Best Bareness Poems
I might forget you for a little while
but when the last desert hues of sunset roses
wrap the bareness of these arms
Out of nowhere and without reason I think of you
Darkness falls and so my tears
but then the wind wafts its zephyr breeze
and exhales away my fears
My fears,the deepest of fears I ever fear
A pearlescent moon rises above an unshaped horizon
casting its opalescent glow upon my face
making me feel your warm embrace
Silver dust descends so softly
like your lips over my skin
It confirms you've returned back
from wherever you have been
Your return brings back the melody
as you love me unexpectedly
Oh my love come close ,Come lean on me
How you make the stars hush breathlessly
Once again you play your music
on the muffled strings of my heart
Once again the fluting sound of distant birds
fulfill two souls that can never truly part
Oh my love come close ,Come lean on me
How you make the stars hush breathlessly
Still,so still they keep our secrets
and would not reveal life's destiny
Tnks for the inspiration,not for the contest
(For those who wish to participate its the contest
-'How you make the stars hush')
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Delicate amid natures bareness these dreams unfold...
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Breast to breast within passions breath, this rendezvous?!
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Embracing as wanting lips touch to invite, loves tingling desires
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Turning to face this inscription once carved, as anticipations arrival ~
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These hushed whispers in tomorrows promise; kneeling gently refined
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To taste the forbidden fruit of her gardens, temptress flesh...
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Parting the softness of enraptured as, pearls of pleasure ensue
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Caressing two hearts disrobed in sweetened, creamful sighs ~
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Dew drops clinging to the gazing forest; its blanket of bliss to fall
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As crescendo begins to paint its colours, in sixty-nine different hues...
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Silent laughter echoing in the afters, smiling, euphoric moments glow!?
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“Hushed Whispers” ~
The beauty of a flower is born in the winter.
It is there in that suffering
Amidst the bones of bareness
And the cold of snow
Stark and stretched
White as a perpetual desert
It is there
Where the flower finds its seed
Where red is drawn as deep as lava
And the scent as sweet as cidered apple.
It is there
Not dug from the frozen root
Of Earth
But bloomed from the blood
Of the our imagination
Beyond from where the bleak hovers
And sorrow
Sinks
It is there
Where the soul flinches and leaps
To the distant
Faint
But familiar light of being re-born.
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Gliding joyfully through pleasures dens place; adorned afresh in her lovely bareness
Natures sweet child; the lady of my dreams this woman that, I adore; such purity
Lying afore the fireshearth parting, her long silkened legs; she always knows...
Softly with a smile and her breast, rising amid this familiar desire; her beauty ~
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...“The Maiden, of My Love” *
Gazing lovingly upon her velvets
Beautiful heart shaped glass
Searching about the vanity's
Disclosing drawer and a brush
Gliding it sensually through
Her cascadings golden hair
Mesmerized as joy fills my eyes
Once more; such beauty her light
Giggling while turning knowingly
Amid her silkened bareness
Cherries set in firm atop, soft
Voluptuous vanilla breast
Swaying gently fragrants perfect
Hourglass afore that my heart
Timeless this love's windless
Chills caressing my spirit
Left drifting inside these her
Spellbinding, oceans painted eyes.
I think I shall never see the beauty
In absurdity of human bareness.
The aide in whom God entrusted duty
Of our design was quite inept, I’d guess.
The feline form was designed to impress,
With fur coats adapting to the weather.
No bird is pretty without a feather.
God saw the bad results in time to say,
We should give to man a coat of leather.
We’ll hire fashion designers right away.
I don’t go to the beach just for the sight
Of man or woman in bare essentials.
They may be young enough to look all right.
Others should wear clothing and credentials.
Parts of us should stay as confidentials.
Ruben’s nudes are ridiculed as fatter
Than savory pork served on a platter.
In public keep your clothes on if you don’t
Want to be dubbed crazy as mad hatter.
Stay safely home if nudity’s your wont.
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Gazing upon her heart shaped glass...
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While searching through the vanities disclosing drawer to find
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A brush to run through the cascading of her golden hair
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Mesmerized as joy fills my eyes once more; such beauty ~
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Giggling, as she turns knowingly amid her lovely bareness...
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Cherries set in firm atop her voluptuous vanilla breast
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Gently swaying this hourglass afore my heart; so timeless these
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Loves windless chills caressing my spirit left, drifting inside ~
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Her spellbinding, oceans painted eyes...
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...“Magical Moments”
Deserving all deserts and worth all worths,
My love is admiration’s mirrored whole,
A shadowed shade whose forms do form rebirths,
I’m boldly uncontrolled in her control.
A burning nymph who’s in all fairness fair,
My love’s accounted without frankness frank,
To stress distress she counts my bareness bare
And burns my ardor with a rankness rank.
To hold and not be held is wealthless wealth,
To see and not be seen is sightless sight,
To cure and not be cured is healthless health,
To love and not be loved is lightless light.
A crisp and charming cat sans coyness coy,
My love’s a lifeless life and joyless joy.
I walked the graveyard of my mind last night,
I saw many people sleeping tight,
I saw the ones that made me smile,
I saw the ones, who were part of my biggest trials,
I saw the failures of my past,
I saw the sorrow of a childhood gone to fast,
I saw the liars, who stole from me,
I saw the heathens, who would never be free,
I saw the chameleons trying to blend in with the bareness
And vulnerability of winter trees,
I saw all those who listened
Yet silenced my innocent pleas,
But then I saw amazing grace,
Shimmering under a mercy tree,
I realized that all of those stones
Had made me what I was called to be,
Each plot was responsible for a certain quality in me,
Allowing me to be able to identify
With others drastically,
I saw the days of evil tightly bolted down,
I saw clarity, which was once lost
Now completely found,
I saw the pages turn
As the past had been burned,
I saw God's presence filling up
Every area where I yearned,
I saw a radiant light pointing far ahead,
Directing me out of my mind
Resurrecting all that was dead,
I saw those doors to that cemetery close tight,
As I continued towards what was bright,
I felt an unusual grin,
Overwhelm me from within
I saw an extraordinary flower,
Come forth with might and power.
By: Sabina Nicole
6/20/11
The heart sheds its own tears
Sorrowed by life’s unfairness
As the hazy mist clears
Anguish carries stark bareness
Brokenness, deep despair
Hope hanging slim by a thread
Loneliness, hard to bear
Happy face masks are soon shed
The heart has its own fears
Borrowed from life’s fickleness
Pain that gently appears
Testament to brittleness
Wretchedness, feeling lost
How long this wait for true love?
Dreariness dressed in frost
Life goes on without a shove.
06.05.2021
An adolescent dawn, an adult noon,
an elderly twilight, an ageless dusk…
I wonder why in the decreasing Moon
I love you love when I am a bit brusque
with you. Your acquiescence, your retreat,
your sweet participation in the crime
against morality tempts me to treat
you like you do deserve: to pick up rhyme
with your obedience, to find the most
salacious likeness which is not enough
to properly describe your innermost
enigma of the lust. Oh, how I love
your shameless bareness, your exposed moles
and the increasing Moon when we swap roles.
At times we neglect the beauty
of the bareness or the roots
because we want fragrance of the
flowers or taste the first fruits.
But what is important is THE MOMENT
There is only one heaven
And it lives here in THE MOMENT only.
No regret of the past or worry of the future
It is in this power of the moment
That all our life begins.
The only place we can change
The state we are in.
It starts from within
By living this moment
Where life always begins.
Sometimes we miss the silence
that says more than any words
because we want to hear the
noise that leaves our senses blurred.
So catch and kiss this moment,
it will never come again.
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December 27, 2014
Form: Free Verse
Dr. Ram Mehta
Contest: In the moment by P.D.
Infertility
If anyone told me that one day I would grow to hate you id say that it was a lie,
If anyone told me that one day id see you and feel sick to my stomach
and right then and there just want to collapse and die,
I would say it was a lie.
I hate you,
You remind me of everything that I don’t have
The most precious thing to me,
You remind me
every time I see you
that I don’t have a family.
I used to love you,
I used to love you when you reminded me,
That I was young and free
And that I could be like that for as long as I wanted to be.
But now,
You remind me
Of infertility,
You remind me of my bareness
Of yet another unsuccessful pregnancy.
Instead of morning sickness I get PMT
I’m 32 years old
This is not how my life is meant to be,
So for this fact I hate you with a passion that burns from deep down inside of me,
I hate you because every time you turn up unexpectedly
My husband is one step closer to leaving me.
If anyone told me that one day I would grow to hate you id say that it was a lie,
If anyone told me that one day id see you and feel sick to my stomach
and right then and there just want to collapse and die
I would say it was a lie.
Different flowers,
White, blue, pink and red.
They all receive rain showers
And grow astoundingly on flower bed
Charming rose buds
Coming from different bulbs.
Charming blossoms,
Hiding the bareness of the soil.
Competing with their beauty.
Carnations, sweet peas, lotuses,
Lilies, daffodils, poppies and
Daisies. Oh! what a sweet smell!
From the isle of sweet William.
Last night, I requested a quiet storm;
defining it to be the paradise of cooperation without suspicion.
I pressed play and she agreed to join in this equation
we attempted to be, briefly and ever so flowing.
I must admit, we were not our suppressed forms of the day,
the suit and skirt majored in dollar signs, deprived of lustful bareness.
And yet the moon promised to compliment the sky in memory
of our slow drag these previous hours.
I recall the bass as ever so tempting, a taboo persuasion;
she swayed in imitation of the smoothest crime to guide
through these guilty hands.
Two hours into symmetry, the portrait of sweaty candles
and the common skip of track six were indeed familiar. The faint and
exhausted sight of pearls settled at our feet, as the ordinary
and mundane cease to exist; only the mark of flesh was left to adorn.
How sweet the hours have come to be,
as the cherry pie has not forgotten that first time, another time that never shuffles.
Still, tattoos such as last night keep matrimony afloat. As the crown of Sirius
edged through the window pane, there laid a Queen’s descent into a state of peace;
and dare I not disrupt this one flesh by refusing to retire the night myself.
So I said good night with the ease of chemistry.
Other motions of this earth…may now continue.