot
It’s time for the fashion show
Surreal beauty fit to fly.
Pearly teeth, oozing lies.
Dark mane casts ethereal frame.
Deep blue views of sinister flames.
Transient bodice, eager flight.
Others upon, she bestows the sight.
Lying beauty unadorned.
Dark addiction, newly horned.
Gentle hand, cloying chest.
Upon hole, within loss rest.
Flaying flesh from bone.
A dying wish of an inherent crone.
Hole, which inner heart was bore.
Afore gaucherie did so gore.
Lying inert and naked on the floor.
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