Best Bare Breasted Poems
She stands before me bare-breasted
My zest, in her, is not vested
She's in my mirror
As though a horror
Stares as a witch, not well rested...?
Categories:
bare breasted, fun,
Form:
Limerick
Fannie Strumpet is a flatulent floozy
With each wiggle her rump lets out a doozy
She blows out so much gas
Foul vapor from her a$$
It's asphyxiating and makes me woozy
Fannie lets 'em rip without hesitation
When I point a finger in accusation
She points hers back at me
and laughs saying, "Phew Wee!"
I'm tempted to enact strangulation
I threatened to have the woman arrested
Indecently walking around bare breasted
She farted in my face
Through her panties of lace
I think I was infected and molested
One night Fannie was with a man she'd just met
When she tooted he left, much to her regret
Rectal fumes exploded
He screamed, "You're corroded!"
Her tail expels toxins like a gas jet
Fannie saw a doctor of proctology
She farted without making an apology
She disgusted him so
He said, "Madame, just go.
You're a noxious threat to world ecology!"
I don't fear being assaulted by her smut
She was sued; the case was open and shut
The streets no longer stink
Cuz Fannie's in the clink
For hiding lethal weapons in her butt
October 1, 2021
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Categories:
bare breasted, funny,
Form:
Limerick
~~~~true story~~~~
Is it still indecent exposure
if a spider is to blame?
I guess it sounds like an excuse,
I guess it sounds quite lame
but when it landed in my bra
I cared not where I was at.
Off came the top with all exposed
and I guess that was that.
I hope I didn't traumatize
anyone who may have seen
this startled, bare-breasted woman.
I know it may have seemed obscene.
But I do loath all spiders
and I'd do it again I know
if another landed in my bra
and I wouldn't care who sees the show.
17/07/2015
Categories:
bare breasted, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
Lady Godiva wasn't trying to be cute
When she went for that ride in her birthday suit.
It was her husband's taxes she protested,
All butt naked and bare-breasted,
She only did as he'd suggested, so any argument was moot.
The townsfolk of Coventry were warned not to peek,
And no lecherous looks at the lady to seek.
But one sneak did succumb,
Later called "Peeping Tom",
And was struck blind and dumb 'cause his morals were weak.
When Lady G. returned home, she re-braided her tresses,
Re-robed and prepared for her hubby's redresses.
But he didn't rebuke her for going out starkers
Or for publicly displaying bush, bum, and knockers,
And, though truly chagrined, he rescinded his taxation excesses.
Categories:
bare breasted, history, humor,
Form:
Light Verse
She is not just images of starving children with bellies bloated with air
She is not just dry faces and tattered clothes with flies circling her hair
She is not just voodoo priestesses
drinking the blood of a fowl
She is not just heartless warmongers
who shoot the innocent down
She is not just an impoverished land consumed by HIV and AIDS
She is not just a late night TV ad
requesting 15 cents a day
She is not just bare breasted mothers carrying infants across her back
She is not just corrupted dictators
and genocidal maniacs
She is not just elongated necks
adorned with rings
She is not just lip plates
and other "unnatural things"
She is not just steamy jungles
overrun with apes
She is not just shabby huts
all in disarray
She is not just Sarafina
or the miniseries Roots
She is not just hotel Rwanda
or Shaka Zulu
What she is, and will always be,
is the mother of civilization,
creator of humanity.
Categories:
bare breasted, africa, culture, race,
Form:
Free verse
Jamaica, Jamaica, Jamaica now day comes bright
Her white dress lifted over blue legs of mountains
Marbled to the sky. It drank diamond littered night
Leaving nothing but an empty cup, where fountains
Of rivers use to full the bosom of the sea with milk.
I stand under the otaheite apple tree to hear moans
Of things passionate to born again, gossamer silk
Upon the floor, bodies burning with heat: love atones
Best for those surrendered in faith to work and wait
The second coming of the vision and brotherly hail
In rumbles of joy the cart brimmed and keeping faith
Where no bride shows yet, the altar stark and pale.
The virgin honeysuckle bleeds its succulence into joy
And the hummingbird dances irreverently. I'm in love
The way I was before, cupboards bare breasted ploy
Making erect my patriotism. Melted silver from above
Plow the puddles like ancient rain, sperming the seeds
To yield, and yield against the litany of prayers sent
Jamaica, Jamaica, Jamaica aggression to nothing leads
When the bed is fragranced with grass and a condiment
Of everlasting hope. Hard as lignum vitae wood I rise
To embrace my destinyy from you, the solemn wise
Categories:
bare breasted, nostalgia,
Form:
Verse
Honey, I love you so much,
Your body is my beloved.
Your soft breasts filled with love and romance,
Go on alluring!
Your deep seductive curves
Steal my eyes all the time,
Are so so enthralling!
Your magical beauty which could even surpass that of Venus,
So so fascinating!
Your dark and deep eyes are so much enticing!
You are the queen of passion,
When you are bare breasted,
You just steal
My attention!
Your adulation is my strongest obsession,
Your broad hips and slender waist are my everlasting compulsion,
Oh Darling, you are my never-failing motivation.
You are so much loved,
Your body is the temple that is my beloved!
Categories:
bare breasted, crush, emotions, fantasy, hyperbole,
Form:
Rhyme
for Eric Mottram
"Nur wenn das Herz erschlossen,
Dann ist die Erde schön."
Goethe.
I
An important thing in living
Is to know when to go;
He who does not know this
Has not far to go,
Though death may come and go
When you do not know.
Come, give me your hand,
Together shoulder and cheek to shoulder
We'll go, sour kana in cheeks
And in the mornings cherry sticks
To gum: the infectious chilli smiles
Over touch-me-not thorns, crushing snails
From banana leaves, past
Clawing outstretched arms of the bougainvilias
To stone the salt-bite mangoes.
Tread carefully through this durian kampong
For the ripe season has pricked many a sole.
II
la la la tham'-pong
Let's go running intermittent
To the spitting, clucking rubber fruit
And bamboo lashes through the silent graves,
Fresh sod, red mounds, knee stuck, incensing joss sticks
All night long burning, exhuming, expelling the spirit.
Let's scour, hiding behind the lowing boughs of the hibiscus
Skirting the school-green parapet thorny fields.
Let us now squawk, piercing the sultry, humid blanket
In the shrill wakeful tarzan tones,
Paddle high on.the swings
Naked thighs, testicles dry.
Let us now vanish panting on the climbing slopes
Bare breasted, steaming rolling with perspiration,
Biting with lalang burn.
Let us now go and stand under the school
Water tap, thrashing water to and fro.
Then steal through the towkay's
Barbed compound to pluck the hairy
Eyeing rambutans, blood red, parang in hand,
And caoutchouc pungent with peeling.
Now scurrying through the estate glades
Crunching, kicking autumnal rubber leavings,
Kneading, rolling milky latex balls,
Now standing to water by the corner garden post.
Categories:
bare breasted, political, water, water,
Form:
Free verse
An abundance of zips, leather and whips,
Full length tatoos and piercings through lips,
Above and below, some off, some on show,
The next time the ball's on you really should go.
How delightfully they serve, to those with the nerve,
The passions and dreams of the discerning perve.
See the waxen legged man in stilletoed high heel.
And the bare breasted woman who wants you to feel.
Try the electric charged probe, come on have no fear,
It's so de rigeur, cat whips were last year.
Genitalia of all forms, sex and size,
Is flashed at the bash, it's a treat for the eyes,
So come one, come all to the grand rubber night,
Leave your worries behind have a sensory delight.
It's nice, naughty fun for one, three or two,
You'll see me there naked - I'd love to see you!
Categories:
bare breasted, funny, happiness, people
Form:
Couplet
He texts fantasy,
Day in and day out.
That’s his “thing”,
Mobile romance,
Coming soon … to …
A screen near you!
Blonde, brunette, fantasy
With the same theme;
He wants YOU bare-breasted -
Under lace, silk or cotton,
Blouses … transparent -
Black, cream or white,
It’s a very public display.
Just a bare breasted game,
It’ll make you feel beautiful,
When he whispers,
Be my woman, because …
You know you’re not the same
As the others,
Before … that he’s tested for
Mistress.
You’ve got the flying
Colours,
And you’re his best -
Witness; plus
You have beautiful
Breasts
And that’s his number one best.
This … Is love,
This,
He whispers,
Is how I love you.
Be loved,
Woman,
Be loved.
Categories:
bare breasted, addiction, body, crazy, devotion,
Form:
Free verse
MEGALITHIC TREES AND US
IN VIRGINIA WINTER
The inclemency of winter
has stripped the towering trees
of their peacock foliage of fall;
gravity sucking them back
to the womb that gave birth
to their bare breasted branches.
Yet these pompous zombies of nature
stand poised like wooden megaliths
winking and smiling at the sun
peeking through stilled clouds
lingering in stolen spaces between
shades of blue and gray chilled skies.
In the irony of this scene’s prelude
to nature’s power of resurrection,
we stoked the hungry fire and fed it
another log; and warming away the cold,
we waited with the trees to greet the coming snow.
Categories:
bare breasted, beauty, inspiration, january, nature,
Form:
Prose Poetry
The Only Star For Me
It’s my corner coffee shop, Starbucks
The cheer starts here with hot coffee
I’ll get yours, it’s nothing, awe shucks
A home away from home, my family
A blended Frappuccino, at lunch to boast
Make it a Sumatra Arabica venti
Fresh whole coffee beans dark roast
Patrons on Laptops, their cup’s never empty
Macha Latte hot tea, sweet and uplifting
Named after Starbuck, the first mate in Moby Dick
Originally intended on naming the coffeehouse Pequod
after Ahab’s whaleship, the name would not stick
At the brand’s core is the Starbucks siren, odd
The bare-breasted, two-tailed mermaid but
was intended to be as seductive as their coffees
Based on an old sixteenth-century Norse woodcut
The Seattle’s Pike Place logo evolved in the seventies
They unveiled a cleaner image of the mermaid
She was updated, cropped, and repositioned,
so that only above the navel is displayed
Categories:
bare breasted, addiction, appreciation,
Form:
Rhyme
Bare breasted and blond
Back drop of the moon
In stretched out vista
Silken skin bloom
Body so perfect
Trimmed and serene
Captures imagination
Wanting dream
Blond hair splayed
Caught by the breeze
Like tentacles of want
My heart aches to please
To be in her presence
Wrapped up in her mane
Close to her heart
Delightful remain
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love5.php
Categories:
bare breasted, friendship, girlfriend-boyfriend, hope, love,
Form:
Rhyme
We held the hills together
Like a little nub of pencil
Then we fell apart
To write our disparate lives with each broken heart
I read your story in shady nights
Under bare breasted street lights
Fall like a dagger on my thread
Of redemption left leaves rotting here
I knot the pieces of my emotion
Around our innocense so full of dread
That I read and fled
Our beginnings bare as rocks and slippery too
The net got you
Lingering among the fallen ladies
You were swept up tearlessly in the eddies
I remember you always and prayerfully
Wiping your memory with tears
I found in a barren place of lonely beauty
Categories:
bare breasted, teen,
Form:
Verse
Twice I have taken in the delights of Paris
And on one of those occasions
I visted the Louvre
And strode the hallowed vista hall's
Besieged by an insurmountable
Pieces of Historical works of Art
In order to eventually kneel before
The very feet of the Classical Mona Lisa
And I wish I could tell you I was moved
But sadly I regret I was not
As it resides at the end of a very long tour
Of many more impressive painting's
Expressing the futility of some or other foreign War
Pestilence and Famine
Raping and Pillaging
Of Villages and Bare Breasted Women
Portraits of Royal Kings and Noble Men
We were taught about in History Class
But could for the life of us name
While the rest of them are dedicated to God
Like those i found in Rome
Emblazoned on the Dome
By Michaelangelo
Opon the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel
I fear I must admit when it comes to art I grapple
To feel what others see as somehow supernatural
I place more faith and love
In the structures and architecture
They are now kept beneath
And whose Beliefs they were built upon
And how they were paid for ?
And at what Human Cost?
Maybe the Art my Soul and Heart has craved
Resides inside the gates of the Holiest of Holy City's
Maybe there I shall experience
My New Jerusalem
By Dawns early light
Amen
Categories:
bare breasted, art,
Form:
Free verse