Short Wardrobe Poems
Short Wardrobe Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Wardrobe by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Wardrobe by length and keyword.
Calories are the little buggers that get into your wardrobe at night
and sew your clothes tighter. My closet's infested with these parasites.
Window Shopping"
The scarlet maple
Adorns its fall dress
It lives naked in winter,
Dormant...
She will shop in spring,
For wardrobe anew.
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There was an old tranny named Joe
who dressed as a nun and a who',
both sides of the Bible,
both sacred and tribal,
he didn't know which way to go!
There was an old tranny named Joe
who dressed as a nun and a 'ho',
both sides of the Bible,
both sacred and tribal,
he didn't know which way to go!
There was an old tranny named Joe
who dressed as a nun and a ho',
both sides of the Bible,
both sacred and tribal,
he didn't know which way to go!
Rick was an ineptly clad lad
whose wardrobe was shockingly bad.
The he got a sweetheart
with taste like a fine art
who converted him from plain to plaid.
A beacon of fire set in our sky
sends its rays our way
Warmth for our bodies, light for our souls
autumn’s wardrobe extolled
Rasputin had to order a new robe,
To increase his depleted wardrobe,
He thought pink would look nice
But he should've thought twice,
His followers left in a drove.
Wardrobe malfunction for Robin,
resorting to needle and bobbin ~
mishap happened behind a church
leaving Batman high in a lurch.
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Wardrobe malfunction…circus seamstress needs sacking ~ Quick … send in the clowns!
Bare breasts are on show ~ cheeks match her red hair ~snow white steed to the rescue!
What a poor dateless chap was young Chad.
Dumpster fires were the clothes that he had.
Pants that hung in the back
showed the world his azz-crack
and not one single shirt wasn’t plaid.
This tale of a child's dream,
Things are not all they seem-
An allegory in simple code
A parable dressed in modern mode
Of lion,witch and wardrobe.
CS Lewis/Walt Disney Narnia Chronicles
The Wardrobe.
shrine of memories,
disguise dressing room...
Guards my life
daily,
festive,
funeral...
Each outfit a character....
A cross-dressing artist,
but never repository
of me... naked... natural!
Big busty Bertha was at the business luncheon,
with everyone talking business and munching,
suddenly she let out a big sneeze,
everyone thought it was a striptease,
when in fact it was just a wardrobe malfunction.
Oh my, I'm suffering from wind
I just wish my body would rescind
For my quilt I do probe
It's on top of my wardrobe
Out of reach and totally pinned
.
Inspired by Jan Allison's Poem 'The Real Gods of Wind'
The kitchen's disinfected, the worktops squeaky clean,
The laundry's in the wardrobe and nothing's left in the machine.
The crockery is washed and dry, it's stacked in cupboards, looking neat.
There's just one nagging problem, I've got nothing left to eat!
I was a joke in their slam books
Until a new wardrobe changed my looks
The cool kids called me “pretty ugly”
Now I’m Homecoming royalty
I was a nerd in the eighth grade
Now I’m the it girl in a parade
Waving to the whole neighborhood
Triumph boiling in my blood
Transform your smile
Luscious lips
Youthful looking skin instantly
How to get your man to want you again
Ten steps to a better sex life
What your man thinks of your wardrobe
Great abs in just 10 minutes a day
How to lose 20 pounds in a month
Vanity…fair!
Or
Not.
Is that my brains
Splattered on your shirt?
Tell me, if you will...
Did that hurt?
See, I never had much use
for them anyway,
All they did...
Was get in the way...
Nice color at that....
Kind'a maybe a new style....
Brain covered wardrobe
With shorts of bile!
The Pink Panther it's just timeless
Gallant and brave without any stress
His wardrobe is monotonous and girly
The intro music is jazzy and popularly
I have been waiting without knowing,
my breath curled like a child
in the wardrobe of my lungs.
I have been waiting,
my hands resting idly on doorknobs, windowsills,
on the blankets of a bed still made,
staring at the bright, young globe of the sun,
staring without hope.
I see my son’s framed
heartbeat, while the gold
mirror reflects the
walk-in wardrobe, as~
nightlights kiss white sheets…
I am tied to
the memories~
longing sunsets,
lost…daydreaming.
As wind and
waves merge, I
hear crickets,
balmy
roses,
mint…
Less
I dressed to impress
But I felt less
You see I attracted
The senseless
Who thought I
was
Worthless
My wardrobe was endless
But they were
merciless
So
regardless
I threw it all away.
Including their
opinions
And became priceless
Cloth-less
Naked
By Pskips
Gold bedazzled leaves rimmed in crimson
Squirrels, bunnies forage for acorns and berries
Crisp air beckons to don a favorite sweater or fleece
Children lament shorter days and homework soon
Sights, smells, attitudes beckon us
As nature changes her wardrobe
Jeff Eklund
Autumn Colors
8/13/2012
For 99 nights I gave to you 99 kisses
I saved Kiss 100 for the new day to come
But you left in a hurry and through confusion
I forgot it locked within my heart
Than I placed it in my wardrobe
Awaiting a new dawn
I know
When you will come
That kiss will stick to you
Just like the Kiss of the Sun …
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