Wardrobe Poems - Poems about Wardrobe

...I stood on the bed, staring on the wardrobe my dad once bought from caring Ms. Kelly, who let it down the street with a large sope. Everything seemed the same. Thing leaked lame. Sudden rush w......Read the rest...

...i’m here, nor there, sometimes everywhere a storm brewing inside i’m darker i’ve sailed these seas before repetition becomes habit take me back to simpler times an early childhood memory......Read the rest...

...Winter slowly wakes with an ice-cold nose. Spends much of its time sneezy winds it blows. Spring’s wardrobe full of floral foulard feigns change. Dresses then frolics in daydreams of blue-sky m......Read the rest...

...ON THE FORECOURT OF THE STARS Mama Mia! What a voice! Her depth of emotion carries the show. Cast of friends slow burn the audience. Shimmy of stars with sensual overtures. Mama Mia! ......Read the rest...

...No more Mothballs and cedar assault my nose The dust mites and stale air dry my throat A wardrobe that is just that The lion roars no more Neutered and robbed of his fire The l......Read the rest...

...Silly Sandee Stardust shuffled when she walked around the garden while she talked and talked. She said she preferred using her tiny feet because she enjoyed sniffing the sweet scent of red roses ......Read the rest...

...Being Bob Bob, is just an ordinary guy in every sense of the word. Five ft eight inches tall, a little on the chubby side and has lost most of his hair. No one pays much attention to Bob, that’s j......Read the rest...

...Made up Broadway Show Had to put you in the know Marquee is set Visual aid effect The theory of Fast The thought of how long Rehearsals have been for weeks You are in for a treat Just don’t r......Read the rest...

...With hair ablaze, a jester unconfined, I scoffed at the mundane, its life declined. My wardrobe, a riot, a rhapsody bold, Mismatched socks my standard, stories untold. In classrooms of tedium, ......Read the rest...

...In the dark shadow is where they wait I can see them and hear them, up very late The sound of the tick tock drums in my head As I hide under the sheets of my cosy warm bed What is it? I w......Read the rest...

...The unbegun poem is a tree root, clinging to a whirlwind. A stag hides, in a thicket of hunters. Nothing speaks, where memory leaves no footprint. The buried must uncover a spade. Gr......Read the rest...

...Darling, I’m thinking of getting implants. Right fine, I was going to the gardening centre today, we can go together No, silly, breast implants. You already have two breasts. I want bigger ones. ......Read the rest...

...DISCOMBOBULATION The clock on the bedside table Says two forty-five in the morning.. Hours of precious sleep time yet Until the day is dawning. I shine the torch around the r......Read the rest...

...Here’s a question – when you buy An item of new clothes, How long until you wear it? Not too long, I would suppose. Do you take the tags off quickly, Sporting it next time you dress Or does i......Read the rest...

... Resolution this year…stop buying spree, Infinite number …shoes, jewellery! Dior purses, handbags nice, Chanel dresses, reduced price, Family panicks at purchase they see! Clear the wardrob......Read the rest...