Best Backside Poems

When I first saw you, I noticed such pain...
I wanted to meet you , and find out your name...
So nervous you stood looking around the room...
Your actions so familiar, I once was there too...
Rejected by a lover that really never understood...
Confused and trembling, once in...

Continue reading...

Killington Mountain, one of the largest Ski resorts in New England.
With its webbing of trails, dotted with colourful kaleidioscopic ski outfits;
racing to the Castle they call a Base Lodge.

My Cabin is atop a mountain across two valleys from Killington's backside
I can see the untamed, wild...

Continue reading...

Jim Steneson had a problem with gas
without warning he'd let out a blast.
The stink was obscene
folks escaped the scene
and denounced Jim as a pain in the ass....

Continue reading...

Diplomacy's reveal, the hardship of conceive,
the woman bears the fruit to birth
the man does oft deceive!

And if the altar's reached
some freedoms are impeached
although the words "I promise" do not breech!

It must be centered still
the walk within ~ I mill,
no forefront's grave portraying can fulfill!

The backside...

Continue reading...

Standing quivering
Vulnerable and still raw
Needing acceptance
Craving a glance….from you
Aching for your hello

Feeling inadequate
Fidgeting hands clamped
Eyes downward
Craving a look….from you
Longing for your hello

Heart sprinting
Pulse tap dancing
Feeling dizzy
Craving a smile…from you
Thirsting for your hello

Feeling dejected
Fearing rejection
Ducking out of sight
Seeing no smile…from you
Hiding from your hello...

Continue reading...

My movements, strange and nimble like the wind,
from where you stand must surely seem absurd;
and thus, your kind ignores my brushlike end,
instead to watch me dumbly steer a curb.

It's shameful that your eyes have been ensnared
by what you see as antics in the street.
Is not...

Continue reading...

My lover’s backside makes me weep;
I drew it from memory on the first try 
Then traced it over and over again for hours;

His backside is anguished joyous home and 
Disturbing wonder caught, entangled 
In a moment of Divine vision, Divine humor, Divine confusion;

My hands are...

Continue reading...

Used to get a whopping almost every day,
Something I did or something I’d say.
Nobody how far I ran or tried to hide,
I’d end up with a belt on my backside.
Used to blame it on some foreign lands,
President did and everybody clapped their hands,
Still no luck...

Continue reading...