Wardrobe Poems - Poems about Wardrobe

What a poor dateless chap was young Chad. Dumpster fires were the clothes that he had. Pants that hung in the back showed the world his azz-crack and not one single shirt wasn’t plaid....

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This poem is penned to my sartorial self, about wardrobe clothes on the rail or the shelf, replica football shirts, too tight, too small, threadbare cord trousers, I don’t wear at all, now for recycling with all the rest, while saving my smart shoes and suit just for best, too many old clothes that I’ll never wear, though some could be fixed...

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Indigo whispers in denim mysteries, Retelling inspirations, muses On trembling cotton, blessing away Dark fictions with gentle words, Psalms and wisdoms, written in lessons, Breathing hope, faith and love, Remembering the heart, the soul, the spirit, Revealing the light beyond the materials… Rayon dresses, worn on Sunday Worn to weddings, funerals, events Where faded jeans and t-shirt themes Aren’t exactly the best selections, Where hearts and souls...

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“wardrobe malfunction” i dressed as santa claus for halloween now what do i do in the in between...

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Inside three closets, Arrays colorful dresses For life's wardrobe sets....

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She had a bit of a problem Of which she was reluctant to disclose Her wardrobe was full to overflowing With a wild array of clothes She justified this behaviour By insisting it was cheap stuff Purchased from the op shops She couldn't get enough Because it was so cheap She'd buy three things instead of one Her shirts multiplied in dozens And her dresses by...

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Clothes in a wardrobe still so neat Your favourite fragrance makes it so complete A task set without choice for me To sort your things not so easily The jacket you wore for colder times And the hat for your head for sunnier climes Are all hanging in their place Ready for you to wear for your worldly face I open the...

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The Wardrobe. shrine of memories, disguise dressing room... Guards my life daily, festive, funeral... Each outfit a character.... A cross-dressing artist, but never repository of me... naked... natural!...

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The Wardrobe of a Temporary Condition David J Walker I had to admit It might have been an illusion The first morning home Without a plausible conclusion to Calendars past and No witnesses left to Attest to the Long intrusion into My young life Nothing in the room Was mine Anymore The clothes now three years old Left hanging in the closet Where I left them The duffle...

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Blest with garments of varied hues and shades’ assortment I practice an organized monthly color-scheme adornment… January is greeted with vibrant green’s life-oozing zest along moss, emerald and mint scarfs’ accenting best. With blue motif of azure or cerulean in February cyan-printed dresses match aquamarine-look accessory. Pink for March as well as old rose and fuchsia of no doubt makes watermelon lace...

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I’m whittling down my wardrobe Just a little at a time. It’s hard for me to let things go I wore when in my prime. But some clothes are out of style Or don’t fit the way they should And just hanging in the closet They aren’t doing any good. If I donate them, then maybe Someone who might be in need Could make use...

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Eager for candy they roam door to door They’ve got quite a lot but they’d like a lot more Dan rang the bell at house number twenty His dad says it’s home to a lady who’s ‘friendly’ Inside, the sound of feet rushing up stairs And a man screaming like he’s had too many scares A lady’s voice asking who’s out...

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in god's dark wardrobe like a ghost of a nightgown a see-through soul glows...

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A vision only my sleeping eyes can see: Night wrinkles on dim hangers. Bell-bottom pants, two-toned platform shoes, a `kipper' tie, unhinge from time and mind. Then the closet door clicks shut like a shell. Empty hangers swing-on in the dark, rocked now by the surviving members of the Rolling Stones....

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Clothes don’t make me feel any less naked I still feel exposed No amount of sweaters or sweatshirts can mask the humiliation that I know Even when I’m fully naked My skin doesn’t cover what I need it too I wish that I could feel pretty I wish I liked the clothes I wear on my body...

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