Silks Poems | Examples

Adrienne

Snoopy, kewpie, Barbie, Ken,
Chicken-licken, Hen-len,
Can’t compete with Adrienne.

Andrew Jackson, William Penn?
“Bolero”, “Arthur”, “Tarzan”, “Ten”?
Not a patch on Adrienne.

My Adrienne’s a honey:
She’s witty, pretty, funny:
looks great in silks and satins
and mixes mean Manhattans.

Tagus, Tiber, Severn, Seine,
zloty, sous, sestertii, yen -
I prefer my Adrienne.

Armstrong, Aldrin, Colonel Glenn?
Zoroaster? Zion? Zen?
Think I’ll stick with Adrienne!

How Much Must I Own

How much must I own to be free—
A ring of gold, a single key?
The stars are mine each cloudless night,
The wind is mine in silent flight.

I do not ask for halls of stone,
Nor call a crowded place my own;
A quiet room, a skyward tree,
And that, I think, is wealth to me.

The sea has never asked for more
Than moonlight touching its pale shore,
And birds that nest in eaves at dawn
Know nothing rich but being drawn.

Let others count their silks and land,
I'll take a candle in my hand—
A song to sing, a soul to keep,
A place to cry, a place to sleep.
And someone’s name I softly say
Before the dark takes me away.

Why Do Ghost's Wear Clothes

I passed the elm at eventide,
Its arms were bare, its breath was wide,
And there beneath the twilight sky 
I thought I saw a woman roam.

Her gown was thin as woven mist,
A memory the dark had kissed;
No rustle made, no shadow cast—
She moved as moonlight through the grass.

Do ghosts wear gowns like we once wore,
With hems that brush the oaken floor?
Do buttons cling and silks remain
When souls have slipped the cords of life?

Perhaps they wear what dreams devise—
Not stitched by hand, but born of skies.
A shawl of dusk, a veil of rain,
The hush of snow against the pane.

She turned to me but made no sound,
And yet my heart was loosely bound—
By what, I cannot quite define:
A lace of loss, a thread of time.

If ghosts wear clothes, they must be spun
From things undone, from lives begun.

the invisible threshhold

the invisible threshold
i shall not hide
i shall not die
in fervors demeanors
mis-contraception
dedicate that grammar
under sheets i halt breads
nervous

nervous is samsara
the apprehension of sorrow
end sowing of silks
cursiffs
i am also finnish
regalitry and conformity
i thee web
backstrokes towards mercy
another strings pluck
without and gaunt
she labeled and i shrunk

guilded rembrandts
dethroned liberation
my carpentry
and my stones
cementing fences
learning tones

all as duty
and none as before

once again known breach
sand shall never relent
the shore is not bright
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THE ROSE OF VELVET TIME

On the dim lit streets of New York town
You danced for uncrowned kings
The whiskey harsh upon your lips
With eyes that could not see

And I'd await by the ocean's shore
With the horses tethered fast
For dawn would draw you homeward
From each exotic dance

You sought for what M'lady
While youth a withered vine
I had but love to give you
The rose of velvet time

In silks and pleasure lay your dreams
As stone became your heart
And I rode fast upon the winds
But your voice bade me come back

So life remained until the morn
When the music lost all rhyme
A sad goodbye upon the grave
The rose of velvet time

the love of my life

I surf through the silks
of his opium essence
swathed in moon-swept sparks
for this love stirs in silence
a verse sealed with fervent flares

Beautiful in Name

Omoge Ewa, bi oruko re tiri beni oju re tiri.
This name of yours is a true validation of how the creator has creatively created you.

Skin smooth and sleek like the finest of silks.
Eyes so precise with no excess or insufficience.

Your smiles? gosh,
 the most beautiful sight that debunks the  priceless view of sunset.

Your walk and carriage; 
so feminine and elegant.

You're a beauty that delights men of various sizes and heights.
Orekelewa omoge ewa, let this valentine be ours for the loving.

Rococo Seduction

O lady, banish my monochrome days
and weave your coppery threads into
a dim red florescence of coyote words;
There you stand draped in beige chiffon

against the Tomistic piety of a striptease sea
continuously playing with creamy pastels,
O lady, gallantly unleash your plump cherubs
and licentious cats with that Guerlain

je-ne-sais-quoi witchery of your vanilla
perfume darts; throw a rain-soaked
dusty rose like Madame Pompadour,
I am flying into the sugary abyss of setting suns,

My whole world is tinted in Bouchet’s
Prussian blue and silks of flickering coral
as the dragons keep fighting in the heavens
to bring us April showers and champagne pearls.

The Emperor Auctions off his Clothes

Come one, come all, to the grand affair!
The emperor sells his finest robes bare!
After a child called out: "He has no clothes"
What would the crowd bid for those?

The emperor beamed, modelling his finest gown.
Woven in gold thread, with jewels all around.
Silks and satins, woven with skill in fancy seams,
To be auctioned off, as the suit of his dreams.

The crowd cheered, adoring his gall and pride,
While hiding their giggles and snickers aside.
“Such courage!” they cried with a mischievous grin,
To auction off his birthday suit he was born in!

The auctioneer cried: "Now come on what is bid"
For the world finest, in invisible clothes hid.
For these Emperor clothes are fit for a King!
Who knows what fame and fortune they will bring?

The room ignited, the bidding went wild,
As emperor posed, smiled; he was so beguiled!
"Sold!" cried the auctioneer, banging his hammer,
To the nudist, wearing his pride with such glamour.

A Golden Kiss

I Form - Imagism 9-18-24 6-20 lines
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A Golden Kiss

Summer bows out and leaves a golden kiss
 Maize dozes in mellow aster afternoons
 Orange glows on future jack-o-lanterns
 Multicolor bumpy gourds ride snaking vines
 Yellow corn silks dance like razzle dazzles
 Apples drink in the fading crimson sun
 Sunflowers sigh -autumn storms breach the sky
 Geese with twilight on their wings see new stars
 Ruby gems of cranberries swim in bogs
 Purple grapes soak in the warmth for harvest
 Twirling leaves leave frosty lace skeletons
 Fuzzy bees bid adieu to yellow days
 Tawny acorns shiver in the cold nights
Fall wears an amber blush of jubilee.

Washing Line

The Washing Line

Sit in a chair and watch the washing line
You see the world hanging there
Egyptian cotton
Chinese silks
Waving amongst your underwear

Pull the thread

Pulling the thread - Dominique Smith 

Go a head ,Do it. You can, no one has to know. You could keep it to yourself, so go on. Make yourself pull that thread, What would happen? Would the world implode? Would your garments become fragile? Would the game become more specific? 

Have a good time, pull the thread. Make life easier. Good morning, pull the thread. Now, break the strings intertwined with the shackles on your emotional performance. There right there pull the thread. Peel back the scab, Fogged head. Calm the purple skies of clothed hatred. The thread is loosening, pull it. Your embarrassment will be hidden. But what will happen?

Moths have come and taken interest, Gnats would be spread. The old will rewash the silks and the cotton, The new will become filth and serve as a carrier for hate.

Love-Hate

you put your silks and satins 
in me, a darkened abattoir
I see your pain, a summer crisis
staring sometimes for minutes
it's a love hate relationship
it's a love hate hall of mirrors
lost in dirty bone catacombs
I wait for your return

Trying to Give Her a Hint

What do think of Gay Pheasant, the Lord, she asked me.
Meg had apparently invited him to her afternoon tea.
He is a bit persnickety and prissy I said to my cousin.
Meg is always being sought by suiters, sometimes a dozen.

He seems to like me Meg told me, I can kind of tell.
I could see that she did not know him at all well.
He likes his male companions the best, I said.
Meg did not get the picture, was she right in the head?

He dresses so fancy in brocades, silks, and satins too.
I think we would be such a sweet couple, don’t you?
He seems to best get along with our cousin Boy Sue.
If that was not the best hint, then what else could I do?

Unconditional Love

Our journey through life has just begun
Your beauty stands alone to be challenged by no one
You give me the confidence and wisdom to face each day
My mind fills up with rays of joy surely stay
She is the lady I've always dreamed of
Flowing from your heart is unconditional love
Comforting warmth captures me when I am cold
Locked into an embrace filled with passion about to unfold
If I could imagine what heaven could be
A vision of an angel looking back at me
Our lives are woven with silks of happiness
Fireworks light up the night sky just for us

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