Tailored Poems - Poems about Tailored

In the world of today girls feel the need to sexualize themselves. Social validation is more important to them than personal values, family, and getting good grades. Makeup and skincare can be found in their online shopping carts— replacing Christmas wish lists along with clothes that are two sizes too big or two sizes too small. They get...

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They say words shouldn’t hurt, but mine are crafted, a perfect match for the tender places you believe no one notices. I don’t need to throw punches; the right words can strike with more force than a blow. The best part? I can smile afterward, clean hands, no marks, just your pride, folded like a flimsy chair at a backyard wedding....

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In tailored suits that hug the form, A businessman strides, exuding charm. Briefcase in hand, he’s on his way, Chasing the dawn of a brighter day. Polished shoes click on the city’s grind, With visions of fortune and power in mind. He navigates crowds with purposeful grace, While the world sees his polished face. He buys a cup of coffee to wake him...

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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...

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Roses are Red, Violets are Blue Who would have knew Our love would have grew Into this Surpassed seduction Temptation and bliss Still bound by our very first kiss And the children you gave me Rose are Red, Violets are Blue For if who else s foot if not You Fits my glass slipper Written for Susan's , Finish the verse contest...

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In the dark light of this winter morn, I see The clothes that I am expected to wear (Though, maybe, the fault of illusion lies with me) From overuse, have become threadbare Nothing there… In a cloak of blue, I steal through these lanes Measuring myself, roughly, for something new A suit of humour,...

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