Skirt Poems - Poems about Skirt

...Canada needed a hero but a fowl mouth so this Merc is a jerk that can not be hurt ......Read the rest...

...It's not the skirt Attracts, it's the gracefulness You've done in that dress.......Read the rest...

...Uh-oh the upsy-downsy-queen is on a tear Her flowered skirt is blowing in the northern air Standing on an oak limb, on maniacal cousin’s dare She forces a regal decree into a queen’s avid declare.......Read the rest...

...My bus finally pulled in late you were there as promised although I tried not to notice the blonde bimbo adjusting her skirt a cross between pat benatar and Melanie griffith puffing on a......Read the rest...

...Love is a catastrophe, a bittersweet madness, a wild affliction that invades your soul, Disturbs your peace, devastates your routine, transforming you into a shadow of what you once were, Each mome......Read the rest...

...The window opened I welcomed in Skirt someone's trying to predetermine Blessedly blessed new day we will press Onto our intended recipient purpose To walk in the blessings of my blessedn......Read the rest...

... (Kafkaesque) This is a Franz Kafka style poem All ill manner of men dances at the bottom of my flowing skirt, A circus of vultures aiming high, playing solitude in the dirt, Trumpeting flame......Read the rest...

...Having a neighbourhood is not the best to be honest. I read the book of brotherhood of the rose on the bench. My eyes were itching, Falling close, often times. I haven't slept days. My bag was f......Read the rest...

... Some people are devious They skirt around the truth But never actually say what they mean I'm assuming because of an ulterior motive Or it's a lack of understanding I would hope it's......Read the rest...

... Authors Quote: "Trust in His power" he said, I was lost like doubting Thomas displaced in a moment of doubt and erased from all of certainty Questions unanswered for so long plagued......Read the rest...

...Every day, I say it deep in my mind, when I choose an answer in world. It is like playing a game. Always having multiple options, but you can only choose one. But you have the abiltiy, to choose......Read the rest...

...An evanescent bouquet of skewed briars, is how a tinsel laden tawdry essence wickedly unfolds , scuppered signpost to a fetid human compost, faint light pendant on soul crushed quantum migrant,......Read the rest...

...I love my body but when I'm flaunting it I'm a ****. I love my body but when my shirt is cut too low I'm asking for it. I love my body but if my clothes are to tight I'm inappropriate. I love ......Read the rest...

...The canvas shoes in Kinshasa Once when the time was right A sweet girl had her picture taken because she was seven years old and in her mind, almost a grown-up Dressed in a white blouse and sk......Read the rest...

...I lay bare on the burden of time, scraping away the residue that is stuck on my mind, the fear of yesterday had gone away and I am on my way to start a brand day. My vision is clear, my mind is st......Read the rest...