Best Bikini Poems


String Bikini Goal

Last winter's resolution gone by spring
So I never did the bikini thing

  The same five pounds
  Still hanging around

I sigh and stare at that suit made of string



Perhaps I should take a different approach
By hiring a personal trainer coach

  Jillian Michaels
  Exercise cycle

And perhaps just a dash of self reproach



I'll cram my flab into that swimsuit now
To wear it all winter I will avow

  Though it causes pain
  I'll struggle again

But by June I'll still look like a sea cow

How To Lose a Bikini

Here's a tale I've told before
From when I was a teen
The subject at the time was sore
For I caused quite a scene!

Had a brand-new bathing suit
My first bikini ever
I figured I looked mighty cute
And that was my endeavor!

Up the high dive I did go
Winking at the guys
Time to give them all a show
Bending legs and thighs

Diving off the board I went
Far as I could take it
One way my body was sent
Bikini didn't make it!

Off it flew into the air
And left a naked me
Falling to the water there
For all the world to see

So embarrassed my face was flushed
Gone was little Miss Sassy
In the water I stayed and blushed
Humiliated lassie!



** for contest "Reconsidering Laughter" sponsored by Desiree Birdseye
© Deb Wilson  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Suzy May's Bikini Mishap

There once was a buxom lass, Suzy May
Went in the sea on a hot August day
She got out, there was laughter
And all stares were upon her 
A freak wave had put her boobs on display...


Premium Member Bikini Clad Women Drive Men Mad

LIMERICKS NOT WRITTEN FOR A CONTEST

Men will slobber and drool when at the beach
Cuz bikinied women are out of reach
So eat your hearts out, men
For those girls you will yen
Fine women would consider you a leech

Men are enticed by girls with flat tummies
Though theirs are obese from eating yummies
They can keep dreaming
With beady eyes gleaming
Some of the male gender are such dummies

Men think of untying bikini strings
Of Victoria Secret girls with wings
They'd like to touch their tush
or better yet their....  shush!
Men want to do so many wicked things

Ogling girls clad in skimpy bikinis
Wishing they had three wishes from genies
Each one would be the same
Trying to UP their game
With enlargements for their teeny weenies

Turn about's always considered fair play
Many women would be glad for a lay
With a well muscled stud
Who would heat up her blood
Spendin' a lil time rollin' in the hay
© Lin Lane  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Bikini Clad Girl and Her Eagle

Bikini clad girl
Hair so blond
Brushed and stroked
By her Highland fond
 
Bikini clad girl
Skin so tanned
Scented oils
Massaged and manned
 
Bikini clad girl
In wanting touch
From her Highlander
She adores so much
 
Bikini clad girl
In loving pose
Her Eagle grows
For her garden Rose
 
Bikini clad girl
Join of their frames
Pouring of passion
Inside her rained
 
Bikini clad girl
Blushed in sync
Her Rose in bloom
The prettiest of pink
 
Bikini clad girl
So content in love
To the blue sky she looks
Her soaring Eagle above




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Premium Member Beach Bot

I went out for a walk along the beach
Didn't know that I was exposing my cheeks
Bikini bot dropped off
When I had a few coughs
Couldn't feel a thing, but I heard the loud shrieks.


Bikini

Bikini
Too much fun to wear!

Premium Member Polka Dot Bikini

cute blue bikini
bright blue with white polka dots
size twelve, thick chick kicks...

Premium Member Bikini Betty's Beef

"All a man really wants, is a girl who looks good in a bikini." 
                                                              - Jack Freestone 

Bikini Betty's Beef

A randy surfer from Malibu Crest
Untied the bikini top off of Celest
You’re my Betty let’s hang loose 
As he tried for her caboose
Celest slapped his hand away from her breast

Aloha Barney, this isn't your turf 
A lecher you are who can’t even surf 
Damn men with no brains, think again
Bet you’ve never even hung ten 
I’m not your Betty, uncool stupid Smurph
                                               by I Am Anaya

As striking as a Malibu Barbie doll
Gals in bikinis I love, summer and fall
But I'm classy and kind 
And so drawn to their mind 
That they need not wear a bikini at all
                                               by Robert Gorelick
© I Am Anaya  Create an image from this poem.

Show Me the Funny,Part Two---Tweeny's Bikini

Here's a tale I've told before
about a silly teenager.
She should have walked into a door
cos' her sense of pride was in danger.

She bought a hot pink bathing suit
with her babysitting money.
Thinking she looked pretty cute
she hoped to impress a honey.

She went to the local swimming pool
wearing this new bikini
hoping that the boys would drool
as the suit was rather teeny!

Jumping off the diving board
it happened so suddenly.
The top of the suit sailed off-oh lord!
And the "girls" were flying free!

Well she stayed in the water till time to go
then captured her top from poolside.
That girl was me I guess you know
and I had nowhere to hide!

The moral of this tale could be
pride goes before a fall.
And if you wear a teeny bikini
make sure it covers all!
© Deb Wilson  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member A Bikini Ballet

Once knew this sweetie from Malibu
Sure trade places with her, wouldn't you
Sun and sand every day
Girls doing a bikini ballet
Died and gone to Heaven, merci beaucoup


© Jack Ellison 2015

Bikini

Teensy
Weensy




~A Brian Strand Footle Finale

~Judy Konos "Footle" contest

Premium Member Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie Yellow Polka Dot Bikini

It is skimpy
But not indecent
It looks fabulous on a pre-teen
But do not get any ideas
Because that would be creepy

Old women look better in a one piece
And if they are wide they sometimes do better with a skirt
Bikinis are not for everyone
But when I see a yellow polka dotted one,
Look out.

My singing voice comes out
And I am no Brian Hyland

The Bikini

THE BIKINI
I've decided to get into shape,
Though knowing I'll never be skinny,
Would just like to lose a few pounds,
So I could wear a bright red bikini

The way to lose weight, I'm told,
Is to join a class at the gym,
After a few weeks, they're sure,
I'd be on the right track to slim
.
But I became a little skeptical
When told loose clothing to wear.
If I had any loose clothing,
I wouldn't need to be there!

The first class was absolute agony,
Perspiring and jumping around,
Then onto the treadmill I went,
Hoping I'd walk off a pound.

At last that gym class was over,
I'd really been put through a test,
With aching limbs I was thankful,
I could finally go home to rest.

Dreaming of that gorgeous bikini,
Encouraged me to lose weight,
But after gym I'd be so hungry,
I piled up the food on my plate.

After six weeks of gym classes,
That bikini might be within reach.
Weighing, I stepped on the scales,
With visions of me at the beach.

The hand of the scales moved forward,
I just couldn't believe what I saw,
Expecting to have lost a few pounds,
I weighed even more than before!

Well that put an end to my dreaming,
Of a bright red bikini on me,
It's back to my dark one-piece swimsuit,
Which covers me from neck to knee.

Copyright © Vivien Wade Sept. 15, 2013
Author of Book 'Chocolates and Chuckles'.

Premium Member Limerick: Once French Demoiselle In Bikini

Limerick: Once French Demoiselle in Bikini

Once French Demoiselle in Bikini
Lived Moulin Rouge life en catimini
Cute Eye of Hurricane
Saw through naughty Jane/Jeanne:
No use for bikini in Bikini.

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
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