Poetry Blogs (Fashion)
Fashion - Poem by Marie
I am a mannequin fashion me today
bend me shape me any way
Make me look like your woman
I am you mannequin I love you
look into my eyes shy blue
Take me break me into pieces
Dress me in your fancy fleeces
Show me off in any style
I have just one request
Please go with me the mile
I am your mannequin, I'm all yours
we can open many doors
do with me...
Tuesday 21st January 2020 11:02 pm
Take me back to the days of heady boutiques
Those psychedelic shades which heighten the senses
Racks of lush purple velvet, loon pants, cheesecloth, suede mini skirts
Float me to Biba, Granny Takes A Trip
Where tender darkness and patchouli wafting
Not sickly Haribo sweetness...clinging, cloying
Monday 15th January 2018 5:49 pm
When they grow up they dress in a new life:
a family of new suits and shirts to wear.
And the ties are new too.
He strides out on his new catwalk
proudly wearing his new self,
blind to the day the cloth may unravel
or fade or lose its style.
What will clothe him then?
I shall not grace his shoulders again:
I am the coat he has outworn
in my pockets are his memories...
Saturday 25th November 2017 4:17 pm
I went window shopping a couple of weeks ago, not planning on parting with any cash, but then, I saw these beauties. Three thoughts flashed in a state of instant wild excitement: 1. Starman. 2. Noel Fielding. 3. Give them to me nowwwwww! And then I thought of this - ENJOY!
I will wear them down the pub
I will shop in them at Sainsburys
I went to a book launch in them last week
Tuesday 9th February 2016 9:59 pm
How do I love my shoes?
Let me count the ways.
I love their comfort and style and price.
When my foot can slip in
when kicking out of sight
foolish Insults and remarks.
I love them for their shine
Quiet in the walking,
By sun and torch-light.
I love the comfort as men
strive for Comfort.
I love their fashionability,
as they bask In praise...
Monday 21st December 2015 9:51 pm
The fashion industry grips girls and boys in a funny spot,
Gets self hatred leaking from their mouth's like a money shot.
‘Cos there’s nothing wrong with exercise to tighten your thighs,
But there’s something wrong with drinking bleach to purify your insides.
So if we run out of cannabis,
I’ll have to handle this,
Just to release the pressure on her
With a fashion antithesis.
Friday 18th January 2013 11:29 pm
I am a fashion womble, ‘cause I like to find
clothes that the everyday folk leave behind
in charity shops. They’ve got quite a range
the vintage, the bargain, the oddball and strange:
Chenille turtlenecks that are falling to pieces,
stonewashed Wranglers with turn-ups and creases,
a Hellbunny dress that won’t fit round the middle,
a gabardine coat that smells s...
Friday 24th February 2012 9:09 am
I buy sparkly jackets to substantiate
The fact I may be interesting to talk to
‘Cause glitter makes for fancy mates
And opportunities to gawk through
I wear leather pants for reasons
Unknown to me, unknown to
Legions of Grease Fan’s nether regions
Yet Newton John pulls through.
I pledge in allegiance to large hats
That I purchase whilst very mashed
From inauspicious looking...
Monday 13th September 2010 4:11 pm