Bellybutton Poems | Examples

Mothered

My mother is not a good mother
Perhaps I tried to deny such a truth at one point
Perhaps I always knew
Cruel, masochistic, benign to my every woe
I only wanted to be mothered, mother
I think I dont want a mother, anymore,
Mother?
She was never my mother
No, always but a mother to anyone else
Mother, all I wanted was to be mothered 
I only wanted you to pay attention,
To my bellybutton, mother
All I wanted was a mother, mother,
Not you.

belly button reminder

frothy fluffy frazzled fluff
lives in my bellybutton said agent ****
Frenzied frogs do not have a clue
Having no bellybutton as they grew.

My bellybutton is an instant reminder to me.
Placenta which provided nourishment to thee.
Myself and placenta attached by a fleshy cord.
Severed in delivery room by a young doctor’s sword.

Soft Tacos Supreme

Ever try eating a Soft Taco Supreme
And not appear like a glutton
With stuff squirting out all over yourself
Down to your old bellybutton

It's all about this amazing experience
Wouldn't be as enjoyable without it
So forget about all those damn cleaning bills
They're part of the joyous trip

As you chomp away with gay abandon
The messier the better, for sure
Without the mess, you ain't no aficionado
Just someone trying to act mature

Acting prim and proper when eating a taco
Has never been part of the scene
So dig right in, the messier the better
Be a proud taco eating machine

Lets Unite the World

“Let’s unite the world! “ The exuberant pretty teenager yelled.
She was shaking a yellow sign in the street. She had torn jeans.
A plethora of tattoos snaked up her arm, and her bellybutton showed.
I agree! I screamed, honking and shaking my fist.
She gave me the finger. I wondered how that united us.

“Let’s unite the world! “ The check- out lady at the grocery said.
I agree! I said with full head on enthusiasm. Shall we start with us?
She glared at me with pineapple points and said “I was talking to her”
Oh. They lady behind me.
I kept quiet after that.

“Let’s unite the world!” the mama said to her drag-queen daughter.
Her daughter laughed until she thought she would fall off the couch.
We cannot even agree backstage after a show who goes first.
Goes on stage first?
No. Who gets to leave first; no one wants to clean.

“Let’s unite the world!” the five-year-old suggested to his mama.
What a smart child she thought. He really is onto something.
Then she turned on her TV set which taught her to hate liberals.
She did not know what they were, but now she hated them.
I know because she is related to me and I am a liberal's liberal.

Hangover the Morning After the Night Before

Santa went out last night dressed as mutton.
Partied too much; was a real butt   on.
Woke with aching hangover.
Mrs. Santa, boil-over,
Threaten to punch in his bellybutton.

You need to deliver the children's toys.
Or you'll ruin the joy for girls and boys.
Sleigh and reindeer are roundup,
Leave Before children wake-up.
Santa mumbled, stop making so much noise.

Feeling awful, asked, give me till sixer.
Mrs. Santa did mix an elixir.
Santa drank till he tossed up
His cookies and liquor sup.
Weak with sore belly, sobered up quicker.


12/7/2020

Big Word Quota

My “big word” quota has been reached
Can only use little words like “pee” or “beep”
Quite a restriction
Can't use “bellybutton”
Or others like “parrakeet” or “chickenfeed”

A Day and a Life

i took
today
because
it was for
the taking

off of
work
then
realizing
this is ex

actly how i'll
be acting 
when i 
retire
for i

will wake 
when i want 
and will wait
for her bolt of
lighting to strike

my metal pole as
it's the tallest 
object sticking
up hoping for
a charge

or at least a
chance to feel
electricity reviving
me with a jolt and
being told

for she is Diosa
mi Musa and
Mistress that
commands me
that which i will

obey for her just
to say write me
write on me right
there around her
bellybutton a

tattoo in tongues
among all only
she understands
and stands to
agree

Su She

her brown skinned
body laying atop a
table top covered
by a white table
cloth but she is

naked yet dressed
as a buffet with 
delights to eat
placed like plates 
for to be self served

my finger tips imitate
chop sticks to take
the taste of her now 
noodle hair with 
seaweed eye brows

following further down
her cuisine figurine
fingering disoriented
flavors and spices 
sipping the saki shot

puddling her bellybutton
pairing with her pear
hips where sit not fig
greens but the earthy
shiso leaves that by

uncovering these find
two slices of raw tuna
sashimi dripping blow
fish soup the deadly
delicacy i immediately

drink licking her bowl
clean liking her sticky
rice inner thighs i
find no longer fingers
but my tongue turning

over the table now 
able to smell pickled
ginger and inhaling
the heat of
wasabi

Mistress

i think i
saw what
i think i'd seen
three wise men with

no clue for
they followed
a star but the star
was seen in the puddle

of a tear
in a shallow
bellybutton run
down from the high

grounds where
i found happiness is
not found in a smile or
laugh but perhaps in a pat

upon a good
dog's head being
said you did good boy
no need to salivate what

is
already
wet and getting
all the more so  so

just
lap

Alien

perhaps picking
too much it seems
my bellybutton wants
to untie itself from the in
side out but i socially have
always been an outy not in with
the in crowd though i have an inny

now too paranoid
to sleep keeping
an eye on getting
a larger gut what 
would happen if
like Houdini my
body's greatest

escape from
the binding
cord is to
burst
forth
from
self

to
set
self
free

Lint Trap

as a child 
i truly was
curious and
always did
pick things
from out my
bellybutton

then it was
the usual
not so much
such things
as sunflower
seeds or the
occasional

blueberry
but the
that
what
most
find
in an
inny

but now
older my
belly is
reverting
to the
bump
of

a baby
as is
my mind
thinking
thanking
god i
don't have

an
outy

Non Mi Toccare

i pressed your
bellybutton
like a door

bell ringing
a tickling
feeling

running
throughout
your very being

releasing spring
loaded laughter
in the form

of seeds to be
planted to 
grow

contagiously

No Special Characters

wanting
to title 
this 
as
.

but certain soup
rule "characters",
butt certainly not
caricatures, are not
allowed

no matter
how proud the 
poem speaks but
not ever never sexually
i can't express what i mean

to say about
your special
traits like
rolling
your

tongue and 
using your fingers 
to make sure your
bellybutton seems
to be speaking to me

oh so
weirdly
me not you
but when i remind
you of the fifteenth

of each month
and usually with
the lunar cycle that 
you ride as if a unicycle 
the only woman i know that

has what you
call your time of
"nostalgia" but i have
come to know your translator's
meaning then more of what you mean

The Hair Divot

after months
many moons
taking to my
hairbrush

pulling out
the hair that
my brush had 
pulled out

from my head
and beard but
what to do
with it as it

seems a waste
to throw away
so pondering
thoughts thinking

recycle

so first i tried
to be a cat and
swallow then
throw up

but
hairballs
aren't any
fun so then

drying it out
trying to 
push it in 
as if lint

into my
bellybutton
but it was 
too small so

next
puckering my
lips as to kiss
adding this

hair to where
my mustache
already
exists

it tickled
my nose
to sneeze not
wanting none

of this
so thus lit
the lightbulb
above my head

a great idea
super gluing
back where
it had 

come
from
touche
toupee

Maelstrom

i'm not
a flat earther
in fact
a fat circumfermenser

so knowing
that i try
to look
at my toes

but by gosh
by golly
i see
my belly

then also
taking in
how hairy
i am

a sinking ship
swirling down
to a not
Bermuda

triangle
but a lost
lint filled
bellybutton

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