Short Doilies Poems
Short Doilies Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Doilies by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Doilies by length and keyword.
She is doilies, lace and class
I am leather, oak and brass
But when she slips her hand in mine
Together, we are gold refined.
Nearly everything ends up
in a flea market
much loved treasures
end in a new home
someone's loss
is someone's gain
my parents like
will never come again.
natures lace doilies
silently they fall ~ her gift
a white crocheted shawl
Written 28th December 2020
Syllables Per Line: 5 7 5
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lavender umbrellas
floral teacups
fancy china plates
muffled conversations
dainty berry scones
crisp white doilies
shy looks
wedge of brie
cucumber sandwiches
tiny titters
chocolate truffles
crisp linen tablecloths
caramel lattes
fragrance of the gods
Paris Cafe
May day baskets
Created with crisp doilies
Designed by excited giggling children
Filled with wrapped candies and popcorn
Left on porches
Hear those running feet?
The best part is not being caught after you ring the doorbell
May first
May day
A childhood tradition that puts a smile on my face
The new owners
marveled at the
long forgotten perky mini doilies
with their dainty white petals
two layers of weeds away
from soft pink hollyhocks
hidden for forty years
alongside the forgotten abandoned barn
a human had probably not seen
any of these dainty delights since the eighties
when the farm was lost by the family
to bankruptcy
The paws of a dog, the sun in the sky
An outlaw's tale, the grief of life
The dirt under my feet, the emptiness of space
The lace of my nightshirt, the soft pink hue
Ribbons and frills and doilies
Angels with wings of white soft down
How can I pick one
When both are home
How can I fit in
When no one else seems to wonder
What life would be like
As the cowboy or the princess
Miss Gladys befriended me at church
Invited me to her house for rose tea
Her table was exquisitely set with lace and doilies
Embroidered napkins, and beautiful flowers
She put out the most gorgeous peacock tea cups
I had no idea how to sip between peacock’s head and tail.
Miss Gladys laughed at my consternation
Brought out her every day cups with a tray of cookies
I was immensely relieved
March enthralls
twirling like sweet air,
with each puff
stringed boughs wake
on embroidered trellises--
trimmed by russet tips
while moon drifts,
gale spills fragrant mint
and bright dew,
touching skin
of blossoms charmed , as petals
encircle a dance
through wind's chimes
fresh blooms tip ballet
down wet lanes,
flaunting hues
dyed in spring's velvet doilies--
casting season's spell!
First Place
January around the corner
Once again
I blink my eyes
It has been replaced by February
Will I still be here by March?
Is this my last summer?
I am not getting younger
There is no fountain of youth
My classmates are dying off daily
Hourly, every minute
Of course they are! I tell my twin sister
This is normal; we are 72 years
February, the month of valentines
I decorate my box with stickers and lace doilies
Wise enough to enjoy it
Oh, I've dreamt of the crystalline morn
where the tinkle of ice melts, as the day's born.
In my sleep I've seen the lilac boughs dipped
in ice like egg white upon each buds tip.
Panes of glass with frost with doilies adorned
each melt in the sun, their passing is mourned.
As I rise, I see my dream's come to pass...
I stare from beneath down out through the glass.
Such is the magic of Winter's white days
when all of nature is a frosted bright glaze.
Back in the day we had a maypole on May Day
We created May baskets out of doilies and construction paper
I loved adding bits of ribbon, aluminum foil and glitter.
We decorated them like Valentines boxes.
Filled them with tiny candies popcorn and violets.
It was fantastically fabulous, and I loved it!
Why did I have maypoles and May baskets?
Was it because I lived in a small town? Was it because of my mother?
Was it because we knew all of our neighbors back in the day?
Queen Anne
Dainty Doilies
Peppering the meadow
Wild and free along the roadside
Keeping the secrets of poison ivy
She is mysteriously wise
Twinkling and glittering
Her white magic
Queen Anne