Tailor Made Poems | Examples

Echo

To me, she is a dream:
A faith, I pray, that never fades;
As a hymn, or symphony:
My amen, weighed in,
Tailor-made;
To love and life,
Should I let go,
Though my heart,
Regards an echo?

Faithful Until The End

to
my
tailor-made
and
dearest friend
that
we
are
both bookends
always
faithful
and
inseparable
until
the 
very end

Tardigrade

Tardigrade

Consider the lowly Tardigrade
To survive any environment, it is tailor made
Commonly known as the water bear
This handsome creature can live any where
From underground to the vacuum of space
It is no threat to the human race
Unless, it mutates and does grow
Then it looks like it could be a ferocious foe

****modeled on Ogden Nash Style*****

Insomnia

by method of falling 
into sleep I count the things     I’d trade

                                     -would I die 
for sleep?- 

and in multitudes they rise 
like the inverse of all the mysteries 
within a world’s deepest ocean,

a world even bigger than our own. 

and in this multitude of things 
I cannot find you       because 

our collective moments are tailor-made 
by whatever powers that be 
for lucid dreams        echoes

of nothingness that overlay 
the noise, frost of a winters’ night 
that glistens as it strokes your skin 
so beautiful it can kill you dead 

and you’ll think it was worth it

Zen mode

bliss poised at the threshold zone
tailor made for us alone
moves within just as it likes
tease of delight that oft spikes

as of seeds virtue does reap
beyond bliss heart finds peace deep
which may be assigned no name
wherein soul becomes the flame

Tsunami

Tsunami

Clinging to a tree my might is numb
Teeth chattering, soaked in seaweed I succumb
to the shores of doom, the tides violent surge
Adrift and marooned all owed to a sudden urge
After the party I woke up on a tropical island 
Wild rainforest and coconut groves, tailor made in Thailand
The Turtle Island, underwaters heaven
We were seven, gone snorkeling the night before
None of which were ones who washed ashore
I heard scrambling voices from below
less those who didn’t survive the deathblow
Lungs spewing up ocean water, not the timeless turquoise,
but the stormy muddled wash, murky, writhing wildly 
sirening a crushing noise
Twigs, glass, and storms debris rips through skin
Blood seeps down red rivers running thin
soaked thoroughly, bringing shivers    
As tidal waves and ruthless rain cease their wells,
instinctively the islanders help each other through 
the fallen landscapes
As the beached turtles struggle in their shells, 
who once glided effortlessly in the sea 
I know what I must do
Keep with the spirit of aloha
and stay until the sky becomes blue 
Then set the turtles free

Utterly

utterly captivating 
was our magical night.
as dawn lay down to sleep,
we remained awake to stargaze.

utterly romantic, 
honey-sweet moments we did share.
a rendezvous tailor-made for royals;
t'was unforgettable.

utterly unforgettable!
we held midnight 
in the palm of our hands;
lost in a world of our own.

utterly amorous 
was the spark of love exploding 
beneath the pale moonlight 
each time our lips met.

utterly carefree 
were our passionate hearts,
floating about with abandon 
like butterflies in Spring meadow.

utterly scintillating;
pocketful of stars in our sky;
we watched them supine, smiling 
in unison with the crescent moon.

utterly amazing!
watchful birds were tweeting 
our favorite song 
as we danced, and danced.

utterly free 
were our spirits;
as if for the last time 
we held each other, never letting go.

Lynn

The curvy road led me to the curvaceous girl. 
Sitting on a bench I found her stitching thread by thread a garment. Its crystal clear I had landed myself a tailor-made chick. 
Her hips poured and filled the bench. I bet she was from space because her figure was out of this planet.

Existential

Ain’t it amazing the way life flows 
Up, down, horizontal, to and fro 
The calm, with the rough, heaven and hell 
Mostly average, but who can tell 
Dreams of happiness, that go astray
Fleeting moments of bliss, perfect days
Desperation, sadness, broken hearts 
Wishing that today, never did start
I often wonder what life’s about 
Fears, the unknown, our moment of doubt 
Creation, purpose, to whom it serves
Born to die, or put here to observe 
Lost in a cosmos, mostly dark space 
Part of a freak species, human race 
Curious beings, drawn towards light 
Basic monsters, a damn ugly sight 
Misanthrope’s xenophobe’s, good and bad 
Altruistic, thoughtful, creepy, mad
Destructive, creative, all at once 
Gifted, evil, stupid as a dunce 
Pretentious, precocious, teachers pet
Wasteful, niggardly, the private jet 
Killing fields, to our gardens of zen 
Everybody welcome, just not them
Yes it’s amazing the human spirit 
Man’s tailor made, to deliver it

Writing challenge X words
Sponsored by Constance le France
How many syllables 
Prompt #8 Existential 
01/05/23

Love For Sale

High end devotee, you seem to like passion;
I have been known to raise a bar or two
with my contagious enthusiasm;

Chasing custom fit and high  revenue,
the sign in the window read 'Love For Sale';
Some things you can't attach a price tag to;

Addicted to the phrase 'fair retail'
selling me on tailor made was easy,
perfection lies in all those soft details;

A long time ago I gave myself to you for free,
there is no bigger fan of your brand then me.

Tutu - Archhbishop Desmond Mpilo Tutu 1931-2021

I
small father, The Arch is missed even by Dalai Lama, Buddhists
this writer loves Israel, but Tutu cried for Palestine, fellow-activists
my truth: the Arch gave me permission to be an African, a Christian
when I was all Indian-South-African by birth, a Hindu nationalist

II
he began as a teacher (matriculated from Johannesburg Bantu High School)
quickly - as I would do so in a way - he saw Ministry as The Tool
for Activist Church; Britain lifted him along, we recall TREVOR HUDDLESTON

III
From the WCC: World Council of Churches, he was tailor made for SACC
The almost South African Council of Churches (for all but Catholic & Dutch;
Official churches, but "Dutch" and "Catholic" CHRISTians fought with Arch)

IV
Today, just after CHRISTMAS 2021, Desmond has seen the face of Jesus
When I was Hindu, he allowed me to think again of our Savior-Activist
The One who sided with widows, orphans, aliens, sinners against His "Church"

What's Life

Life is a journey on the edge of a razor blade;
Don’t ever think that it’s always tailor-made.
The famous in the world are all self-made;
Like them you too can overcome all obstacles.
Do keep an eye on your career’s pinnacles;
Awaiting you there a plethora of miracles.


Bite Size Poem no.10 Poetry Contest 
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier 
Date: 03-07-2021.

Lingering Loving Tease

Microscopic shifts within 
almost imperceptible 
like the sun slowly setting
each moment beautiful

As a silent in-form receptor 
we behold all happenings
silent stillness continuum 
witnessing the blossoming

Divine energy moves softly
paving its own pathway
in a lingering loving tease
whilst we in ecstasy sway

Thus all the doing we do
is to get out of our own way
allowing the divine sublime
to engage with us in play

Each spiritual path unique
tailor made for us alone
the divine revealing truth
when our ego has flown 

28-September-2020

Eugenics Benefits

Insatiable - Quest For Perfection historically
From The Republic of Plato's Socrates
Offspring with high intelligence, comradery
Athletic, science minded, co operative 

Tailor made 8 cell diagnosis selects finest
Anxious embryo developer keen to accelerate 
Pleasurable reflection held in liquid nitrogen 
White gold filled syringe holder operates 

Selective patronage of top notch chromosones
Sought out the prestige of Nobel Bank of Sperm
Files boasted outstanding bio father credentials 
Mothers maintain reputation of ability to discern 

Nobel's demise came in failure to maintain stock
Eugenics launched acceptance of IVF technology 
Petered genius imput, deposits from general flock 
Duped recipients faithfully awaited tiny prodigies 

Varied outcomes, 215 proclaimed, now adults
Demonstrate unclear connection between elite
Genes giving invincible humans as sure result
Driven by nurture to thrive, rationale incomplete 




9th September 2020

Kai Michael Neumann, Sponsor
Clutching At Straws

The Artificial

So Alluring,
      Bright and green,
Wavy dark and red petals,
       So  Triumphant
       Oh How lovely!
Eyes closed,deeply inhaling
     Hoping for that scent...
Oh no! It's the art of man
    A tailor made Rose.
 It can't delight my heart

                       ©Carlos Bett

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