Short Seamstresses Poems
Short Seamstresses Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Seamstresses by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Seamstresses by length and keyword.
Smoke on the water or dust in the wind,
Rain has been purple since innocence sinned.
The levee is dry and the spirit retired,
But song-writing seamstresses still seem inspired.
Tiny protection for
Those seamstresses ' small fingers.
Thimbles come in sizes.
Test the samples, ladies
Thoughtfully get right fit.
Thrust on embroiderers.
Threads will become great art!
find me here
in
this
concrete form
delusionally real
sinking into seams
seamstresses seaming
what has been stitched
in
me
needle to flesh
she has stolen
my
breath
find me here my dear
find me here
your arms are my addiction
your love opens the shore
find me here
in
the
sand
sinking for more
anchored by this concrete form
find me here
?
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
All the King’s horses and all the King’s men,
Couldn’t put Humpty together again.
The Queen’s seamstresses they tried to sew,
The footman with glue he had a go,
Even the gardener tried, with horse poo!
The wizard attempted, with something taboo.
In the end, it was over; the Priest had to pray
And Henri the chef made them all a soufflé!
Sister Susie sewed so many shirts for soldiers,
She sometimes suffered serious SSD.
That’s sewing stress disorder, so stressed out Susie says;
Something seamstresses all suffer from you see.
So sixty shirtless soldiers stood shivering in the snow,
While sewer Susie stopped and took a rest.
One sympathetic soldier, sad at sister Susie’s stress,
Sent Sue a saucy snapshot, standing shyly in his vest
maybe
my purpose
was
to break
necks
twig
me
i
am
was
i
am
is me
sobriety leans
towers to peace
lighthouses tree
bark from me
scrap dogs
crumb me
love me
of me
no
no
no
look up
heart attacks
give to break
breaking breaths
stitches on my me
sewn through sleeves
seamstresses seamstressing
seamstressed
stressed
broke
neck
why
am
i
wonder wonder
wonder duck duck
goose
purposes my maybe
furr purses my baby
tick an a tic tock
?
Empty the prisons
let felons roam free
get rid of the police
disarm the peeps
catastrophic experiments
at the expense of citizens
crime sky high
riots are America's new pastime
the great purge has begun, folks
twenty-four -seven-three sixty-five-
Heaven has to hire more security
Saint Peter's gate has become unruly
angels are twitchy, armed to the wing
the seamstresses are growing fatigued
they're quickly running out of string
heaven's prisons are quickly filling up