Bare(A) Poems - Poems about Bare(A)

...A fire rises in the pit of the gut— and I forget myself. At the grey langur’s door, I give up. I cut my hair, dance bare in the Bhadra rain. Who am I? I ask myself, again and again. Fro......Read the rest...

...Please. Please — (I ache desire) …So Let us drop our clothes to dress the floor And breathe a pause in our dance of alluring To flavor the anticipation With our eyes reflection ......Read the rest...

...What brings you back, O Sailor from journey— Coffers of golden words of poetry, Or precious pearls, nuggets from depth of sea? I’d gone to explore once as an old man, Rudderless, and with nothi......Read the rest...

... Oh, the beauty found in this tender race, When walls crumble, revealing its truest face, With all the wrinkles in its right place The raw, the fragile, and all the flaws we now love more. Bu......Read the rest...

...When I do a twist, I don’t make a fist. Instead I spread my palm. And feel the calm. I’m outside, but not sitting. Bare feet are quite fitting. To sense the earth. A sense of peace I unearth. ......Read the rest...

...Naked skin and sweet, Laying bare in your embrace. Another kiss; love.......Read the rest...

... You're a cannibal, baby, consuming pieces of my heart, chewing on my frailty, and tearing me apart, You're a scavenger, baby, overhead with your eyes honed, peeling layers of my flesh......Read the rest...

... I had a dream, it was risqué Read on if you dare I was at a masquerade ball And all there were bare. Except for wearing masks of course No one cared at all Just got on with naked d......Read the rest...

...Vulnerable The only flower blooms in a feild of withered weeds. The wind howls a strong,violent breeze. A single drop of water drips on the desert sand. So lost and alone, just like I am. N......Read the rest...

...We met in realm not far from a dream. It started with a glimpse into a womens heart. That child like light beaming from inside. Does she know what I see? It was only a glimpse. That had me l......Read the rest...

...Few sing of raven’s ebony, Fewer still of its shining plume, The glory of her black tresses Has for long glistened my life’s gloom. Now that the dawn has turned to dusk, I’ll not talk of bower......Read the rest...

... A troubled man held a dark guarded secret Deep in a closet of his mind for years on end No one knew this hidden in his anxious soul Expect a long-trusted confidant and close friend But secret......Read the rest...

...The Flower and the Butterfly In the subtle softness of dawn’s embrace, A tender flower reclines upon her garden bed, Enshrouded in the veil of morning mist, Which caress her form like the softe......Read the rest...

...single star in sky shines brightly through bare branches on cold winter's night......Read the rest...

...From the morning papers We read the woman, a former actress who stole a prince and was hated by the kingdom is a duchess selling jam and pottery Her husband, the prince, looks bewildered  We......Read the rest...