Best Dress Poems

"Marionette of Flesh in a Borrowed Dress"
- Daniel Henry Rodgers

The hourglass, 
a skeletal jester 
mocks in the tomb's chill
Each falling grain an emaciated sigh, 
"Soon you'll cease to be."
The mirror's cold reflection, 
a Gorgon's ghastly guise
A marionette of flesh with vacant... 
hollow...
colorless eyes.

The worms, like...

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It was the last year of high school and there was a lack of beaux,
But then I got an invite. Whew, that was close!
So now the Prom was coming and I was going to go!
Mom gassed up for the city, headed out with me in...

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My shirts are tired of me.
'You're tiresome', they say,
'shouldn't you leave soon ?'
My socks take their orders 
from my shoes, 
or is it the other way around ?
Never mind, they agree anyways,
'You've had your fun', they say.
'you should quit now,
before you're too far behind.'
My jeans,...

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She Wore Blue Dress, Flowers Her Laurel Crown
 
She had only soft blue skies and romance
Attending angels at her beck and call
A golden life, with nothing left to chance
All her lovers came from Valhalla's halls.
A beauty, with glowing emerald eyes
With red lips begging ravishing desires
A...

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Her Red coloured dress resembled
a Venetian house
which lay besides the gondola
in an unrealized dream
as the Gondola retreated
through the hazy eyes of the canal
the house kept on getting bigger
painting one part of the lake 
with a mixed coating of 
the red
and the green accumulated piece
of the...

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It was perfect for any occasion, with 
the right accessories, like the traveling 
pieces Mozart carried court to court. 
No matter what style or instrument 
the reigning virtuoso favored, violin 
or piano left-hand, the master would have 
just the thing to sparkle an entertainment.

Just so....

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Oh no!  What are YOU doing here?
I haven’t seen you in a year!   
But I’m sure it’s perfectly clear,
I’m still red-dress fabulous, Dear!

You thought you could steal my spotlight?
You sauntered in like it’s your right.
But now you know, it's no fair fight—
I’m...

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I savor silence and my solitary dreams, my wanderings
and in my candlelit room, I withdraw 
to my secret place and you
I have put on our wedding dance music
and I am travelling back, back in time with a sigh
I know what comes next and I want...

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A bit of a trickster, but more like a treat;
with black tuxedo, he always looks neat,
but proper he isn’t – he naps in a bowl!
He’s learned from the fate of my brother who stole… ;)
so he won’t consume, but where will he hide
when goblins and...

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That Beautiful Mane And Her Pretty Dress


Should a poet grab on and celebrate
A bit of poesy or her virgin kiss
Finding her was it purest luck or fate
O' lord her soft smile this man sure does miss
And our weekend trek through to rolling hills
That cool breeze...

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Miles away from home where the sun is on fire with yesterdays dreams 
an Indian sari gown of silk and bead arrives  bending the wind to its  will 
warm rain and saffron tinted skies caress gold eyelids and irises of old 
Miles away...

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BRIDAL   DRESS FOR THE HAWTHORN TREE

In  the  church  garden   fair,
One glorious  May day  near the ides  -
Blossom  on  gown  and   hair
Flowing,  floating  down her sides,	 
Bosom  and...

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"Blue Dress"



Temptation 
Green as an 
Apple

Blue 
into the arms 
of Hell

Red 
"LIFE"
Read

the bite of an Apple
Stopped me short
and 

YOU,
despite
all 

Yellow Brick Road
Tornadoes

Stood by me
Silent, still, strong and 
eloquent

Where is Love sung?

Love is sung
in the 
Blue Notes 

Dressed in Blue

The letters of a spell
undressed and unravelled...

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I saw a perfect shade of white
So elegant
That it must have been a figment
So elegant

Thump, Thump, Thump, Thump
Says the heart in my chest
When it sees you

The way it lays on you
Is stellar and sublime like the clouds in the sky
A white dress so perfect
That it...

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Mekhela chador

I was too hurry and overwhelmed 
To embrace the attire
"mur maa rr mekhela chador" ( - "my mater's Indigenous Traditional Assamese Dress")...

The days in kindergarten,
I cherish the attire, in her wardrobe enhanced and ironed 
The dining hours,
I often queried her, to own the attire...

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