Skirt Poems - Poems about Skirt

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...Read the rest...

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....Read the rest...

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

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...Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...

It's in the evening time in June ...Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...

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,...Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...

Clearly blind is the mini-skirt Of faint or no trace to drawer unveiling blunt's veil's view afar To wandering eyes' wishes bail If it could be to its presence Clearly blind is the mini-skirt That the shinning sun ray dare not Unveil...Read the rest...

We all want to have the perfect shape, the media Are at fault, they use the young as their tool, Making some gents and ladies look like a fool, Whether young and feisty or facetious and bold, Or middle...Read the rest...

The tantalizing skirt Older Much older Misses Roberson her loosely fitted skirt emboldening her flawless firm legs. tight into the muscles of irrefutable charm. Impeccable beauty to keep your soul awake. And as I enchant my self the jolts of enchantment in my...Read the rest...

Ah, the afternoons at the once upon a time, busy mall. With my long auburn hair, large hoop earrings. Add thigh high white boots, with dashing men, leering! It was my favorite inner call. Shopping for fine jewelry and intoxicating, imported...Read the rest...