Suits Poems - Poems about Suits

The morning filled with beauty and luster creeps slowly under the mangrove tree and anchored along the tropical coast where the skies, sea and my lover frequently meet. Something unusual was going on there that disperse tension in the atmosphere and the shrubs planted along the shores breeds a kind of bird that make their...

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We wear suits, And we dispute, Your fatigues, Tired and black. We have jokes, And we provoke Your fatigue, Tired and black. We have cash, So can be brash. You’re fatigued, Tired and black You have needs, So get on your knees, In your fatigues, Tired and black....

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An assemblage was held among fruit to decide the best color of suit. Apples and strawberries said, "The best color must be red". A banana said, "yellow is cute"....

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She wears her hair this outrageous way to try and put off adults. She has no use for adults, they lie, and they are mean. All adults? She thinks so Due to her experiences. She dyes her hair an odd red color, and she poufs it up. Forming clouds which she sticks yellow carnations in. No one wears their hair like this! Except...

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Clueless, wandering suits of meat With eyes open but remaining blind Unknowingly searching for the truth Harming the tragic and the joyous Tragedy offers pious shelter Pain is a seductive mistress Clueless, wandering suits of meat Happiest when lost in the shadows Dreaming of hanging in the gallows Clueless, wandering suits of meat Trapped on the circuit of the deadbeat! ...

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January welcomes a new year, still dressed in bright suits. Shy January brings new expectations but also fear. We dream about a new life, we try to find out about new routes. Freezing mornings cut our skin with a sharp knife. We keep driving on a fast road, we should stop and change our suits, ready to play and...

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Groovy giraffe Moots with his bony knees Slips and slides and calls out “geez!” Fashionable, yet, not dapper, not in any way. His confidence is enormous, and here to stay. Why do you dress in suits? We ask old Moots. Most of the animals wear their birthday suits. I like being persnickety and upscale, he said. We made fun of him, and...

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Show me a suit that fits comfortably Underneath is a body toned to a 'T' Covering up God's imperfection determinedly The rest of us stew in silent agony...

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The men in suits Light a fire They pretend to be enemies Though they really are the best of friends Every move, watching the world, Burn to flames Public protests for garbage, whilst Many are killed, destroyed, silenced Criminals live in wonderland Innocents are framed Candles burn but like phoenixes, rebirthing from melted wax, This world is burning, but nothing melts...

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"All a man really wants, is a girl who looks good in a bikini." - Jack Freestone ---------- Though the suit has us somewhat engrossed, I’m inclined to share this quick riposte: though those patches and string scarcely cover a thing, how she looks with them off counts the most. ---------- for the Bikini Quote Poetry Contest sponsored by Julia Ward written on 07/31/23 ...

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This Alien extension Acquired tragically Is rejected unconsciously As minute defences Wage war mercilessly Vulnerable as combat rages Transformed while I'm dead Reborn with us United Are you my friend?...

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People often says- What makes me raise? If it's your feelings then gone- left me alone- But is it true? Can it be as much obvious as was you? Thrill to capture the moments we had-not so bad. I really hate you! For reason it's anything but not true. I'm not an emperor, nor you're my throne, I did leave my ashes while yours...

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Life is full of plenty tricks Called tactics So apply secrets to your success As salt to your soup wear a cup of facial smile To purge away your inner pains See the beginning before it end So you can end it before it begins ...

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Survival suits her and for those who pay attention, who look closely, it’s in the way she moves. The way she talks. The way she carries herself. She has a flame burning inside her sparking a fire in you. One that burns a city to ashes, along with all the painful memories. A flame so bright and blazingly, you always run the risk of being burnt alive. Survival...

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pulling words from the space between the open arms of c's that never meet no glue will fix mistakes that live within the past My doppelganger lies beside me head to to toe Anonymous keeps the twins as prisoners and all fits me but suits you...

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