Short Skirt Poems
Short Skirt Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Skirt by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Skirt by length and keyword.
i set on the beach
i watch each
of those pass in by
i kept a close eye
tho that set in the dirt
whereing
MINI SKIRT
Form:
A ladies' man named Winston MacWilt
pursued many women to the hilt.
He eyed every skirt
ever ready to flirt.
But he died touching a Scot in a kilt.
She whirls
Her silky skirts
SHIMMERING...
Soft
s u s p e n d i n g
~~kisses~~
Turns
Into a
PuLsAtInG
Love-wrapped-in-delicious-desire
DANCE
Some times I may want to flirt,
some times I like to play in the dirt.
I could be right,
or is it plain just out of sight?
Please don't look under my skirt.
Sarina bought a hula-hula skirt
Was so long it swept up the garden dirt
When she mowed the lawn
Her hula was shorn
Now poor Sarina is known as Flirt Girt.
Blurt and Issue Did Skirt
Out many bad words had to blurt;
After finished feelings would hurt;
Orange hair blond,
He had to abscond;
So each issue he is sure to skirt.
Jim Horn
A fellow from the south of South Africa
Waltzed around in a skirt made of taffeta
Some thought he was strange
With his long curly mane
A lump in his skirt proved him male to the maxima
Once entered a talent show just for beginners
It was obvious from the start that I was a winner
Sang Mary had a little lamb
Showed how talented this guy am
Wearing a cute little skirt which made me look slimmer
© Jack Ellison 2015
Here’s a thought that could be pursued
For the Scotts who would be tattooed
It is the new fad
To ink a kilt that's plaid
Around parts not normally viewed
Author's note: Thanks to Kelly in Old Town's (Va) restaurant for the inspiration. You are a fantastic server.
Flying away as feathers is her smiling skirt
Blouse flaps itself as eagle wings in windy sky
Her legs tantalizing gazers as ripe sugar cane
With the eyes squinting as vale blue berries
And the hair like peeling off Sahara waste
Pelt men as horses in a poorly shot movie
Form:
She strutted in a peach lace skirt,
Engaged in conversation.
Her legs were bare for temps were warm –
From tights, a liberation!
It brought me back to younger years –
That breeziness and hope,
When sunny days held promises
Which left no time to mope.
Her office beckoned, I was sure
But there’d be time to flirt,
For how could anyone resist
That brand-new peach lace skirt?
My mother had three magazines coming monthly in the sixties.
Women’s Day, Redbook and Ladies Home Journal.
American Girl Magazine made its debut, and she bought if for us.
My twin and I.
I remember thinking “who dresses like this?”
With the first edition.
By the third month I had to have white go go boots.
And a short plaid skirt.
But of course, living with my mother, it was never short enough.
I'll try my best
but
what if
I don't ever look like those photos
that you like to repost so much?
I see them
and
my insides
begin to rot
and my
insides
are all
I've got
will you see me
and then
hate me
for not being so
flawless
Will you abandon me?
let the rot
that is inside me
seethe out?
I think
I want
to
decay
What do I see,
you are looking back at me.
In my youth wearing a top of pink polka dots,
with a skirt of green and orange fabric knots.
As I looked-I laughed until I cried,
every time the wilderness mirrors walk by.
These very old mirrors are such a thrill,
they love my fashion wear even if it is over the hill.
The years have gone by,
now I am old and that is not a lie.
This wilderness of mirrors hangs high,
no more catching my youthful eye.
guitar strangs man!
we heard the strang's of delgrin
and were beamed otta our seat's
it's like booty-booty bomb sh4t!
I mean the bassy grooves and the lyrics
they hit me like a stereo!
swing dos' hips and get a grip
on some real good loving!
singles and swingers, baby what's for dinner
cause dessert is you !
I mean like who's got the answer
when the question is wrong
laid back getting squirt's from the boss type
loving!
greasy fanga's gal show!
groovy bassy funk!