Fashion Poems

Fashion poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of fashion poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on fashion are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Fashion Victim

Fashion Victim short poem

There’s Jimmy Choo, Announcing one’s arrival as if on a cue. Then there’s Miu Miu, With chic and classy hues. Jean Paul Gaultier, A shiney Cartier, Just the things to revere! Burberry, In colors of sherry, Classic, oh-so very! Gorgeous

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Poems containing references to : Fashion

Teacher

Teacher short poem

I might not have millions in my bank account. I might not be a person to grace page three of newspapers. I am not a fashion diva nor am I scaling mountains. Then who am I? I am a teacher

Who Is Eve?

Who Is Eve? short poem

She is that girl you always meet, As you walk down a busy street; That office girl across the hall, Or someone’s partner at a ball; That dearest love now in your arms, Or song diva with haughty charms, Covered

You Are the Reason

You Are the Reason short poem

You are my smile. You are my laugh. You are my tears. You’re the best I’ve ever had. You are my fashion. You are my scars. You are my drug. You are my heart. You are my devil. You are

Beautiful

Beautiful short poem

What is beauty? Plucked eyebrows and rosy cheeks, Thin waist, from fasting for weeks, Breasts and buttocks, gutted and grown By dishonest silicone? Is this beauty? Fifty-dollar low-cut shirts, Thirty-dollar thigh-length skirts, Stick a needle in your ears, Gold and

Human Nature

Human Nature short poem

What is it’s essence? Is it like a vulnerable, Hemingway-portrayed skiff being tossed about by changing waves of feelings, urges, yearning? Is it like a spoilt compass, it’s nervous needle half-trembling, rotating in illogical, unscientific, fickle-minded fashion, unable to be

Pain Of Life

Pain Of Life short poem

Pain of life has touched chords of soul Troubles have spread wings from pole to pole Have nots have had their surplus toll World is nothing but a rigmarole Some do not get a piece of bread While others are

The Mystery Which Is Me

The Mystery Which Is Me short poem

I’m sad when I’m happy, I feel good when things are crappy. I laugh when I’m upset, I remember things more when I forget. In a crowd I feel alone, It’s always the important things I postpone. I talk the

New Ground

New Ground short poem

Time is a fish bone in your throat you think it’s clear until you swallow your foot was coming along nicely then you stepped wrong not like when you were twenty you’d ignore it and shake off the pain time

Forbidden Truth

Forbidden Truth long poem

No matter how great her calm How perfect her lies I can still see the truth Inside those eyes At times, I ponder What just went wrong That took thine away while our love was strong It was never about

Alliterative Apocalypse

Alliterative Apocalypse prose poem

Angelic, able-bodied and adventurous amateurs aimed awkwardly at associates after attempting another assassination. Beleaguered, beaten and broken beasts barely breathing; bathed in beautiful basins. Begging became boasting beyond borders and busty brides blushed before being bought by bashful brutes. Camps

The Imp And The Fairy Princess

The Imp And The Fairy Princess long poem

There once was an imp whose appearance was vain, his behavior was foolish, even his speech and imposing mannerisms were maimed! From those eastern cannibalistic lands afar he and his kind had once been blessed, indentured to serve the superlative

It’s Campaign, Vote Wisely

It’s Campaign, Vote Wisely long poem

They lie about my looks, That I have horns, an ugly face, scary, That my haven is ever burning screams, burnt flesh, Yuck! I’m beautiful, handsome, all you will ever want, If its wealth, who can outweigh me? Luxurious houses,

Panacea

Panacea long poem

To render oil from a snake you first must find a snake buying one from a store is no good to have one place in your hands is no good these frauds illegitimize the oil it can be tasted and

Landscapes

Landscapes long poem

Her presence was like being breathless; skydiving over a foreign land you’d only seen in photos but admired, longing to visit in the cool unfamiliar majesty of a new landscape. She looked at me, and before anyone else could move,

Sisyphus Eternal

Sisyphus Eternal prose poem

Positivity, happiness, love, these Words you threw at me, expecting Me to grab on to them and connect. Expecting my instincts to take over, Expecting my soul to grasp onto them Instantly knowing, feeling, understanding Their nature, knowing how to

Caithness

Caithness short poem

He falls and snuggles like a lover to the floor; dreams spilling from the bottle in the weathered-hand. Beyond the door, dead-brochs lie buried on the moor. Forebears are but sepulchral-weals upon the land. Dreams spilling from the bottle in

Moon Is On Wane

Moon Is On Wane short poem

The full Moon is on wane Shedding her last attic glory on Earth And every aspect of Earth’s being Scorched too much in blazing Sun, Enjoying the Moonshine bath like budding spinsters Drenching in swelling teenage mirth. The air is

Moonless Delusions

Moonless Delusions long poem

In a moonless winter night, Standing against a weathered wall, Below a lonely street lamp’s light, I watched, transfixed, Shades of life being mixed, On that dimly lit street, As if it were a canvas, On which my thoughts were

The Heart

The Heart long poem

The heart a magnificent work of art, amazing in its design, if you follow it you will shine, cause it’s for much more than pumping blood it carries very real feeling of sympathy and love. It also has compassion in

From My Journals ‘cinnamon’

From My Journals cinnamon prose poem

He saw things in a way that others did not, he was the only one that saw my dreams differently, I became beautiful with the light of his smiling eyes. There my soul drifted render in angle to give the

Prospero’s Storm

Prosperos Storm prose poem

And so ’tis done – drench is gone Salted spray no longer flies the wild air That grim Tempest, that did wax and surge deep, now makes only whispered remembrance of its fury and troubles not the delicate house of

She

She long poem

An awakening moon she is in wakeful dream, A fairy in all true sense, gracing your life’s bend. When you like a confused caravan standing before vast Desert of heart’s domain, In desperate quest for quenching thirst of mind, partly

The Girl I Need

The Girl I Need long poem

A girl, I need, not as a boy, as I know what a boy behaves like; not as a mother, to chase me with a cane in her hands, to repeat the dos and don’ts; not as a wife, claiming

He Walks In Fire

He Walks In Fire short poem

He walks in fire, Fire breathing all hidden passions In intense fashion, Moves him like a particle riding on mad waves. Boiling blood being too humid Pouring words of moist wants. Exasperated heart tempering with scenting dewdrops That cool uncalled

Like Air

Like Air short poem

The next time we meet. I plan to meet you in unnoticed fashion. To come face to face even if you laugh or chase to how far your mind wanders. I plan to meet you today and the day after.

Chameleon

Chameleon short poem

I am a chameleon Changing colors from place to place and person to person At the streets I walk navy blue, Holding back, Thinking before I act, Avoiding embarrassment. At the seaside I step on the grass As a happy,

An Open Mind

An Open Mind short poem

The mind has a side That is deep inside. Don’t pit a blind On a creative mind. Good things happen If you keep your mind open. Every time I find It is a pleasurable mind. Mind has a passion For

She

She long poem

She Keeps a Love to Nurture her Immature And a Vigor to Sacrifice the Fruits of Nature Her Dreams are Curtained Behind the Window Panes And Chained into Darkness with Teary Stains Her Audacity of Giving Birth to our Family

I Can Not

I Can Not long poem

I can not move, so my inane soul Lumbering on grass bed, wonderfully separated. Above me the scorching June afternoon Tearing apart my very self, baking my budding marigolds. Mine fettered hands with numerous wants On vain quest of fetching

Freedom

Freedom long poem

Freedom, a word you can truly embrace, a lot don’t have freedom and wish they could have a taste. Everyone wants freedom, and want it with a passion, while freedom can come in every shape, form and fashion. Like the

We Could…

We Could... ode

You could be my husband, I could be your wife. Could do things for one another, which our significant other, finds so out of sight. You could play the guitar, or dance for me. I would be put in a

So Tiered

So Tiered long poem

I tried, I tried And everything I do my mind goes back to you All the things you said drove me mad They made me feel miserable and sad But it’s not like my life depended on you Yet still

Moon Is On Wane

Moon Is On Wane short poem

The full Moon is on wane Shedding her last attic glory on Earth And every aspects of Earth’s being Scorched too much in blazing Sun, Enjoying the Moonshine bath like budding spinsters Drenching in swelling teenage mirth. The air is

Our Best Friend

Our Best Friend prose poem

The lubricant of all human interactions Calming the storm brewing in my teacup Hurling me out of the dangerous explosions That will tear me into a million little shards “Excuse me, what did you say?” Is the caution phrase Something

The Road I Had Taken

The Road I Had Taken short poem

The road I had taken Is the road of uncanny hour, Darkness of gloom beheld by lonely church spire Walks with mine fragile feet in most mystic manner. Steps that I had started in most casual space Have no anxiety

Birth Of A Star

Birth Of A Star short poem

Well and here I am in New York City Looking like I just stepped out of Vogue And the confidence I display screams GQ In these and those studio photos and Many high fashion magazines then it’s off To Hollywood

The Girl Ineed

A girl I need, just for a girl, not as a boy, As I know what a boy behaves like; Not as a mother to chase me With a cane in her hands, To repeat the dos and don’ts; Not

The Flower Shows

The Flower Shows elegy

We are not mere sepals, petals, and pollen-grains As scientists view us under their microscopes, But a flower, with all faculties of beauty and life, A full bloomed blossom, the expectations and fulfillment, The long cherished dreams of a plant