Love Poems About Suit or Suit Love Poems
by Anais Vionet |
Categories: 11th grade, care, christmas, feelings, holiday, humor, teen,

Old Fashioned Christmas

It’ll be an old fashioned Christmas,
with Santa due down the chute.
I bet he Purells his reindeer, 
and Lysols his hazmat suit.

It’s an old fashioned Christmas.
We’ll all have on our masks,
and our muffled yuletide carols,
will be just like seasons past.

We’ll observe all the guidelines.
We’ll eat six feet apart.
We’ll have disinfectant under the mistletoe,
and keep safety in our hearts.

Sure, it’s an old fashioned Christmas.
One unique to the times.
The love this year might be careful,
but the feelings are genuine.

by Victor Buhagiar |
Categories: lost love,

The Black Tear Version Two

Mascara black tear fell as she looked on the silent man stretched lifeless in a cask full suit he loved for years. Pale lips smiling. She will never feel those soft lips again.
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by Nigel Fawcett |
Categories: introspection, love, on writing and words

Tailored Words

In the dark light of this winter morn, I see
The clothes that I am expected to wear
(Though, maybe, the fault of illusion lies with me)
From overuse, have become threadbare

        Nothing there…

In a cloak of blue, I steal through these lanes
Measuring myself, roughly, for something new
A suit of humour, to cover my pain
A coat of hope, to stop the doubt shining through

        Do not fit true…

This protective subterfuge cannot last long
So, with the aura of my old hide, around me spread
(Without my own skin I feel so wrong)
In this cloth that is woven from transparent thread

        Words, unaltered, from my head…must soon be said…


by Line Gauthier |
Categories: death, loneliness, lost love,

Fr - Bonne Nuit

je regarde
une dernière fois
ta photo
en touchant l’urne
avant d’éteindre la lumière
et comme à tous les soirs
je te dis bonne nuit
mon chéri
je t’aime

ce silence impitoyable
qui suit
il faudra apprendre
à l’apprivoiser



Translated from my poem GOOD NIGHT

posted on May 15, 2021

by Lin Lane |
Categories: flower, love,

Forget Me Nots

Such sweet little wildflowers
Shades varied in tones of blue
Growing along stream's bower
Softly kissed by morning dew.

Near such stream, a besotted knight
Walked with his lovely fair maiden
In suit of armor, he met his plight
In his hand, forget-me-nots laden.

Legend has it he fell in the river
Still holding on to his fragile gift
Tossed, the flowers he was to give her
A clenched hand was all he could lift.

As a symbol of faithful love so true
Forget-me-nots grow in early Spring
I will offer some I'll pick for you
When on my knee, I offer you a ring.

by Arturo Michael |
Categories: freedom, humanity, love,

Set Your Spirits Free

THE    "YOU"

Can RUN but NEVER Hide

If LIVING in the Eye of the STORM

Then DANGER'S at ALL Sides


ONLY    "YOU"

NO One Else the Fault to BLAME

If YOU Dress the MIRROR to SUIT your Needs

CLOWNS would Laugh themselves to SHAME


It's "YOU"

The DEEDS You Do SHAPE the FACE of TIME

If YOU Seek "ANSWERS" Blowing in the Wind

Then, Lay down AUTUMN LEAVES of Wine 


SIMPLY "YOU"

Where there're No WINGS Will One Day FLY

Sculpture A FUTURE beyond the EARTH and SKY

VIRTUALLY  "YOU" will Never DIE


"YOU"

Be ALL the "YOU" that YOU can BE

REMOVE the CHAINS and REACH for the STARS

"SET YOUR SPIRITS FREE"

by Phillip Garcia |
Categories: daughter, love, poetry,

Naomi's Mom and Dad

When mom, Naomi, was your mom not quite,
she was a barista at the Starbucks
just blocks away from where your thunderstruck
dad used to curse the name whose will to write
mistreated sonnets never metered right. 
In those days, my daughter, a word like schmuck
would suit your father, quite determined luck,
not talent lacked, should bear the blame for shame
that came from lameness littered kiddy rhyme.
But, with each finished turd, your dad (undeterred)
would march to Starbucks like he’d made a name,
and talk to mom, who taught me, overtime,
love and beauty’s praise are sonnets’ preferred.

by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories: 10th grade, 11th grade, 12th grade, 6th grade, 7th grade, 8th grade, 9th grade,

I Am a Booby

My best feature by far, my bright azure feet.
A mating dance star, prowess cannot be beat.
South American bird, wing span of five feet.
My diving is absurd. Snow white breast is neat.
A morel mushroom head, strutting brown feathers.
Seventeen years of stead, love Pacific weathers.
Three hundred and thirty feet, of dive cannot be beat.
Do not need wet suit or any kind of scub-y.
I am the blue-footed booby.

by Besma Riabi Dziri |
Categories: allah, beauty, flower, god, growth, inspiration, rose,

Ceaseless Flow and Ebb

Blessings from God granted with love and grace
forever grateful whatever we face.

As one is trapped into the Whole Heart Web
self and soul in a ceaseless flow and ebb.

Beauty and beast in fairy tales have peace
tender and tough feelings, no life of ease.

As rocks, into the heart, bring nature’s wealth
flowers magic in prairies not in stealth.

What is in your life a rock and a root
give one's all to merit, the gem, and suit.

Journeys into Life just to taste and Be
growing with Light and bittersweet honey.

As Nabis impassion hearts when they preach
the reed enchants avid souls beyond reach.


April 13th, 2019

by Edgelord Pingas69 |
Categories: depression, loneliness, lonely, sin, woman,

Pretentious Poem 1

Boiling shells crack down hard upon raining rooftops
None doth any apparitional material cover upon her arrogant gift
She hast not laid down upon her last upstanding
Glass convails images of the inconceivable 
Throwing away the Sun in blackened sickness 
No guilt, no shame, 
Unfeeling the inevitable eternal despisement 
Swarms choking the insides with a blanket
They whisper in your ear "I love you"
They grant you no delegable antidote
Pig-wrapped in a wasteful pursuit of carnal futility
Living out the rest of days hollow 
Old and carolled she slips on the filth of plastic suit
No, she won't live that long 



(Originally Written 3/20/2019)

by Gu Jendayi |
Categories: 12th grade, allusion, beautiful, destiny, longing, love, meaningful,

You Deserve

Hey Gorgeous Being
You deserve to breathe easy
You deserve amazing food
You deserve love
What is Below, is Above

You deserve heaven
Bread that's leavened
Butter, Love, Honey, Fruits
Shade - only from trees
With deep roots
You deserve a Groot
A nice sharp suit!
Warm, Yummy soup
An awesome pair of Boots!

You deserve Gold
Agriculture... Flowers, vegetables fresh from the ground, 
Fruits off the vine, 
Geometry in language, 
528Hz, 888 Hz...

You deserve Love
Pure as your heart
My Gorgeous Being...

And you will get what you deserve

by Melani Udaeta |
Categories: confidence, emotions, feelings,

Painted Scissors

I just want to be me, free to exist,
rest knowing everything inside is seen;
The somber parts also need to be kissed,
if it's love then there is no in between;

Really, can't I simply be who I am? 
Tired of only being half a vision;
Start to feel better in this skin then bam!
Intrusive thoughts offer no solution;

Snipping at whatever doesn't suit you
little did you know it always grows back;
What's bitter will bleed bona fide and true;
It's a vibe when you linger in the black;

Cutting into me I don't need sutures,
do not conform me with painted scissors.

by Poet Destroyer A |
Categories: abuse, anti bullying, best friend, clothes, fashion, mentor, slam,

Enemy Wear

"Enemy Suit"

If you are my online styling enemy, 
Then I love you more than poop and snakes combine 
I'd pray to God, every night, 
'Ask him to fill your room with termites 
Once in a while, I'd ask him to give you grace 
In hopes today, you don't expose the green monster face 
Enough said for the time to be.

To:
My dearest enemy, my mentor
I want you to know, you taught me well
Tonight I Will Put On My Enemy's Clothes
And I'll be the fake friend that hugs you
 

Hugs, Hugs, Love, Love Linda

by Shans Priya |
Categories: friendship, slam, me, me,

Miss Friend

I LIKE TO BE AT SCHOOL
THE REASON IS THAT YOU

YOU MADE ME THE COPY OF YOU,SEE
THE LOVE FROM YOU WAS SO FREE

OUR FRIENDSHIP DEPTH IS HIGH
CAN CROSS EVEN THE SKY

YOU WERE THE SILKY DAISY
FOR MEE TO SMILE EVERYDAY

YOU WERE THE MILKY MOON 
FOR ME TO WALK SAFELY AT NIGHT

YOU WERE THE CLASSY TUNES
WHICH SUIT ON MY EVERY MOOD

YOU WERE THE SCARY MOVIE
WHEN I'M ALONE IN HOME

YOU WERE THE STUDY PARTNER
WHO GOSSIPS RATHER READING

TOU HAVE BEEN STINGY LORD
FOR ME TO KNOW THA VALUE OF BUCKS

THIS MAYBE THE END OF THE POEM
NOT THE END OF OUR FRIENDSHIP...

by Dorian Petersen Potter |
Categories: blessing, faith, god, inspirational,

Believe In Yourself -Butterfly Suit

~Believe In Yourself~ (Butterfly Suit) Set new goals for you Believe dreams too Best to come Have faith And hope Be strong Don't give up Live confident Thru life love laugh dance. Life is just too short Sometime distort But live it With grace And faith Review Keep balance Do best you can Listen God with heart. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2012
May.08.2015 Footnotes: The " Butterfly poem" is a style created by Michael Degenhardt.

by Jan Allison |
Categories: clothes, humorous, , cute,

Who Is Your Neighbor- For Contest

I espied him in his designer suit Such a looker, he’s REALLY cute This morning he waved and shot me a grin Oh how I would love a date with him Think I’ve managed to catch his eye Got my heart set on a handsome guy I knocked on his door …he was wearing a dress I just stood there gawking I must confess! Just who is my neighbour - I’m not so sure But any dream of romance was premature! Contest Who is my Neighbour Sponsor Mystic Rose 09~03~15

by Kim Robin Edwards |
Categories: humorous, nostalgia,

I Love Being Naked

I love being naked.
Taking my panties off, 
and throwing them in the corner.
Taking my BVDs off, 
and heaving them across the floor.
I love being naked.
No t-shirts on, no blue jeans on, 
no under garment to wear.
Just the bare necessties.
Just me, myself and I, standing
all alone in my birthday suit.
I love being naked.
Absolutly, no clothing over my body whatsoever.
My body bursting with action.
Waiting to get a sun tan.
Waiting to quiver in the shower.
Waiting for soap to go all over.
I love being naked.

Will somebody please throw me a towel? 

Naked Poem by Kim Robin Edwards.
Copyright 2005,2014..ALL Rights Reserved.

by Daniel Foster |
Categories: happiness, health, hope, inspirational, life, love, mystery, nature, peace, seasons, uplifting

Sol

As sun peeks from scattering clouds,
nature follows suit as all gets bright.
And with plants reaching up to golden halos,
animals appear and bask in its silky delight.
Such is her smile after a cloudy and misty day,
refreshing and eternal as sol's awakening.

by Patrick Cornwall |
Categories: introspection, me,

Crook

You stole my laughter and hid it well under layers of concrete

I used a jackhammer to release them and with care

Moses was our traffic cop and we floated in opposites

Our love was stricken and the wind blew us like lonely chimes

I was your orphan taken back as a suit that won't fit

I am not a fool but was

How dos it feel on your tower

Can you see me and my clear eyes

The laughter has come back to visit

Sometimes I ride it as the sea we loved

But Moses wags his finger at me and I am reminded

by Jeralyn Tolliver |
Categories: deep, feelings, peace,

A Silent Relationship

Like a wave on a rock, the hushing noise of the water hitting the stone formations, my love for you was rushing through my consciousness. I could feel the warmth of your body next to mine, as I slowly caressed your face in the darkness. You were at peace like the rushing noise of the ocean hitting the rocks, and I followed suit. You lied there dreaming of whatever, while the rest of the world slept. Quietness filled the room and for the time being peace was prominent. I lied next to you thinking how lucky I was to have a precious relationship with you. I relished the moment, for it was great!

by Gordon Mcconnell |
Categories: christian, god, spiritual,

God's Chosen Vessel

God preordained  vessels for His design
before time and eternity so long ago
that He would use to suit His purpose
to do His will particularly in close align

These vessels would be earth bound people
one’s chosen in God’s sovereign plan
to carry out His words upon the earth
across the fullness of His historical span

They would walk in varieties of service
shining God’s light to all they meet
seeking to minister divine mercy and love
symbolically humbly washing each one’s feet

Spreading forth God’s truth to all the race
knowing God’s hand firmly set upon us
marked with godly hearts filled with grace
pray that each one would be a vessel

by John Fenn |
Categories: animals, confusion, funny, war

The Worlds Biggest ****

I like chickens, 
They’re cuddly and they’re cute
When I goes out on Friday night
I wears a chicken suit
People stares at me an says
“Just look at him he’s barmy”
They won’t find it so funny
When I’ve raised my chicken army
We’ll take the world by storm 
Then I won’t be the laughing stock
Surrounded by my chickens
I will be the biggest ****

I like chickens
They are my only friends
I love them all, the cockerel
The baby chicks the hens
We’ll dominate the world
And then this bird will rule roost
I’ll **** a doodle doo to give
My birds a morale boost
I’ll march upon the capital
Encircled by my flock
You’ll hear the people turn and say
“Just look at him, the ****!”

by Jared Pickett |
Categories: lovepassion,

Random Thoughts **48** Double Acrostic

**Angel Food**

Amorous glances of romance enhance 
New love.  in a heat of passion we
Gambol in our birthday suit
Ensemble... your scent wafting, 
Lilac and passion fruit, we tussle..

Felicity, love with such simplicity,
Obsession through adversity, 
Overjoyed in our continuity... a 
Delicacy, healthy like my Angel Food...


Jared Pickett
6/8/2010	
Asavvy1

by Gail Foster |
Categories: courage, england, football, hero, hope, motivation, tribute,

Gareth Southgate

I remember nineteen ninety six
like it was yesterday - the penalty
the way that Gareth kicked the ball and missed
I bet he never thought that day that he
would ever be back in the game again
his name engraved in Lions' hearts, their
lips aflame with songs of praise, and men
in waistcoat shops, and women swooning where
he might have been. You've got to love a man
who wears his pride so modestly, who's cute
who wears a new suit stylishly, who can
(if dream we dare) bring home the Cup to boot
If on that fateful day he'd walked away
we wouldn't be here, would we. Let us play.

© Gail Foster 11th July 2018

by Dorian Petersen Potter |
Categories: inspirational, self,

Believe In Yourself -Butterfly

~Believe In Yourself~ (Butterfly suit) Set new goals for you Believe it too Best to come Have faith And hope Be strong Don't give up Live with confidence Thru life love laugh dance. Life is just too short Sometime distort But live it With grace Review Keep balance Do best you can Listen God with heart. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2015 January,06,2015