Wearing Poems - Poems about Wearing

Under the vast sky of illusions, we are actors wearing masks of stars and ephemeral shadows, Our gazes meet through mirrors of mist, seeking reflections of hidden desires, We are magicians of an illusory world, finding ourselves in the imperfections of others, in deep silences, An endless waltz of unspoken words, a dance of souls under the moonlight,...

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classy as a diamond ring razzlng and dazzling throughout the night these sweater wearing roosters are sparkling razzling and dazzling throughout the night foghorn leghorn forming dialed in the farm yard run roosters my word strutting with pep do nothing wrong in this manure and goo Sing’n with gusto into morning dew These sweater wearing roosters are sparkling Razzling and dazzling throughout the night Foghorn leghorn forming Dialed in...

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MY PRAYERS ARE WITH ALL DOMESTIC VIOLENCE VICTIMS AND SURVIVORS MY DOMESTIC VIOLENCE SITUATION STEMMED FROM MY WEARING WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI BUYING WEAPONS AND DRUGS FROM JUNK SICK COPS BECAUSE THE FBI WARNED ME MY ABUSIVE HUSBAND HAD BE INVOLVED IN ARSON RESULTING IN 8 PERSONS DEATH I WAS LITERALLY BEATEN INTO SILENCE...

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AFTER WEARING WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI BUYING WEAPONS AND DRUGS COMPLETING SEVERAL IT WAS CLEAR MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND WAS SEVERELY JUNK SICK HE GREW ANGRY BITTER VERY BITTER PARINOID OF BEING KILLED HE WOULD ATTACK ME THEN GO PLAY BASKETBALL WITH A FEW CORRUPT JUNK SICK OFFICERS FUNNY LOOKING BACK NOW BUT I'M...

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I know a young lady, her name is Kim Whenever I see her, she makes my heart grin They call her a doctor but to me she's a friend Whatever my ailment she knows how to mend With every new visit, my symptoms take flight She knows how to soothe me to remedy my plight After all these decades finally found...

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Sleep is a deception, a ghost wearing the garment of rest, a bloody truth hidden beneath our eyelids, an escape from the labyrinth of the mind, where light dances in the darkness, a forbidden beacon sought by dying souls, and our outstretched hands tremble, trying to grasp ephemeral illusions. At the touch of that light, repulsion flickers like silent...

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This old road is wearing me down 7 more miles and I will be out of town Ain’t got no wagon, and holes in my boots Darn me; if the weather never suits Yeah This old road is wearing me down 7 more miles and I will be out of town Heading westwards looking for work No matter my dress code, I’m...

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A polly-fox is a skirt. What kind of polly-fox are you wearing today? Oh, you NEVER wear a polly-fox? I thought you were from Scotland. I discovered polly-fox yesterday In a student Thesaurus. A new fact I was determined to use in a poem today. This is it. You’re welcome...

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For my handler’s special agent Leroy Heimbach special agent Kevin Dreary special agent Paula Brand special agent Alan King how I became a causality of wearing wires pregnant buying weapons and drugs for the justice department here in America being exposed after arson murder of 8 tailor shop Christmas Day 1984 finally victim 9 1998...

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I’ve missed out on pub table conversations the shocked laughter and gasps The feeling of validation that they seem to get from confessing and every time I feel ashamed and childish you stare back at me. Hurt. How they hark at what they deem to be your innocence Shake their heads in disbelief As if wearing white was a modern...

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Jump suit in public Such clothes, a woman's secret, Dream, zest disappear....

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Eye cannot envision not wearing glasses Ever since second grade an ever stronger prescription for nearsightedness donned my countenance, cuz myopia (inherited courtesy both parents) rendered me 'As Blind as a Bat' . For some reason, I wanted side arms that wrapped behind the ears, also known as cable temples like those worn by Mark Smith. a classmate of mine where I got me some learnin' at (Henry...

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It's thrilling But so is this poem I want to take up a most profound authority Throughout the neighbourhood A village pastor And various pursuits of a similar kind Give me my own planet My own earf Postmodernist scumbag And cowboys from hell days I want to hear the new Beyonce album Between the buried and me I am a cloud cuckoo lander And wear a wig when...

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She put her cowboy boots on first and then her make up Sniffing her ample posterior was her wiener dog Mup. His brother Max looked interested from the cozy chair. But if he left his cushion, Mup would be there. She put lipstick and powder on her pretty face. She is one of their besties, corpulent woman, Grace. Her husband asked...

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I don’t understand people who sacrifice their fun and freedom to appear with self control that only knows of shame beneath them the ones dressed up in expensive clothes who stand around all prim and proper looking down their nose at those found lower on the social ladder They’re terrified you’ll realise they’re absolutely useless...

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