Best Midriff Poems

Davy Jones: Do you fear… death? Do you fear that dark abyss? All your deeds laid bare, all your sins punished?

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We photographed this shoot
Against frosted glass
In the shape of hearts
That captured her class

Her long blond hair
Catches the light
Her curvaceous shape
Delights

Peachy skin
Immaculate pose
She looks
My love for...

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It was a dangerous mix of midriff and moons.
A nude goddess was riding a tiger.
Moralization. I will not allow my peaks to

fail me. I was...

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Stomach,  rounded like an inflated balloon 
With jerking pain that strikes harmoniously 
Pangs of pain round the waist 
Orbiting the midriff 
Round and round...

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Take a second look at me, for beneath this midriff flab
and balding pate and wrinkly skin you'll find a science lab.
And though all may seem...

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The queen of birds Sari dear lived in the mango tree
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Sometimes studying the mirror I'm overcome with chagrin
Feeling disappointed by this shell I'm dwelling in.
With my slightly too thick midriff there above my underwear,
I'm more...

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Night bring terrible memories,
shadows of yesteryears,
it takes my breath away
in fears, anguish and hell.
An ugly wolf runs after me
as I slither in the mud
heart beats...

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One week more, and it is summertime.
Done will be sweet spring, but in the sky
Sun climbs high now. Children want to have
Fun while parents in...

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Diamonds in the rough,
Make the dust fly,
Dust and ashes
The devil comes alive !

Earth in its deep inside
Is full of arrogance
Erupting volcanoes
Devastating beauty,
Blind to the
Observer's delight...

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SUNDRESS    UNDRESS

Hot day at the beach  -   time to catch some sun, 
Maybe also catch some son.

She was a...

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On sand soaked with blood,
two young men are breathing hard.
The taller one has armor,
a sword and a net.
His opponent has only
an arm guard and a...

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... [into] the oaken box in which the hunted King was secreted....
	Capern essayed to descend...
	- Elihu Burritt, Walks in the Black Country (1868)

Suppose a poet-postman,...

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She smiled at him, from a distance.
Imagination, betraying trust.
Mesmerized; he moved towards her.
His heart was racing, his mind.

Looked liked she landed from heaven.
Wearing a yellow...

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On this day 40 years ago in 1978 my mother, Jacqueline Anne Trestrail, left this world after a relatively short battle with cancer - she...

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