Skirt Poems | Examples

Willows In The Wind

We went for a walk, one windy day,
through the woods, and along the way,
she said to me, "If you please,
let's sit a while, it would make me smile, 
beneath these shady willow trees."
Yet, as just then, a gale-like gust blew by,
in apprehension, I asked her, "Why?"
And with a flirt, a lift of skirt,
the lady promptly did reply,
"On my first date, not to prevaricate
or equivocate, I don't osculate.
It's not the wind beneath my wings,
or a draught up the shaft I love,
but the breeze between my knees."

A Wilderness of Mirrors

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.

Lighted Island

My lighted island,
Hidden somewhere behind the red rocks,
Somewhere between the jingling of bangles
As I reach out to you.
My lighted island,
Lies behind the rusted walls of the blue city,
Among the trembling of my long earrings.
My lighted island,
Winks at me from the colors of the bustling market,
I find it in the strong scent of fish,
In the muffled noise that swallows us whole.
My island,
Is the color of my skirt’s folds in the wind,
Imaginative as a dance,
And warm as mint tea.

GITANAS

   they Rustle red skirts
 do magical predictions
 call mystical rays

A woman in a long skirt

A woman in a long skirt

Elisabeth Line, sitting on the train, in the station the door is opening
A young lady steps into the carriage and sits down next to me; hmm
And sits down on the seat next to me. Hmm, my hair is grey, I am old

She is the woman in a long skirt, yeah, oh a real beauty; a great life
She can not be a part of my life. Or the part of my life. So young kind
A slender flower, a perfect noble thin kind, honest, and a virgin of Life

The beautiful phenomenon of the best creatures of life’s of God. The Life!
The Life! God is the Winner of His best of Him creature of life. Oh, God!
Skirt flutters in the world, she is walking in the forest in my mind. Love?

No. Love does not exist in my life. Existing love in life? Let’s be kind. 
Be kind. I wish this lady a good and so happy life, a kind life like of life
Hmm. The question is the time. Time takes us far. See you next life.

Love
You
from
Heart
Great
Meeting
with
You

Us

A Hula-Hula 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.

Grey Skirt

Melancholy drops 
patiently wait for the Sun;
Grey skirt and a smile.

Be Careful of Skirt and Shirt

in wheel missing cog
Trump had been an under dog
brain like lump on log

never will want here
hope that he does disappear
part of a bum steer

could tell by the thunder
a bus Trump was caught under
one more big blunder

will commit a crime
Trump never has been on time
did write a poor rhyme


Trump had day in court
missed paying his child support
sold all of us short

has been a real pill
when Trump wiil veto bill
head hit window cill

Trump in each essence
never had any pleasance
mangled many pheasants

opponents strangle
many deals Trump will wrangle
things together tangle

Trump did tare his shirt
He has put us on alert
put his hand up skirt

Long Skirt

Tiny little fingers
inside a box
hot water bottles
needing love
what was the purpose?
I don't know
she got here
against the odds...

Washing dishes
food for the day
young eyes
young age
wondering what life
she was going to get
young boys nearby
wanted her

The wrong one showed up
and all went wrong
nice way to lie
too many words
small turns big
when you are lost
the skirts once long
he broke...

Under the stars
she tries to sleep
life was not
what she thought it'd be 
time now is gone
she just now believe
she will meet God
the day she leaves.

Jessica

Gypsy Skirt Upon Her Exotic Hips

Gypsy skirt,
Upon her exotic hips,
That embraces,
Her painterly,
silhouette,
To carefreely flow,
In the winds of her salsa,
Beauty,,
And caress her rhythms,
From firm sunset gallops,
to sweet repose,

From what shore,
Did she gather your flowers,
Surreal honey,

Her hips are so comfy,
and cozy,
In your loving fibers,
And adept garden waves,
As her hem dreams,
Its flowers,
To dance with her,
Crescendos,
And gaze of her sighs,
Gypsy skirt,
upon her exotic hips,
And dancer thighs,
And the margarita moon dips,
With your duet,
With her honey hair,
Sweet and kind,
As salsa evenings
Reynaldo Casison

Dont Seize Debtor By the Neck

Don’t seize a bad debtor by the neck
Nor the man who did your chances wreck:
A seized neck gives not back a lost chance,
Your mistempered palms not for a glance...

Some seize necks when their wives get a peck
Not in secret, in an open deck
And they don’t care when owners’ feet dance
To the beat of enthused ambulance!

It’s a manual hanging of a culprit,
Witness to keep shaking in spirit, 
Sin of murder not washed in any beck
To your claim “God always forgives.” Oh Heck!

Then, Bad Debtor you might grab on his shirt
Making sure, though, on your palms not a dirt
You don’t dream of nearing his wife’s skirt:
From her lips the latest insults shall squirt…

Yes, don’t seize your debtors by the neck
It won’t prove you have not your own speck.

Toughest Skirt For a Wide Hip

Quite awful had been the gossip:
About a widening girl's hip.
"Why would it not Holy Men trip
And apart the toughest skirt rip?"

Quite idle had been the gossip:
About Eves' wears eyes could off strip;
From speaker worker's sweat drip,
Sometimes, audience clammy hands grip

Gossipy lips that could wine sip;
There were hands who could his glass tip!
Lips good at digging a deep pit:
Its shovels never made a slip...

As the gist gets sweeter lost zip,
Stabbing Truths and lies bit by bit
Their source, sure, is getting a tip,
As a hip keeps receiving whip!

Lasted it had two hours,
Round the indulged bottles flowers

I Have To Have a Short Plaid 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.

Mini-Skirt To Mirror Gown

Clearly blind is the mini-skirt
Of faint or no trace to drawer
unveiling blunt's veil's view afar
To wandering eyes' wishes bail
If it could be to its presence

Clearly blind is the mini-skirt
That the shinning sun ray dare not
Unveil its secret to eyes choice
Tracing out on mind worksheet's theme
What it expresses to spark minds

Mirror gown is barely naked
Renting many to daydreaming
Drawing patterns of various styles
To seize door openly secured 
And return to its pursuit's acts

Mirror gown is barely naked
Inspiring drives to chase and wait
For turn up with gladdened whisper
Of yes having seen evidence 
Of its desired wish over love

Mini-skirt or Mirror gown's voice,
Which one is better off cum choice?

The Tantalizing Skirt

The tantalizing skirt
Older
Much older Misses Roberson
her loosely fitted skirt
emboldening her flawless firm legs.
tight into the muscles of irrefutable charm.
Impeccable beauty to keep your soul awake.
And as I enchant my self
the jolts of enchantment in my veins
squints my eyes side ways
trying for a more undisturbed view
into her tantalizing visual offerings,
and she had a lot to offer.
How these drooling moments
provokes the spirit being into clarity
that these fleeting images
will whisper forever in my memories.
as I saw deep into her crevice of fascination.
Is it the love muscle,
that transform the curvature
even the skirt refuse to hide,
as it engrave this perfection of nakedness
into the deep fascinating crevices of our soul?
intoxicating magnificence.
©Al Juman

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