Best Cellulite Poems
Be proud of your scars
oh daughter mine
now a mother of children dear
Remember the time
they suckled your breast
gorging on the food of love
Worried lines on your face
anxious frown on your brow
a love story you cannot erase.
Oh daughter mine be proud of your scars.
Pendulos breasts wear with pride
your babies now full-grown and wise.
Stretch marks remain to tell
that you carried your babies well.
Oh daughter mine be proud of your scars.
A badge of honor
that's what they are.
Thickened waist and cellulite disgust many
yet tell a story so sweet so true.
Oh daughter mine be proud of your scars.
Uptilted breasts shapely hips
elegant thighs tell a story of their own
but you gave your babies all you had
with love and tenderness.
When they're grown and gone away
you will remember them still
by the scars you bear today.
Oh daughter mine be proud
Be proud of your scars.
Categories:
cellulite, daughter, love,
Form:
Free verse
I look in your eyes
what do I see
A shell of myself
who I used to be
A minuscule fragment
of who I was before
When red carpet
stretched out across my floor
A day and time
opportunities, abundant
Long before I became
hopelessly redundant
I see an array of patches
from my many mistakes
My eyes tell a story
of painful heartaches
A veil across my skin
of wrinkles and cellulite
Shards from the past
when my future was bright
Bags under my eyes
from restless nights
Not dead, but a disgrace
I've become a blight
My once white teeth
Now a yellowish tint
Thanks to years of smoking
to relax and vent
I despise you
for what you reveal to me
You show me ugly
and how it feels to be
Unheeding of the causes
for my bruises and scars
You show only the top layer
worn and charred
You are so vain
with your spotless surface
Come to think of it
you really serve no purpose
You make people conceited
More often, depressed
It doesn't effect you at all
you feel no distress
You hold your head high
As if your invincible
No one dare break you
Superstition or principal
But I can see through
As clear as glass
You have no soul
Just useless mass
You're a thief of identities
Because you haven't, your own
No personality to claim
An ever changing clone
Not a person or a place
Just a thing
With nothing to give
Nothing to bring
There will come a day
You will shatter to pieces
Your frame will fall apart
At the perfectly painted creases
There will be no memorial
They will trash your remains
No one will miss you
A thing without a name
Categories:
cellulite, hate, image, mirror, ,
Form:
Free verse
A slight hint of consternation was in her voice,
“Why did you tell those people I’m deaf and dumb?”
“I never said you were deaf, my Dear.”
She laughed, but I kinda felt like a bum.
Hell. It was just a joke.
One evening, she asked, “Will you love me if I get chubby?”
I responded, “Of course I still love you.
It would take much more than pounds and cellulite
To make me fall out of love…it’s true.”
Hell. It was just a joke.
“Would you remarry if I die before you?” she asked.
I said, “No…probably not…I’ve been spoiled by you.”
“But you’ve been a great husband. I think you should.”
“Whatever happens, happens is the best I can do.”
“If you remarried, would you play golf with your new wife?
And would you let her use my clubs?” she demanded.
I calmly smiled and said, “Your clubs are safe.
You see, my Dear…she’s left handed.”
Hell. It was just a joke.
Then, she whined and whined about her butt.
I responded, “Want to knock some inches off that ass?
It may sound strange, but I heard it works….
Rinse all your panties in Slim Fast.”
Hell. It was just a joke.
The next day, I readied for work, took ‘undies’ from my drawer.
They were engulfed in a fog of white, why I didn’t know.
So, I asked, “Honey! Why did you put talcum powder on my shorts?”
She slyly smiled, “That’s not talcum powder. That’s Miracle Gro.”
Hell. It was just a joke....I guess.
So, what is my wife’s most endearing feature?
Her sense of humor.... there’s no doubt.
Always a smile where angst or anger might have been,
A smile I never want to be without.
Categories:
cellulite, angst, best friend, care,
Form:
Rhyme
Big Brenda knew things were not right
When she saw the rolls of cellulite
She could not disguise
The wrinkly thighs
And her hanging butt groaning with fright .
Skinny Jack just stood there and leered
It was worse than his lean frame had feared
When he sat on her lap
And had a real bad mishap
Skinny vanished .... He just disappeared .
But Weight-watchers opened her eyes
Slimmed her "Michelin" way down to size
And Skinny was found
In a wrinkle that bound
Her bum to the back of her thighs .
Inspired for Carolyn's contest .
Categories:
cellulite, funny
Form:
Limerick
Slight twitching of the toes
A shudder of the shins
The knocking of the knees
Is where it all begins
Vibration of the thighs
Through years of cellulite
Swinging of the hips
As it makes it's little trip
Grumbling of the belly
Way deep down inside
Till it moves up to the chest
To the thump of the hearts delight
Shoots straight to the brain
Where it bounces back and forth
Throughout the cracks and crevices
Till it feels it's run its course
Drops down to a lump in the throat
Giving way to speech
Spilling forth for all it's worth
In waves of poetry
Categories:
cellulite, funny, poems,
Form:
Free verse
My Interpretation Of Love:
Is being a true friend no matter what.
Is allowing yourself to love from your
soul.
Is giving of yourself self without taking.
Is being comfortable enough to bear it all
without any restrictions.
Is choosing to stay for the long haul in
spite of the imperfections.
Is learning new ways to be on a never
ending honeymoon.
Is willing to listen when you want
to run out the door.
Is embracing the good the bad and the
ugly.
Is willing to see past the wrinkles and
cellulite.
Is knowing that your heart has found a
home even in the midst of a storm.
Is not letting any outsider bring calamity
to your union.
Most of all I believe that love is all these things
and so much more.
Inspired by the “ What Is Your I Interpretation Of Love” contest
Sponsor: Bobby May
1-13-19
Categories:
cellulite, how i feel, love,
Form:
Free verse
The thing's you hate i love vice versa
To me what you see as faults
Your stretch marks , scars , cellulite
and freckles
I am unable to see when just 1 single unassuming glance or smile comes across your face then my way
Because in that moment nothing else matters
You are the beginning the end
And the jam and cream in the middle
Categories:
cellulite, love,
Form:
Free verse
C is for the Cellulite on my hips dear
A is for my Abs which got so big
R is for the Rich food I've been eating
B is for the Bingeing like a pig
O is for the Oval shape of my body
H is for the Humungous meals I eat
Y is for You telling me I'm too fat dear
D is for Down below I can't see my feet
R is for the Raisins on my sundae
A is for the Apple in my pie
T is for the Tons of stuff I've eaten
E is for the Edibles without red dye
Put them altogether they spell CARBOHYDRATE
They can make you physically unfit
So, I am sitting here and wondering
Just how many are in my banana split.
Categories:
cellulite, funny, health,
Form:
Rhyme
I look in the mirror and what do I see
Cellulite and stretch marks
Body perfect, that is me
I turn to the left and then to the right
My butt is way too big
But my tummy gave me a fright
I laughed out loud and nearly choked
I looked like a naked camel
Who needed to be stroked
I see my beauty and yes my flaws
If there has to be gravity
There has to be certain laws
Laugh at yourself
Hug yourself tight
Love every inch of you
Laugh aloud-despite...
Categories:
cellulite, beautiful, body, humorous, image,
Form:
ABC
Fatty deposits
called CELLULITE mostly plague
the pelvic region
Beg your pardon sir?
Oh, I see! It’s CELLULAR
Let’s try this again…
Fatty deposits
called CELLULAR mostly plague
the pelvic region
For the 'Cellular Reality' contest sponsored by Marvin Celestial
Categories:
cellulite, funny, science,
Form:
Senryu
Sleep Tight
all his heroes wore costumes at night
wrapped around all their muscles so tight
his chances grew slim
at an outcome so grim
when his costume exposed – cellulite
John G. Lawless
5/21/2015
Categories:
cellulite, humor, kid,
Form:
Limerick
Mirror mirror on the wall,
why are all my clothes too small?
Please mask my cellulite and fat profusion,
with the magic of optical delusion.
Categories:
cellulite, beauty, clothes, funny, humorous,
Form:
Light Verse
MY BEAUTY
Piece by piece
I will remove them
I will undo them now.
I will undress now
Like the stripper you wish me to be
I will throw them at you
Daring you to grab them
Measuring how vast your desire is
Seeing your indecision on whether
To hold the pieces
Or to touch my nakedness.
I will gently remove my starched headpiece
That sits majestically on my head
And finger comb my shaggy shrubby hair
Knotted lifeless on my head.
I will undress now
Piece by piece
For why should I hide
My beauty from your loving eyes?
I will with particular care unclasp my gold earrings
That have been winking all night at you
And leave dark scarred earlobes
I will undress now
Piece by piece
For why should I hide
My beauty from your yearning eyes?
I will unadorn my neck
Tugging away the heavy priceless pearls
That have hung around my neck
And leave my almost invisible neck
Bare to your glance
I will undress now
Piece by piece
For why should I hide
My beauty from your worshipping eyes?
I will with precision and concision unclasp my floral printed blouse
That has fitted me to perfection all evening
To reveal my wrinkled saggy breasts
That have obeyed the law of gravity
I will undress now
Piece by piece
For why should I hide
My beauty from your coveting eyes?
I will slowly push my pencil skirt
That has hugged my curves adoringly
I will sway with it as it travels down
Revealing flabby cellulite infected folds of flesh
I will undress now
Piece by piece
For why should I hide
My beauty from your worshipping eyes?
I will undress now
Piece by piece
For my beauty
Is what really glazes your eyes
Not so?
Categories:
cellulite, satire, beauty, beauty, me,
Form:
Free verse
Tis the season of high expectation
And disappointing outcomes
Of obligations
And guilty consciences
Tis the season of cellulite
And failed diets
Of sinking self esteem
And blotchy faces
Tis the season of lighter pockets
And heavier souls
Ask and you shall receive
Categories:
cellulite, giving, holiday,
Form:
Free verse
Aging is not for the faint of heart
smile lines bags and cellulite sags
Your butt begins to fall apart
As your mind matures wisdom hacks.
Categories:
cellulite, age, funny, growth, how
Form:
Light Verse