Best Disrobed Poems
spring wakens my tree -
a bejeweled perfumed bride. . . .
love birds make their nest
summer’s yellowed lawn
beneath my tree’s sombrero. . . .
grass breathes sweet relief
fall’s quick change artist -
from green to gold to crimson. . . .
disrobed, my tree naps
Categories:
disrobed, tree,
Form:
Haiku
Once love, or rather, that which I thought was love
Swept me over
And had me racing up on a highway
I raced up and up
Till I reached the top most part of a summit
Only to fall
Back down
Broken into pieces
With deep scars
And loose bolts
And, to my horror,
Realized that I had lost a part of me
A part which I needed most
To fit in society
To cater for myself
And to tend to life as well!
Why, at that time,
I had been running after looks
After the impulses of desires
And I had wanted
To fill up an empty space in my heart
Void and vacant, it had hurt so much!
Pray, now that I've matured
And now that I can claim to know love
Love which is so sweet
That it makes me smile at all times
Love which is so melting
That it has become not only my fort
But also my support
My strength
My cause
And of course, my sole purpose in life
Love, have I come to know
Love, runs not after that which is transient
Love, when it is genuine and mature
Caters for the blooming of both the lover and the beloved
Love allows space, makes dreams come true
And even gives way to opportunities
Love, of such kind, I have grown addicted to
For love, of such kind, allows me to retain my individuality
Respects me and has been steadily sewing up
That which has been torn in me
Pray, puppy love is just for social acceptance
Puppy love is just for a show off
To seem glamourous
And to make others envious
But love, true and genuine
Remains discrete
But reveals itself, bared, naked, disrobed and flaming
In between closed walls!
Yes, love, when made of maturity
Remains as a shadow
But becomes the main propelling force!
Categories:
disrobed, love,
Form:
Free verse
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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” ~
Categories:
disrobed, life, love, passion
Form:
Free verse
I’m drowning in sunset’s last yellow rays.
Clouds plush as pillows cavort, then fade away.
I want to see, to touch, to feel, and breathe the ocean in;
to seize each sacred second – not to stray.
In primrose twilight, summer lingers near.
A giant stillness surrounds me.
There is so much glory to behold
touching the horizon of a placid periwinkle sea.
Ecstasy envelops me. I melt like ice cream.
September disrobed is a Sapphire night.
1. The Field at Sunset
2. A Summer Sunset On a Beach
3. Ocean Sonata
4. Embracing Solitude
5. And Sweet is Her Demise
6. Saturated in Silence
7. In Autumn’s Eves of Gold
8.Dusk
9, Dulcet Dreams
10, Song of September
Categories:
disrobed, sunset,
Form:
Lyric
Beautiful Ones
Aloft in the steam, they look like Eagles.
Perched now on the edge of the bowl,
proud courtesies peck the kind and meek
with true meanings and Premier trophies.
Unprecedented vanity creates illusion
with self appointed monarchs.
Court jesters perform a merry dance
patronizing peasants.
Draws the gaze towards the stage,
demands the ‘groundlings’ awe.
Under their script, the knees bend
as truth is removed by deleted scenes.
Kings and queens laugh sadistically
offering a standing ovation, but
festivities are interrupted abruptly,
as valiant knights rebel against oppression.
Disrobed, their crowns become
spears through the sternum’s shield,
impales hearts that only bleed
weak fallacies and pretentious devices.
As their guise becomes clear,
anemic vultures are revealed.
Perched upon a bowl of blood,
anticipating their next persecution.
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A collaboration with Silent One
Inspired by the Globe Theatre
05.16.16
Categories:
disrobed, abuse, anger, hate, hurt,
Form:
Free verse
Clustered cactus trees sprawling, reclining in the summer heat
where agile pollinators dart among gorgeous silky blooms.
Day by day the prickly pear fruit swell and mature.
Already the mind conjures visions of red,
magenta, pink, yellow and white.
thriving on spring rain
deep-rooted fantasy
mellifluent desires
Experience has shown that the best time to pick prickly pears
is early morning before the sun’s rays become too hot.
A steady half turn with thumb and forefinger
gently releases the ripened fruit.
The bucket soon fills up.
dewy prickly pears
at break of day
impotent thorns
Rinsed under running water, the fruit waits to be disrobed.
Both ends of each fruit are cut off with a sharp knife,
followed by a long vertical slice along its body.
The thick skin is then peeled back, the
fleshy coloured fruit revealed.
prickly pears
in a glass bowl
naked temptation
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Contest: “Haibun”
Sponsor: Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer
©17th July, 2017
Categories:
disrobed, desire, fruit,
Form:
Haibun
Your body is my sacred shrine
Its pilgrims are my seeking hands
My hungry lips traverse these lands
I worship you as though divine
No sacrifice I count as great
My only vow, your heart to sate
On lips, I spill my sweetest wine
The taste I take in burning kiss
You bless me with the touch of bliss
My fruit is yours on which to dine
I offer you the richest fare
My soul’s disrobed, my body bare
Our union mirrors the sublime
The galaxies explode in praise
This sacrament, we’ll keep always
Your body is my scared shrine
I worship you as though divine
On lips, I spill my sweetest wine
My fruit is yours on which to dine
Our union mirrors the sublime
For Craig's Constanza Contest
November 18, 2017
Categories:
disrobed, sensual,
Form:
Rhyme
All I ever wanted
was to pass...
one night
or even just a moment
in your presence
in your light
delirious with delight
So just this night
or even this moment
Let it come to pass...
Let me hold you
Let me have you
All to myself
Please...
Shut us away
where no one can see
where no one can hear
all that I'm longing to reveal
Let me pass this moment
in passion's possession
in this continuous succession
of lovemaking's confession:
I want you
I've always wanted you,
so for one dawnless night
or even just for one eternal moment...
Let my life pass
in the tasting of longed for lips
in the trailing of my hands in your hair
my desire disrobed, bare
This I swear:
to you, nothing else can compare
Now tell me... tell me, do you dare?
My idol
My dream
My first wish
My last need
Listen to me...
Let caution subside,
and hindrances hide
Open... Open your arms wide,
and let me pass
this night
this moment
here in your arms
Hold me...
Love me, and I'll gladly pass from this world to the next
breath leaving body
as reality enacts fantasy
I'll pass...
Let me pass
My last moment in your arms
Categories:
disrobed, feelings, passion,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
If tomorrow's sun should falter
and fail to light the morning sky;
if the stars their courses alter
and, erratic, collide and die;
if the moon, that fair pretender,
slips naked, aimless, through the night,
disrobed of all her splendor
and frigid from the lack of light;
still may my soul go on daring
and unafraid my footsteps fall
in the light that glows unerring
from the One who, wooing, calls;
for that love light burns undaunted
beamed from the heart of Heaven's Dove;
though by darkness I am taunted,
my soul, press onward in God's love.
Copyright, 1987
Faye Lanham Gibson
Categories:
disrobed, dark, god, light, love,
Form:
Rhyme
It's easy to live in your head
Spending a month in a hospital bed
I was a fit blonde twenty-three
With a box of red hair dye on the table beside me
In my mind I was already there
Just had to get home to actually dye my hair
Once home a chair and mirror were set up for me
I disrobed, the first time since the accident my body to see
I sat long with the mirror in a mild state of shock
Surveying soft sunken muscle that used to be rock
So strong in my memory this girl looked so weak
Such a lesson in mortality sure makes one meek
I sighed and acquainted myself with this stranger
Picked up the hair dye and set forth to be her.
17.09.20
Composed for Craig Cornish's
"Mirror Mirror" Contest
Categories:
disrobed, appreciation, introspection,
Form:
Rhyme
Dishonorable Tao pen,
your fealty strokes
are guided by
shogun lust for the yen
Quill treachery
blot your avarice ambition
Devious calligraphy
be the torn loyalty decision
Vain kimono pride
is bushido vow laid aside
Naked truth disrobed —
Coin motive
ain’t unsheathe noble
Ink ronin,
got no master to gallantly serve or valor save
Unworthy pen,
every vile thrust
spilt more scarlet sin upon your Shinto grave
Inscribe your pulse amorality
with a crimson postscript
Follow your vagabond reality
into that inkwell miry pit
Categories:
disrobed, allegory, imagery, perspective, words,
Form:
Verse
Autumn reigns in glory but for a season before
winter covers her with a quilt of snow.
~ by poet
au revoir to autumn leaves
tumbling aground in the breeze
leaving their branches disrobed
naked each season of fall
a time for harvests and feasts
pumpkins to carve, pies to bake
for family gatherings
before winter winds blow in
there'll be white blankets of snow
decorations to be hung
jingling bells then will be heard
and voices singing his praise
hearth fire flames become embers
the scent of pine boughs lingers
I am contented with life
in the haven of my home
Categories:
disrobed, autumn, winter,
Form:
Jueju
She calls herself Bunny Boucher, but she was born Veronica Chermak. She’s tall and leggy with a body that looks tidy, yet lived in. She’s high and tight, but flexible like a strong rubber band in a tricked out pinball table. She reminds me of that actress Tracie Lumbar playing the actress Fern Hall in that old movie Iguana Sunset. Her topography leaves no room for global climate change. Her tropics are seductively torrid, while her poles remain perpetually cool; makes you want to straddle her equator with your meridian. She’s been to Mussel Shoals, Shucked Oyster, Bearded Clam, Moose Knuckle, Camel Toe, Beaver Falls, Cottonwood, and Rabbit Patch, just to name a few of her more well-known hangouts. Some would say she looks Greco-Roman, but I’d describe her as looking more like a Hellenized Phoenician who emigrated from Trans-Alpine Gaul, or maybe she looks more Etruscan, with a hint of Minoan when you see her by moonlight. They say she’s as pure as bloodstains on a purloined letter. She traded in her Biblical name soon after she left her home in Mississippi and never spoke of it again. It may be just routine housekeeping, but who could blame a girl for sweeping off her back porch. She recently had a front end alignment. They say her rearview mirror never lets her down. After arriving in New Orleans she passed her bar exam at Vaughan’s on Dauphine and kept the circuit judge disrobed till way past last call. She’s a sexy banshee when she’s in the catbird seat with her cherry basket swinging from a bungee cord. Last I heard she was sharing a dump with a couple Guatemalan dancers. Her room ain’t worth a dollar, but it cost a pretty penny. She pays the rent with a pickup truck full of contraband. She says she needs the space, but not the distance. Like most women, nobody’s ever been able to figure her out. But there is one thing I know for certain, her smoke may sometimes offer you a tempting indication of certain possibilities, but her fire has never been known to lie.
Categories:
disrobed, sensual,
Form:
Prose Poetry
American Nero,
showering utter disdain —
Denigration downpour on pleb citizens
begging for pandemic crumbs
As the pestilent fire rages around
your virally tainted kingdom
Ghastly gladly,
you keep on fiddling
acid text madly
Dripping hateful words that burn
deep into the bipolar soul
of a divided nation
An enamel disrobed toga ethos
reveal naked desires
Sparking flames of cold pathos
American Nero,
a contemptible paper reign
is exit poll falling
Whilst the fire of pox chaos
contagiously spread
with spittle accelerant ease
This scorching hoax
raze any flagging, publican hope
Truth unmasked
do singe that gallows rumor rope
Fiery breath fiddler
kindling fear,
high up on that Ivory Tower roof
Tearfully playing the ill-fated fool madly,
as graven torch idolatry
lay fallow ‘neath ash liberty truth
Categories:
disrobed, allegory, character, fire, identity,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
A warrior mentality
so to speak –
donning our armor
of daily fashion;
tinted shades closing
off soul-windows,
concealing from
prying eyes of inquisitive
nakedness –
we clothe
fearing being disrobed
truth, such privates far deeper
than skin
Gucci, and likes, the first
line of Metropolitan Defense….
Categories:
disrobed, beauty, clothes, community, growth,
Form:
Free verse