Best Corset Poems
-Escape of the mountain-
Do you care about my breast?
The new curve - countryside corset
The beauty of every summer dress
Laying down, wearing out gravity
Embracing the same feeling;
Your hands indulged in
Passion and devotion
around perfumed scenery
The perfect pair
Today we will pray,
Counting every second on the clock
No longer the womanly figure before'
I will possess a new battle,
around the virtues of my palace.
Will you still be there,
when the hump and lump are gone?
Will I still be the queen of your heart?
Patiently I shall wait and see
in hopes to gain the time breast cancer stole
Leaving behind torn tissue, with a daily reminder of;
The one that got away.
I have the rhythm of a winding road
how do I consign myself to being confined...
rows of poplar pillars prop
the rendezvous canopy beneath we meet
—I self-cajole on ooh-la-la afternoon
yellow eyes; daffodils watching
lean into gossip groups nodding
a prodding breeze instigating deep-freeze—
I am a sweet weed in this place of sway and betray
with a stranger I stroll my arranged betrothed
height of his black top hat challenges trees
much like Corinthian columns
guards of an aisle I must walk —dear God! must walk
trepidation trips down my bridal spinal column
tiger eyes; lilies watching wish they were me
dare they dream they could uproot their roots like me
wish they could wedding waltz like I must —like I must
but their envy-leaves remain embrace-less
—I envy lilies’ empty arms of yet unmet love
daffodils; empty-headed —laugh
they try to read my mind to fill their own
what do I care their curdled thoughts lemon tart
and orange lilies’ brocade brimstone
what do I fear of fire-breathers burn of words
undergrowth feels square heels of my lace-up boots
post impression grows more expressive than first—
beware French tongues of sundew and burdock burr
marriage-carriage rolls in ruts to Versailles
where my coerced corset of hooks and ties lie
rhythm of a winding road dies in minuet strangle-hold
"Blue Carnal"
Libertine take your time
unlace the chords of
the corset of my mind
cerebral you take me
walking barefoot towards you
like your welcomed stalker
through your windows
twin mirrors
naked flames'
unfurling reflections
Your mind is the tide that turns me
I am walking on the edge
Omnipresent you turn me over
dissolute you are too fast and hot
Blue Carnal
I am your soft core hard reckoning
(LadyLabyrinth/2018)
https://youtu.be/P3BPLzPOCxo
"She returned many times to this apartment. Her desire would begin long before each meeting, as she dressed for him. At all hours of the day his perfume would issue from some mysterious source and haunt her. Sometimes as she was about to cross a street, she would remember his scent so vividly that the turmoil between her legs would make her stand there, helpless, dilated. Something of it clung to her body and disturbed her at night when she was sleeping alone."
(Delta of Venus, Anais Nin)
Call me not a child,
Treat me with adult words,
Eyes that scan the essence,
And see the centuries I have lived.
Ancient soul though young flesh,
Half my heart remains in an older existence.
I wish to feel the gentle,
The tenderness that comes with love,
Finger tips soft and feather like.
I yearn to feel the rough,
The firm grip of a lover,
Hands grasping hips in a fury of need.
Lips rubbing together in absence of a kiss.
I need to speak of higher things,
realms that others fear to not believe,
And visions that we both have seen.
Lie with me in clover beds,
Stars sparkling bright above our heads,
Birds swooping to deliver prey to young,
Eyes filled with awe at the world's cruel beauty.
Lie with me in open thought,
Minds roaming over hills and sea,
Connecting to the world.
Releasing raw unadulterated energy,
Through just a simple touch,
Conscious spreading to the sky,
To flit like hummingbirds.
Call me not a child,
For the things I have seen,
The memories I hold within,
Through one life to the next.
Falling, falling, down to the sea,
Bright sky, rolling green,
sharp waves black, crash against the rocks,
Awaiting our meeting of fatality.
Flowers high in weeds,
Grow up to itchy gowns,
And crunch beneath slipper-ed feet.
Corsets pulled tight,
Tight enough that I forget to breathe,
When in the presence of a man.
Blame the corset for my lack of breathe,
Though he steal it from my honeyed lips,
With not even a brushing kiss.
And a wedding band surprised,
Beneath a weeping willow,
With barely family enough to witness the event.
Four wheeled Slow rolling machine,
In comparison to today's technologies,
To ride a get away in sun lit heat.
Black with shinning seats and room for four,
Or even five if they would squeeze.
Two women, a daughter and a son,
A life of running, identity hidden,
Bolstered weapons for protection,
And an unending flow of cash.
Life seemed easy - at least when not being shot at.
So call me not a child,
For I have seen many years,
Felt the touch of lovers hands,
The cool of friends tears,
Felt the crashing waves,
As another life came to an end,
Spoke of many things,
And made otherworldly friends.
Kiss my lips with fierceness,
When I have yet again died,
I fear not the otherworldly,
So tell them not to cry.
There is one lass, and one alone, compels the sun - no other,
And as it just so happens, that bonny maid's my mother!
Now, don't you dare make mention of her fast-expanding corset,
For just one taste, her hummus paste - I'm sure that you'd endorse it.
You've never seen such rosy cheeks, (the same, her nose and ears) ...
It matters not her flushing skin means one too many beers ...
And, oh, that golden voice of hers, like a choir of angels singing!
So bright and clear, to pound your ear, (you'll get used to all the
ringing).
And my-oh-my, her generous heart! Almost always gifting food ...
(I'm forced to eat the stuff myself, so she won't get in "that" mood).
She has the softest skin I know, the coldest wind won't phase her,
With the cutest little mustache, (though it's time she bought a razor).
And oh-my-gosh, her hugs - divine! The warm technique she uses ...
She'll squeeze you like a pipe wrench, (don't mind the breaks and
bruises).
Don't even THINK to call her "fat", or feel my wrath, thereof ...
As Dad said, ('fore he disappeared), "There's SO much there to love!"
Ah - that whole thing with father, well, she says he ran away ...
Tho' he left his ring and dentures, (did she close the well that day?).
Indeed, she has a winning smile - such charm, it does bequeath!
I know her glow will warm you so, (despite those missing teeth).
What's best, her witty comebacks, you'll be laughing hard, I guess,
(I suggest you DO, or option two, is the club beneath her dress).
Oh, the love and joys with mother, now where on earth do I begin?
I'd be happy to keep yapping ... (for another fifth of gin).
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Gin In the Morning" Poetry Contest, Julia Ward, Judge & Sponsor.
Submitted on July 13, 2018 to the "Amuse Me With Your Rhyme - Let A Man From Asia Be Your Guide" Poetry Contest, Nick Trim, Judge & Sponsor. Still Pending.
Everything had gone well and the night was still young,
she had made her intentions quite clear,
home alone we're not walking, the drink was now talking,
and the score was one-nil to the beer.
So we flagged down a cab, made a ten minute trip
hoping none of the neighbours would see,
helped her walk down the drive hoping I wouldn't slip
and then she turned round and came back for me.
We crashed into the hall, and both leaned on the wall
in an effort to regain our breath,
altogether uncertain if this nights exertions
would not end in premature death.
In the bedroom she tore off her blouse and her corset,
her lumbar support and her truss,
left her ankle support on, did she just forget
but I thought I'd not make any fuss.
After I had stripped off with the help of my frame
and rolled onto the bed in the dark,
we lay side by side, now with nothing to hide
and both waited for that certain spark.
As we stared at the ceiling, a terrible feeling
was finally now seeping through,
that the worst of our fears, after all the long years
we'd forgotten what we're supposed to do.
8th August 2018
For contest 'A rattling rhyme', sponsor Nina Parmenter
(*- This is not autobiographical. Yet. )
Nature's curse, putting the whole to sober
but when over-stretched, can sting like rubber
comfort and strength all in a bad set
the body's freedom, limited by an inner corset
a corrosive inside in need of the next butter
physiological redemption coming through water
instinctive drive to swallow the sea
any coloured liquid, tantalizing as tea
an inevitable cycle to constantly stay fresh
preserving the functionality of a dying flesh
Damn you, cursed covered bridge,
Damn your easy way,
Damn your timbers strong and high
That let her slip away!
Opposed by torrent moat she was
Compelled to wait and try.
But no! You let her ride across
And keep her corset dry!
Within her surrey black and sleek,
By dappled stallion drawn,
You let her pass without dispute;
Satanic stilted spawn!
We quarreled once or twice ‘tis true
But now she’s gone for good.
I’ve half a mind to strike a fire
And torch your rotting wood!
3rd Place
"Covered Bridge" Contest
Sponsored by Craig Cornish
For the "Covered Bridge" Contest
Sponsored by: Craig Cornish
Hello my exotic, glorious maiden,
By now they all know you are taken.
I possessively, poetically, clearly, and eloquently
Told them you are promised to me, a sensual, delicately,
Known beauty, could not marry a canal walk about, a
Wannabe, curling his moustache and swinging his cane,
With no title or aristocratical fame,
And who is just playing a game.
He drinks he smokes, he womanizes, and he is fat
His face ruddy red, he belongs in the sewers with rats.
Every time I see you mon amour, be it every minute
Of every day, my heart goes aflutter,
Concerned my romantic words will go asunder.
As I helplessly stutter.
You push up your corset, and alluringly overflow,
My lovely, anymore tightening, you will explode.
Your thigh high slits in your dresses tantalize men,
And with your matching parasol you look so irresistible,
No one in this town matches your looks, not even contestable.
Love of my life I love you as you be, my mistress soon to be wife,
For the rest of my life.
Time drags by so slow,
I want a ring on your finger,
Then I will whisk you away, to my Chateau,
You blow so many kisses, I know they are for me,
Your blue-eyed wink, a secret code that we will meet in the
Gondola and enjoy our passion,
You are breathtakingly beautiful, considered to be quite the catch,
We have known from our teens, that we were the perfect match.
Covered bridge sheltering frothy lagoon
Woven tapestry gilding each silted dune
Garnished threads over polished diadem doth croon
Fabricated ensemble breaching pristine medley, emitting swaggering tune
A treasured grove; each branch artfully hewn
A regal polish smoothly layered on a well-crafted spoon
Scented laces nestling in furrowed moon
Binding corset ballasting each milky balloon
Red velvet gown swaddling paps so roon
Silver, monogrammed broach cresting over satin plume
Golden necklace the antechamber doth groom
Lilac perfume from each tendered Liily doth fume
Plowing through the quilted morass so carefully strewn
O'er snowy plain with sculpting touches tenderly prune
Nurturing each crevice; in your fecund valley swoon
Watching in rapturous chorus each mound bloom
With fertile lips I pollinate each riveted loom
From each rendered nipple a sweet nectar I exhume
Crimson ribbon across the darkening sky
Toys sweetly with exquisite hints azurite
Sublime whisper in the stillness of the night
Dulcet as a fluttering wings' butterfly
Ignoring warnings of atrophy's caution
Tightening the fatal corset to her heart
Beware of jealousy's evil counterpart
Watching it adrift beyond the horizon
Neath veil opaque set free most venomous ache
Draining weary soul of stagnant tears and fears
With returning tide the hope of buoyant years
Await sunrise as she awakes at daybreak
Submitted on September 16, 2018 for contest ENCLOSED RHYME sponsored by DEAR HEART - RANKED 1ST
Age is like a derelict house
That needs much repairing
The aged get out of breath
The house needs to let some air in
Tummies often rumble
Bricks and mortar start to crumble
Oldies often lose a tooth
Older houses have no roof
Old men worry about their bald pate
House owners worry about creaking gate
Leaking bladder, dripping faucet
Broken sash cord, too tight corset
The house is sinking fast
How long can the aged last
Building and people both decay
It's the strongest ones that stay
The time is finally here
'Haterz' have no fear
For I have come in peace to compete
And to attain my rightful position and seat
You see when I battle people,it's just unfair
I hold **** down and y'all are unaware
I stay true to my word,as long as I said it
ooh, then I mean it
I bring wreck like little Denice the menice
But do not be fooled,i'm complex like the city of venice
You all be rapping this and that,**** be fabricated
Bring your garbage round me,get you all annihilated
I'm chemically unchanged,no one here is a challenge
Battling me is risky,observe the talent
My lyrics untouched,flow is hot,with a twisted plot
I got ice in my veins,so keep a close watch
Don't mess with me,'cause i'll clap the steel
I might just be the type of dude you all need to kill
But Revenge is a dish served cold
So I wear coats and stay in murk mode
And For people thinking they got potential
Tell them to wait until I put a missile in their lines
They should wait till I beat them lyrically off the porch step
The only reason their rap is tight is 'cause they wear a corset
My heart knows that I'm close to that seat
Soul sings for joy,cause the sun is under my feet
Sense organ smells victory
I smile 'cause of the obvious sign of prosperity
Hope you all see that I ain't got to exert much energy when facing enemies
I'll probably haunt your dreams like Jason's enemies
I'm very powerful with pen
Mightier than the sword,it is written once again.
Talk the talk and Walk the walk contest.Early 90's
Time was ticking away as I stumbled in the rain,
My carriage was in a ravine, the coachman dead;
Oh the beautiful horses with their broken necks,
I followed a light until I was knocking on a door.
Sheets of rain poured down on me from up above,
Slowly the door opened as I stood dripping;
I fainted and I was lost in a sometime world.
Slipping into an inky, dark, fathomless void.
Blowin' free in a dreamy, lovely, drifting place,
As gentle hands removed my dress and petticoat;
Then I felt my corset and undergarments being taken,
I really should protest, after all I was a lady of 1680.
For days in delirium, I heard myself softly muttering,
The king will come, the king will come, the king;
I lay on a soft bed of furs before a blazing fireplace,
The forest green with leaf and stream in the wild.
The warrior Argus tended to me for many, many days,
He had found the carriage and buried the dead;
She is beautiful, he thought with growing sweet love,
And then one bright dawn I opened my eyes.
Looking down at me was the most handsome man,
And I was shamelessly aware of my nakedness;
I should be screaming was my first reaction in reality,
Then the King's Guard was breaking down the door.
And I loudly yelled, "throw down the swords!"
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August 25, 2015
Poetry/Narrative/Argus- and the Lady
Copyright Protected, ID 15-703-650-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Album Tracks
sponsor, James Fraser
Ninth Place
Five excruciating months I’ve spent
inside this corset made of steel.
It binds the soul beneath
my broken column.
See me standing here
naked before this bleak and arid landscape,
fissured like the furrows
of this barren yellow plain
on which a child to call my own
will never play.
See my flesh impaled by nails.
From head to toe
they travel
down
my
body.
See the largest nail.
It pricks that part of me
from whence my love flowed freely
for the one man I adored. . .
See my chest, which houses
the heart that he has pierced
again and again and again.
See my tears, white against my sullen face.
Only you who know true heartbreak
can feel the anguish painted in my eyes.
My body I laid bare
to help you see inside me,
but how can someone paint
the sorrowed soul?
Five excruciating months I’ve spent
inside this corset made of steel.
It’s only an extension of
my entire life’s ordeal.
Though it’s meant to heal me,
it is but a constant cruel reminder
that heartbreak is my companion
Ever
more.