Wears Poems - Poems about Wears

My uncle wears a dress I heard my uncle talking About his favourite dress, And how he needs a new one As its old and in a mess. He says it`s frayed and tattered And the pleats are wearing flat, So he will need to get a new one That goes right with his hat. He also wears a frilly blouse With ruffles on...

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A poet wears their work in place of wounds, Their words are scars of light and darkness on the canvas of the soul. In the flow of consciousness, I wander through gardens of melancholy, Wearing the verses that sing both suffering and joy like a cloak. Each metaphor is a carefully closed wound, A drop of bleeding transformed into pure...

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morning meets a nurse of caring for many years, an aide who's burying some unknown fears, a neighbor's kitten Nova left strewn said--bury in--garden where Pansy's grew-in. life's roads all lives got when life forgot and ought not life's care for lives share ...

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Truth be told In every tick Minutes morph into hours Every tick alters a part of our lives Wheels of change will halt not Every passing moment drags us closer As if we are ensnared in time's chains Regardless of how slow one goes Surely, like the clothes we own, we worn Undoubtedly, it's with this flow we all go So, let's embrace the fact,...

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who wears short shorts? she wears short shorts. a cute song from the seventies. with preteens bopping around showing their cute fannies. who wears short shorts today? In this restaurant a pair of them just went shuffling by. beneath them there were wobbly, jiggly, wiggly white legs. the wizen crone is at least eighty. does she have a mirror? can she see? she follows an...

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There's a guy I know that loots. He often wears special boots: Strong leathery ones he'd choose, His feet in them starts to cruise To break doors with non-helped feet! Isn't that alone a feat? Bruce should like to see rogues do that "But feet later go flat!" Means, then, looter can be caught: From boot shop found straight to court...

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I had never seen a glitzier, prettier pink sequin coat. These were not ordinary sequins, they were elongated. Reminded me of shiny sequin purses we saw in the sixties. Who is wearing that coat? I wondered, trying to get a look. Of course, it is my niece Charlene, nothing is too pretty for her. She gave me her usual...

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I'm a striped cat who wears striped socks. All of my food is in a striped box. I use striped soap to make striped suds....

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Birdwoman wore eagle, robin, osprey and owl. In her hair, with a certain flair Hummingbirds, swifts and waterfowl Making their nest in her lovely hair Birdwoman sported pelicans, penguins and egrets too Wearing them proudly, none of them too loudly though Nightjars, hornbills and beautiful jays of blue Morning dove, blue footed boobie and silly dodo Birdwoman wore her feathered friends with pride,...

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when earth wears lemon yellow saree trees adorn gold...

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The Devil Wears Titles: President, Senator, New's Anchor. The Devil can look spiffy and sharp: a big city Governor quoting scriptures, her voice, soothing and melodic, though a lying Harp – The Devil can mandate vaccines for children, needlessly putting darts of drugs, that may cause lethal damage, in the arms of developing young bodies with tearful eyes and palpitating hearts – The Devil...

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Windy Wilbur wears white wet wooden whistles weaving without wonderment within woods wisdom where wily weather whips Windy Wilbur's whimsy we wait wondering whether Windy Wilbur's whistle works....

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The devil wears slim fit suits Parading his perilous muscular body whose shape leads to a man's daughter's demise. The devil wears pointy & shiny Raniera shoes, walking around posing a floppy step like a model, drawing attention from the female gaze in the neighbourhood ! The devil rocks permed hair, whose fancy waves present a false sophistication...

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I am Nimbus, gathering my black ruffled gown preparing to race against the whistling wind. My tears threaten to come tumbling down and dark tendrils untamed; have come unpinned. My bereavement wails as thunder hammers the skies. Twin scepters of lightning flash in my mournful eyes. I twirl in rhythmic dance upon swiftly swirling winds Behold the grand majesty of a...

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She has the color of blue in the eyes, is the color of happiness days at heart ... The color of peace in countenance. She has the color from my paradise in the tender smile ... In her the colors of ashes become rainbow, and the paths all are filled with colorful... with her spring is always present. She is my poem purity white, she is my love multicolored ...!...

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