#attire
People compliment me
for dressing up nice...
Little did they know,
I show up nice to hide the PAIN and SCARS within me...
Apr 17, 2019
Apr 17, 2019 at 1:11 AM UTC
once they've
established bunts
now there's
fire as
she'd desecrate
the flag
in Orriskanny
whether it
flies round
their loops
that's still
her shape
this world
or bats
in air-conditioning
never heard
of Statius
Oct 31, 2018
Oct 31, 2018 at 9:33 PM UTC
He rock
climes and
his foot
is wide
as the
hill top
while the
wind is
very cold
that his
head band
fell to
to depths
that dusky
as he's
crept before
in light
Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 3:20 PM UTC
an amentum
sphere is
large but
amount to
this idiosyncrasy
that sequesters
echelon these
aims with
their transfusion
of equinox
if clement
this whirlwind
Vesper yet
a fawn
through the
dale in
organic Misericordia
Jun 10, 2018
Jun 10, 2018 at 8:47 AM UTC
now that the duchess of Sussex
has been incorporated into the
firm
she must wear regulation tights
which will make her legs
squirm
before she wed Harry she'd show
an excessive bit of shin
skin
this is no longer possible at garden
parties inside the palace's
inn
a strict dress code was imposed
on every component of
attire
for queen Betty wants Meghan
properly decked out to
admire
we can expect more formal kit
being part of her
wardrobe
when she travels around the world
representing England's finest
lobe
May 30, 2018
May 30, 2018 at 7:39 PM UTC
in her
apple pants
that quiver
such a
dance with
transformation a
pirouette if
a coup
pedagogically wire
my brain
formation with
elation only
my desire
flush hers
there a
time of
dating especial
Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 7:31 AM UTC
they would
poach breakfast
so sound
in their
living room
that had
eaten this
croissant with
an ear
in place
till this
rap was
down then
after their
own plates
with this
illustrious swag
Apr 1, 2018
Apr 1, 2018 at 8:41 AM UTC
A truck on fire
let her brazen attire
on a road where
her stone figure
'twas to martyr alas there
made hers really lookin bigger
but she'd model graph
in her New Haven gaff.
lol.
Dec 28, 2016
Dec 28, 2016 at 3:28 PM UTC
she arrives
attired
in a kaleidoscope
coloured
dress
of
resplendent hues
so vivid to the eye
such a vivacious
paintbox
she'll
beautifully supply
crimsons
yellows
lilacs
splendidly
fashion her frock
on spring's catwalk
of
apparel
stock
Sep 18, 2016
Sep 18, 2016 at 7:07 PM UTC
woman
you are
dazzle,
powdered
stomp of
colours,
mist dew
bright of
song,
melody
of a hum
when you
speak,
clear eyes
sparkle on
the surface,
delicate,
serene,
today you
said softly,
budge a little
in the path of
an evening sun,
it gets into my eyes,
you shall be
the death of me,
should I be left
with words and
rhyme,
these stiff
laces of device
I call poems,
of what use
are they,
you will
not be
here,
my heart
gnaws,
twists,
caught
in perils
of desire
oh garbage
words,
you are a
beggar's
lament
be away,
let me
gaze at
her while
time benignly
spins a top,
soon it
is bound
to topple
this alphabet
string,
pearl scatter
of a necklace,
be away,
verse,
futility,
to live in
a papered
world when
loveliness
shrivels
to another
lost moment,
be away,
illusion
let me see
it as it is
her yellow
dress,
gathering
light,
her terse
shades,
her yellow
dress
let
dreams
tarry a
little,
speckled,
hypnotized,
sunshine,
her
yellow
dress
shall be
the death
of me
May 12, 2016
May 12, 2016 at 11:08 AM UTC
Hadn't been seen in a while
Reasons why the smile was so much bigger
The tightest hugs I've ever gotten
The shimmer in eyes filled with joy
To just sit on a bench
At a park
Talking
Stories beginning of new conversations
Laughs and smiles
Your attire all black
Black button up, rolled up sleeves
Black tie you removed after a while
I proceeded to steal that tie
Laughing, hugging
Pulled out your phone
Attemted to take a photo together
I refused
The reasoning being I was simply too shy
Even though that friendship meant the world to me
Walked for hours just talking
I miss that
I miss the friendship worth fighting for.
-Kathia Mariana Landeros
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 8:12 PM UTC
So many words
Stitched with finery
Fine attire crafted
With feelings close to heart
The soul once lay bare
Now clad with intricate fabric
Richly woven
With fine craftsmanship
Fashionable for every season
It’s your own creation
With the language of your heart
Cloak of eloquence
In the poetry you write
Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 9:12 AM UTC