Wears Poems - Poems about Wears

Everyone wears makeup. Not just blush and eyeliner but masks we paint in silence, to hide the storms inside us. We wear it when we’re trying to come clean from telling a lie that lived too long in our lungs. We wear it when we're passed up for promotion smiling wide, while swallowing the burn of being overlooked. We wear it on the first day of school, trying to...

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Why is my face split in two? A twin I call her Confident and beautiful Funny and entertaining Her smiles light up every room. A life of the party Excellent in every word. A frown I like to wear I leave the smiles to her It suits just one of us. I think I'm not that pretty The face we share...

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My Trauma Wears Crocs My trauma wears Crocs— bright yellow, with stickers peeling off. It doesn’t care how serious you want life to look. It clomps into therapy, kicks its feet, asks if there’s snacks. It’s loud at the wrong time, laughs when I’m crying, sits beside me on the floor and says, “We’re not going anywhere, are we?” I thought healing would wear silk. Turns out,...

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Love and sorrow walk as one, A bond unbroken, never undone. For every kiss, a tear will fall, A whispered ache, a lover’s call. The heart that loves must bear the weight, Of joy entwined with sorrow’s fate. For love is cruel, it does not spare, It lingers long, yet leaves despair. It wears a veil, it hums a...

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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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