Short Dressed To The Nines Poems
Short Dressed To The Nines Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Dressed To The Nines by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Dressed To The Nines by length and keyword.
teaching her husband a lesson
gorgeous kind-hearted empathetic
motivated lady godiva
usually dressed to the nines
taught her husband a lesson
showing off what he was missing
to the ones he referred to as commoners...
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Categories:
dressed to the nines, history,
Form:
Light Verse
Red Sprite
Red sprite viewed on high.
A pilate’s surprised,
Rubs his weary eyes.
SHE’S dressed to the nines.
She’s MORE surprised to see him.
“Why isn’t he more down to earth?”
She asks herself.
Why would these earthlings arise
“Is it their pride?” She wonders....
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Categories:
dressed to the nines, flying,
Form:
Free verse
Winged Ones
Bustling old fella dashing biddly bop by dressed to the nines
with briefcase stuffed under his arm equipped with fixed maniacal grin jabbering to himself while confirming his expressions
to an equally jazzed and jaunty westie he calls Ralph trailing exuberantly behind
let's me know that there are actually still some living beings out there
to learn from...
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Categories:
dressed to the nines, dance,
Form:
Ballad
Beneath It All
Here walks a man
Dressed to the nines
Talking by hand
With a mouth full of sighs
Fingers in his pockets
Grasping wads of lint
Eyes rolling in their sockets
Torn socks in shoes looking mint
Trully impressive he is
While he struts down the road
Self-assured the strain of that smile of his
Will stay hidden within the fold
The truth this man
Remains but a mystery
His shiny facade a sham
Yet it does its job implicitly...
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Categories:
dressed to the nines, introspection, sad,
Form:
Rhyme
Nine
Nine, the number of innings in a baseball game
If you're on cloud nine, it's happiness you proclaim
Everything included means you want the whole nine yards
Nine judges on the supreme court act like retards
In nine months a baby emerges from the womb
A cat has nine lives is what we assume
If you're dressed to the nines, then you're fine
A standard work day will usually begin at nine
All entries in this contest must have nine lines...
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Categories:
dressed to the nines, adventure,
Form:
Free verse
Textile Arts; Fashion Design
Textile Arts/Fashion Design
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...
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Categories:
dressed to the nines, fashion,
Form:
Monorhyme
MAMAs AT THE SHORE
They call it pancake ice.
Flipping our minds.
Imagine the river
as maple syrup.
Mama’s at the shore
in an old-fashioned apron,
smiling, waiting
to see if we feast
on all the pancakes.
That is when we know
it is Spring, and
I see her again
dressed to the nines.
I can reach out
and talk to her
and we can talk
of days gone by,
like when Dad cried
for months at a time.
He comes to her
in the pancake boat.
Dad says her lips
taste like maple syrup
…and forever.
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Categories:
dressed to the nines, food, grief, happiness, seasons,
Form:
Free verse
Jealous of Mr and Mrs Meow the 16th
mr and mrs merlin meow the sixteenth were on the brink
of letting Kansas City High Society know what they think.
the star put their photo on the front page with a link.
each of them dressed to the nines, holding their favorite drink.
those two do not think that their prissy litter boxes stink!
sniffed their gardener, a put-upon python wearing bright pink.
look at her, she’s such a back-stabber, a gossip, a fink!
yelled his wife Priscilla, with a sassy sashay and a slippery slink....
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Categories:
dressed to the nines, 10th grade, 11th grade, 12th grade, 7th
Form:
Monorhyme
Smoking
jewelry and make up
give us glamor
cigaretts and smoke
drink and laughter
how distinguished we look
with ciggy in claws
blowing smoke into faces
waiting for applause
just for effect
you pucker and blow
and the other half of the smoke
comes out your nose
who care where it goes
in the air or in your clothes
what you smell like
you may never know
dressed to the nines
and doing just fine
running out of cigarettes
the last thing on your mind
(This is where you come in)...
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Categories:
dressed to the nines, chocolate,
Form:
I do not know?