Best Fishnets Poems
"The Sea Inside Me"
The sea inside me,
hides a Kraken
in its depths,
The Fathomless
lives there beside it,
some strange god
feeding on my
minnow soul
I am one of many
in its overflowing baskets
manna held in fishnets
where butter wouldn’t melt
the seams of clams kissed open
shucking for the untouched pristine
is like diving for black pearls
The sea inside me,
hides a Kraken
in its depths,
The Fathomless
lives beside it
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
Categories:
fishnets, muse,
Form:
Narrative
Intricately fragile, embracing her curves,
She silently breathes in this womb,
This womb where she is a prey to its wants,
Its black silken webbing costume,
That clenches her neck, runs down her back,
Is tattooed the length of her leg,
Where every small inch of her dark gothic body,
Is covered in this spider’s thread,
She’s at one with this life of widowed disguise,
Eyeliner, fishnets, boots, and nails,
Each covered in this rich exquisite black web,
Becoming her corseted black jail,
And she wakes up at three, the unlit in the dark,
To play and to stalk and to bite,
To walk in the black crisp air of your town,
Our black widow who walks in the night.
Categories:
fishnets, gothic, imagery,
Form:
Quatrain
Possessed by animalistic lust
In a realm of fantasies
Sexualized beauties hands creep across their lover's skull
Every breath stolen from seductive rose lips
Bowing down in devotion, engaging in cunnilingus
Enticing demoness stripping from their panties and stockings
Released from their garterbelts and fishnets
Masochist chained, wiped, and ball-gagged
Anilingus stimulation before the act of sodomizing pleasure
The dorms fill with a musty scent
Maidens smell enticing with incense in their hair
Masturbating to the sexual atmosphere
Everyone is spreading the language of feral behavior
Arousement blooming between their legs
Feel her warm tongue, surrender to her you must
The feeling of being bitten and clawed sends shivers down your body, cumming on her breast
Caught in a haze looking into each others wild eyes
Don't you just love untamed copulation
A gathering of promiscuous, Polymorphous beings
Harlots entwined in passion, love, and erotic desires
The embodiment of sadistic penetration while yanking at their pierced teats with your mouth
Left drained is it all an illusion. this can't be real
This day, this night shall be eternal
Celebrating the offered sin of lust
Categories:
fishnets, lust, sexy,
Form:
ABC
I decided to take the high road...let nature have a say
I’ll let my hair go natural...I will embrace the grey
So I stripped the color...saw it wash right down the drain
Studied myself in the mirror...luckily, I still looked sane
I put on a fitted skirt, and headed out the door
I even grabbed my fishnets...Yeah, listen to me roar!
I pushed my cart around, and winked at all the guys
Sure they acted real sly, but they were getting a rise
I smiled at the pretty cashier...she told me the amount
I asked why so low, she said, “That’s with your senior discount”
I guess I’ll have to keep it natural…till who knows when
‘Cuz I doubt they have Clairol…in the pen!
Categories:
fishnets, introspection, me,
Form:
Rhyme
"Dragonfly Teases"
He sweetens
his days
and nights
Poe like
holding fishnets
clicks bait
and sweats
absent
casting
mystery
reels
he spins
on the
mouse wheel
eternal
harsh
addiction
he’s hooked
on numbers
in the trapping
is trapped
in the books
he is cooking
Some kind
of acknowledgement -
Flatters buy
gossamer wings
a small fish
in a big pond
crowded consomme
Catfish and Golden Koi
fanned by hot breezes
the ripple effect
bubbles blown
beating hearts
and banging fists
on chests
like rolling
depth charge
Love
bombs
Dragonfly teases
Troll smiles
“Every Little Breeze Seems to Whisper Louise’s”
technique
Noir
intrigues
Her
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ephe_L0T67U
Vox Low
Defn. Coy (Adjective).
Dragonfly. Symbolism.
Dragonflies once served as a sign for fishermen. Wherever it hovered, there were plenty of fish to be caught, or if it hovered over the fisherman it was thought to bring good luck.
Historically, dragonfly symbolism was used in love spells and it was thought that dragonflies were lucky. Today, it is more commonly used to help one let go of the past, assist in transforming one’s life and understanding dreams.
Categories:
fishnets, absence, addiction, dark, dedication,
Form:
Free verse
I sang the words of
Joni
Mitchell
and pretended to own barstools as my sweaters lost color, I scribbled words on napkins and
slid drinks underneath them, I pretended to be...
him.
“Buy me something, something I can wear around my neck and place pictures in, something
that sparkles, something.....pretty,” I asked him.
He shook his head because he knew about my tendencies to break chains when I felt too
locked up, he knew the way I loved to run.
I stopped for a second and paused the moment we were supposed to kiss in, I placed my head
on his lap and told him of North Carolina~
only because I loved the words.
I stopped there, sometimes, on the borders that separate Virginia, I've thrown my life on
hotel room floors, losing it under the bed just so I could sleep, I've walked out and left
myself behind, and I've wondered, those times, about the meaning of forever.
We met, he and I, you know, in a hotel, in a room where the key unlocked me, and I had
thrown myself to the floor with a black skirt and a pair of fishnets and
h i d
under the bed while he smiled...
I kept my eyes open, on top of bedspreads and headboards and I kept thinking that we'd
stayed too long
that
we
stayed past the moment where people kiss...
and I wondered, that time, if that moment meant forever, but I forgot to ask and was too
frightened to hear the answer.
Years later, we slept, we dreamed in North Carolina, after I sang him
Joni Mitchell
after he gave me something pretty,
he gave me his name
to dangle
around
my
neck.
Categories:
fishnets, love, passion, places, words,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Love,
Love is more than just the ordinary
extraordinary, doesn't hold it's clue
I want to pierce your skin,
lay claim to my love,
wrap my mouth upon your nipples
as I unravel the fishnets on your legs,
bite down upon your skin and penetrate deep
inside your wet and warming forest.
I want my love to be love,
not pretend or a needed friend
peel back the skin,
expose more than just a heart.
I want to join your soul
ride it thru the winds
wind wildy
freely
and journey past the ruins.
I want to build us up
sip upon the honey that calls out to my name
to come, to call, to conquer
I want our love to be love
to live in more than words or acts,
transcend the silence into peace
harmony
one.
Love like the last breath you hold is for me
as mine, and now your,
soul
awaits
devour me love, your love
it is love
our love
whole
Categories:
fishnets, love,
Form:
Romanticism
Head to toe seduction is bliss
Her bed to show her suction is missed
Lips red perky and plump
Her hips twerky her stance is slumpt
Big ass with bigger ****
This girl is known for "putting on the Ritz"
From her jaw line to her tan line you can't help but get lost
The body of a goddess topped with hair thats just tossed
Biting her lip so sexy and cunning
Knowing all the boys soon will come running
This girl is no hussy no tramp of the night
This girl is pure sin with the stamp of delight
Curling her fingers to get you in her mitts
This girl is quite known for "putting on the Ritz"
She doesn't dabble with fishnets or long socks
She only straddles big checks with long cocks
A prowler of the night dressed to kill
She's anyone's lady for the night for just 1 bill
No tens no twenties no fifties will do
She only takes hundreds I promise its true
Shell ride you like a barebacked bronco
Taking you to places you never thought you could go
Screaming and shaking as you near the climax
She simply smiles and says its time to relax
For hours and hours she'll give you great dome
Only to leave your pockets empty as you make your way home
She has no shame in this game of witz
To her she's just a lady puttin on the Ritz
Categories:
fishnets, adventure, sexy,
Form:
Blank verse
Touched by madness, I go dancing
Through mental mind fields,
Down valleys of time.
Finding neither rhyme or reason
I season my dinner
With copious tears.
The girls, all naked,
Whirl like spinning toys
Through smoke and noise,
Just out of reach.
Unimpressed
I drum my fingers
I’ve never given away
Dollar bills.
Squirrels in fishnets,
Tighten garter belts;
Gangster rats chomp fat cigars.
I may be crazy;
But I’m not stupid;
No way am I walking
Down that alley alone.
Call me a cab somebody
Tonight I am flying home.
Categories:
fishnets, fantasy
Form:
Blank verse
Both legs wore suspenders with fishnets in black,
Both legs where covered in love,
While her left leg wore a gartering tough,
Belt made of chrome hearts and studs,
With no dimples, no pits, no elastic stretch marks,
Not a blemish to be seen on her skin,
Her legs whispered intent pulling me down,
Questioning when I would begin,
And they whispered with a charmingly beautiful smile,
Her legs they grinned like a cat,
A cat that enchanted all that I am,
They enchanted with something abstract,
Slowly her talon-like legs pinned me down,
Her legs demanded total control,
They devoured the love from all that I am,
They gorged on the love from my soul.
Categories:
fishnets, beautiful, love, passion, sensual,
Form:
Personification
Freedom of speech will soon be DEAD
I don't own a bullet-proof vest
But who needs one
when they're aiming heads
instead of arms or better still legs
These people are humanity' DREGS.
Their “ TERROR LAWS ”
are like FISHNETS with no fish.
What they say makes me upset,
Muslim this and Muslim that.
I’m not MUSLIM,
that's a fact.
Of course it's wrong to suicide bombs;
But two wrongs don't make things right.
We're in DARK times
Without much light.
When all we do is incite fights,
Just because of “ STEREOTYPES ”.
Innocents will die,
Tears will flow ;
while many CRY,
Tears of SADNESS
from this MADNESS;
MADNESS On
Our city streets that
will slowly creep
Yes,close to you
And close to me.
Don't DISMISS
because' you've been missed.
You could get hit
by a policeman who holds a GUN
and has an" AK " to Make You RUN
Just like REDNECKS
Run from the SUN
Or I Do from RACISM
That's something
I’ve Always SHUNNED
because I like this word HUMAN
If you shoot me with a Gun
When I bleed,it's blood that runs
Killing is not a SOLUTION
They've just killed somebody's son.
That's what comes from
using guns;
NEEDLESS DEATHS
Rise like The Sun,
While peace sinks
into oceans.
This ain't making
life much fun
Actually I'm getting VEX
Because I’m thinking
WHO’S NEXT ?
Categories:
fishnets, corruption,
Form:
Free verse
Standing defiant, her feet are apart,
Black fishnets from her thighs to the ground,
I’m mesmerized by this woman standing so proud,
She leaves me completely spellbound,
With black boots on a heel, short skirt and a shirt,
Buttoned half way up to its top,
I’m blown away with her blazing blond hair,
As she stands inside the book shop,
Gently pushing, with dark reddened fingertip nails,
Her glasses to the top of her nose,
Her red lips smile at me, as I stand like an idiot,
My mind emptied, I stuttered, I froze,
For this short moment of the day, I belonged to her,
I stood like a useless small clown,
I stood in front of her dominant stance,
My mysterious woman, I fell in love with, down town.
Categories:
fishnets, beauty, lost love, lust,
Form:
Quatrain
Love hearts and scabby knees.
Dead flies and stinging bees.
Dirty nails and sweaty lips.
Fishnets with ragged slips.
Eyeholes in a hessian sack.
Pimples on a tattooed back.
Toys that she just can’t unpack.
Helen.
Secret Helen.
Lies from a mother’s heart.
Secrets that fell apart.
Beauty too divine to see.
As purple as a Judas Tree.
Singing from her cradle jail.
A baby crying weak and frail.
Giggle, breathe, inhale, exhale.
Helen
Splintered Helen.
An infantile brutalist.
A wide-awake somnambulist.
Mamma’s bile and Daddy’s fist.
A kiss, a slap a broken wrist.
She hides within a dark recess.
She dances with her own distress.
A monster wearing fancy dress.
Helen
Sacred Helen.
Fantasies of guilt and sin.
Concealed beneath a slab of skin.
Loathe the self and stunt the flesh.
Her impotence and spite enmesh.
To love the girl, she veils the face.
To save the world from its disgrace.
Before she leaves without a trace.
Helen
Shiny Helen.
Categories:
fishnets, abuse, character, hurt, identity,
Form:
Rhyme
I've been missing you, wishing you were here
Holding me so close, wiping away my tears
Being without you, my heart aches so much
How much I need to feel your tender loving touch
You know I need you here by my side
Cause everything around me just doesn't seem so right
And so I wait for you to walk on through my door
To wrap my arms around you and to love you even more
I know the path's that taken is out of our control
But I will continue to wait here with fishnets and a loaded bowl
Categories:
fishnets, love,
Form:
ABC
nylon fishnets tether
floats around like a feather…
tight shinny leather
Categories:
fishnets, allegory
Form:
Senryu