Skirt Poems - Poems about Skirt

We went for a walk, one windy day, through the woods, and along the way, she said to me, "If you please, let's sit a while, it would make me smile, beneath these shady willow trees." Yet, as just then, a gale-like gust blew by, in apprehension, I asked her, "Why?" And with a flirt, a lift of skirt, the lady promptly...

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What do I see, you are looking back at me. In my youth wearing a top of pink polka dots, with a skirt of green and orange fabric knots. As I looked-I laughed until I cried, every time the wilderness mirrors walk by. These very old mirrors are such a thrill, they love my fashion wear even if it is over...

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My lighted island, Hidden somewhere behind the red rocks, Somewhere between the jingling of bangles As I reach out to you. My lighted island, Lies behind the rusted walls of the blue city, Among the trembling of my long earrings. My lighted island, Winks at me from the colors of the bustling market, I find it in the strong scent of fish, In the muffled...

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they Rustle red skirts do magical predictions call mystical rays ...

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A woman in a long skirt Elisabeth Line, sitting on the train, in the station the door is opening A young lady steps into the carriage and sits down next to me; hmm And sits down on the seat next to me. Hmm, my hair is grey, I am old She is the woman in a long skirt, yeah,...

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Sarina bought a hula-hula skirt Was so long it swept up the garden dirt When she mowed the lawn Her hula was shorn Now poor Sarina is known as Flirt Girt....

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Melancholy drops patiently wait for the Sun; Grey skirt and a smile....

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in wheel missing cog Trump had been an under dog brain like lump on log never will want here hope that he does disappear part of a bum steer could tell by the thunder a bus Trump was caught under one more big blunder will commit a crime Trump never has been on time did write a poor rhyme Trump had day in court missed paying his child...

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Tiny little fingers inside a box hot water bottles needing love what was the purpose? I don't know she got here against the odds... Washing dishes food for the day young eyes young age wondering what life she was going to get young boys nearby wanted her The wrong one showed up and all went wrong nice way to lie too many words small turns big when you are lost the skirts once long he broke... Under the stars she...

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Gypsy skirt, Upon her exotic hips, That embraces, Her painterly, silhouette, To carefreely flow, In the winds of her salsa, Beauty,, And caress her rhythms, From firm sunset gallops, to sweet repose, From what shore, Did she gather your flowers, Surreal honey, Her hips are so comfy, and cozy, In your loving fibers, And adept garden waves, As her hem dreams, Its flowers, To dance with her, Crescendos, And gaze of her sighs, Gypsy skirt, upon her exotic hips, And...

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It's in the evening time in June The south...

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Don’t seize a bad debtor by the neck Nor the man who did your chances wreck: A seized neck gives not back a lost chance, Your mistempered palms not for a glance... Some seize necks when their wives get a peck Not in secret, in an open deck And they don’t care when owners’ feet dance To the beat of enthused ambulance! It’s...

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Quite awful had been the gossip: About a widening girl's hip. "Why would it not Holy Men trip And apart the toughest skirt rip?" Quite idle had been the gossip: About Eves' wears eyes could off strip; From speaker worker's sweat drip, Sometimes, audience clammy hands grip Gossipy lips that could wine sip; There were hands who could his glass tip! Lips good at digging...

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A skirt can sway like summer breeze Its fabric, soft as petals from trees A dancer's dream, a poet's muse A canvas of colors, a vision to choose The way it hugs the hips, so light A symbol of grace, a picture of might It twirls and spins, a whirlwind of art A garment of beauty, a work of heart But a trouser...

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My mother had three magazines coming monthly in the sixties. Women’s Day, Redbook and Ladies Home Journal. American Girl Magazine made its debut, and she bought if for us. My twin and I. I remember thinking “who dresses like this?” With the first edition. By the third month I had to have white go go boots. And a short plaid skirt. But of...

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