Best Midriff Poems
Davy Jones: Do you fear… death? Do you fear that dark abyss? All your deeds laid bare, all your sins punished?
—Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest 2006
ALONE IN GLASS BOTTOM
Alone in glass bottom,
with plankton underneath -
boat’s in midriff of sea.
I’ve plenty of water.
Sink or swim - am I free?
Alone in glass bottom
Should I write a message?
Bottle it up or send…?
Could be my last chance to
navigate and defend.
Alone in glass bottom
Should I fish for a shark
and devour great white fin -
drive it deep in my heart?
Would that too be a sin?
Alone in glass bottom
swirling last gulp of rum,
the famous Davy Jones
frees the gold…and I grieve,
as the deep binds my bones.
4/6/2022
Contest: Form M - Monchielle
Sponsor: Constance La France
Theme: Ocean/Sea
RhymeZone and HowManySyllables.
Categories:
midriff, corruption, sea,
Form:
Monchielle Stanza
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 running on the road to salvation.
It cuts across the flames, then the zilch,
poised for becoming a rag-picker.
The pseudo-lies were half-truths. The alienation
was hung in air, in graveyard and homes.
Now the sun follows me in dark.
It was nothing short of a miracle,
eating the forbidden fruit and lying still
in the company of hydrangeas and drinking
nothing. Tears and salt displace the clouds.
Satish Verma
Categories:
midriff, art
Form:
Stomach, rounded like an inflated balloon
With jerking pain that strikes harmoniously
Pangs of pain round the waist
Orbiting the midriff
Round and round like the sun moves round the earth
The pain signaling the arrival of a new soul
The pain signaling the approach of a new dawn
Like a new flower sprouting from it's bud
So does the little being springs out from her
Amidst sweet tears and sweat
Amidst long hard push
And with each gleeful push
Comes your emergence
The pang of pain
That transforms a woman to a mother
The herald of motherhood
Categories:
midriff, baby,
Form:
Free verse
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 her grows
White silk robe
In midriff drape
This vista, my view
I am left agape
Our shoot closes
The applause we take
As i turn to my Tink's
My darling, its you who makes
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love-10.php
Categories:
midriff, art, inspirational, people, places
Form:
Quatrain
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 quiet, it may come as quite a shock
to find there are experiments going on around the clock.
Take off my shirt where buttons strain and you will plainly see
the man-boobs test which does defy the laws of gravity.
This pinkish skin in standby mode can shift to deathly white
when I've done wrong and run at over twice the speed of light.
The stomach has increased in size, approaching critical mass
fermenting water, malt and hops delivered by the glass.
The bowel is a reactor , shutting down I'm in no hurry,
as testing is ongoing on the half-life of beef curry,
results have shown it could have blown, with lager mixed for fission
but all the same I still get blamed for resulting emissions.
If trapped inside a lift with me you wouldn't stand a prayer,
but I don't think I've made a dent in the size of the Ozone layer.
I don't believe the Nobel prize I'd win for all these tests
my missus says to keep my findings secret would be best,
and though in all these subjects there is no award for me
she says at least between us both
we've still got Chemistry.
Categories:
midriff, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
The queen of birds Sari dear lived in the mango tree
I asked her to come down and take a saree from me
She asked wide-eyed the price of it
I said,”Sari, you’re a cute tweet”
She made faces, chirruped short, and flew to the next tree.
A saree is a South Asian female garment that consists of a drape varying from five to nine yards in length and two to four feet in breadth that is typically wrapped around the waist, with one end draped over the shoulder, baring the midriff.
Sari came down and sat on the bay window
‘Dad’, she said,’ you must chain the devil Frido’
“He is a gawky brute
Just now he ate up a coot
He needs your boot and a slap on his credo”.
Sari tweeted my wife” O mom, don’t pinch my behind”
My wife re-tweeted,” Sari, You are not of this kind”.
“Sorry to say you have no proper bum
So, Sari, how can I be a pinch bum?”
Sari re-re-tweeted, “Mom, a lie, my bum is twined.”
Sari came one day with his creaky husband Suk
“Dad, teach Suk a lesson, he must know how to cook"
"Sari, my darling, you’re a sweet fraud
Don’t crook Suk’s head with a teaching rod
Better teach him how to fly by hook or by crook"
Sari, my daughter, in mid September, gave birth to a girl
She was a ball of furry delight, eyes were pacific pearl
I said, "Sari ,you are now a mother
So you must not be antsy like other
Sari hugged her child,said”dad, no worry, she will be a whirl"
Categories:
midriff, bird, dad, daughter, fun,
Form:
Limerick
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 the rotund apple than alluring luscious pear,
Making ludicrous comparisons to girls with waspy waists,
And my nose, Lord, Pinocchio's, upon my pleasant face
With its odd small accompanying hump placed what!...To accentuate?
Later, however, on better days, my focus redirects
To reviewing my favorite qualities, and what I see reflects
A somewhat shapely figure; Legs lean, well-formed and strong;
Lovely eyes, lips and breasts, and lashes that are long.
So I'm obliged to acknowledge with accepting certainty
My temple, though flawed, was gifted by God
(And there's always rhinoplasty)!
For the "I Am" Poetry Contest of Frank H.
Categories:
midriff, body,
Form:
Rhyme
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 burst my chest with pains.
Please take away those forces
that rumble in my midriff
driving me crazy with dread.
I cannot cry, I can only pray
that dawn arrives
with its damask cupola
when stars fade away
and the moon hides its face in shame.
Why is the break of day so far away?
I lie numb on the settee
Perspiration running down my cheeks.
I skate near life's edge
I try to grab a lifeline,
find only puffs of hot dry air.
And time goes by so slowly,
pain like the claws of an eagle
squash my soul of its life.
No, I will not cry, I will only pray.
Dear God, thanks,
You've given me a new day.
Categories:
midriff, night,
Form:
Free verse
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 the heat may fry!
There is a way for all to beat the heat -
Where children love to go when not in school.
Bare your midriff. In the pool go play!
Glare of sun's less bothersome! You’ll stay cool!
June 15, 2021 (Lento with Rhymes at both beginning and end of lines)
For A Brian Strand 4 To 14 Line Poetry Contest
Categories:
midriff, summer,
Form:
Lento
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 !
The storms, tornadoes
Never stay calm
Join the darker side,
Moonlight sprinkles
Diamond dust in
Night's dark waters !
Under deep oceans
Lava bubbles out,
Red crater at midriff,
Rainbow colours to
The whirlpool surrounds,
The devil to pay !
Zeus O great Lord !
The thunderer!
Give the devil his due,
The devil takes the hindmost !!
Written on 30/4/14
Sponsor- SKAT-A
Categories:
midriff, dark,
Form:
Free verse
... [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, full of good Victorian
Embonpoint, should chance to
Step into this house of hiding – a nook unknown to
Questing Roundhead spies – and think to slip
Unseen into the oubliette fitted out
In Cromwell’s days for a king; suppose this very
Poet – more portly in the midriff than Charles
Escaping from his throne – gets caught
Dead-center in the all-too-narrow trap-door gap.
Alas, for all his wriggling, he’s trapped
Longitudinally between floors. What can a poet,
Ill-versed in such historic lore, do but
Taunt the Muses with his long, many-syllabled
Yelps, unrhyming but in vivid metaphor?
Categories:
midriff, history
Form:
Acrostic
SUNDRESS UNDRESS
Hot day at the beach - time to catch some sun,
Maybe also catch some son.
She was a twelve year old girl - tousled hair -
In a tussle between herself and mum
It was too low at the top up there
Too high at the bottom - you could see her bum.
Pull it up and fail to cover some bits
Pull it down and can’t find anywhere it fits
Bare midriff, yellow with tiny dots of black.
Economical on material mum laughed -
Almost all gone at the front, and none at the back.
To be honest, it was somewhat daft:
They argued - yes I will ; no you won’t; and then -
Not at your age; if not at my age, then when?
But it was impossible to stop her (so willful ! )
Without actually putting the dress out of reach.
She couldn’t stop her from wearing the dress so awful:
Girl cringed as mum wiggled it up and down the beach.
..................................................................
Written by Sydney Peck
For competition THE SUNDRESS (Constance La France )
Categories:
midriff, daughter, mother
Form:
Quatrain
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 dagger,
but no encumbrance.
Thus, moving quicker, this man
avoids the constant thrusts of
the taller one’s sword.
Finding his chance, he lunges
and his dagger pierces through
unprotected flesh.
Crimson red blood gushes forth
from the tall man’s thick midriff.
The crowd screams delight!
Spurred on by their approval,
the shorter man strikes again.
This time his dagger
finds muscle, sinew and bone.
Hot pain consumes the tall man,
but he can't cry out.
His life blood is draining and
the net and sword are useless.
By oath he is bound
to endure a violent death. . .
and so he lifts his finger.
To his friend - his opponent -
he offers his throat.
No mercy handkerchiefs wave.
The editor gives thumbs down.
As his fellow man
buries the blade in his throat,
a young man embraces death.
The death of this slave
is the gladiator’s lot.
Another slave lives today,
but his death also
is imminent; then he too
will finally know freedom.
For Amy Green's
Choka for a Chokehold Poetry Contest
Categories:
midriff, history, death, death,
Form:
Choka
Jersey and Teddy had become very sick
Together they had drunk some very spoilt milk
Both went to the doctor, the pain was so intense
Doc Duck quacked and peered at them through a very thick lens
Oval in shape and perched on his nose
Peeping out from his pyjama bottoms were flat webbed toes
When he spoke, his quavering voice sounded grave
“Teddy, I recall having told you before not to have what you save
From a meal that you ate ages ago;
You always suffer so and the hair on your rump doesn’t ever grow!”
His tone was grim when he spoke again
“I’m surprised at you who dwell in the glen
From calf to cow, you’ve grown
But good sense, I must say, you’ve not shown.”
Jersey nodded and moaned in pain
She had only herself to blame
Muttering and quavering, Doc prodded her with a cane
And whoosh! The pent up gas came out her end
Teddy, standing behind her suffocated and keeled over
Moaning, “How gross,” scampered on all fours for cover
Jumping through an open window and into fresh air
The devastated Doc flapped his wings and collapsed on his chair
Teddy, landing on his midriff, too found sonorous relief
And the doctor, staggering to the window, again came to grief
Outside the window and inside, the breathability factor had plunged to zero
From that day on, Doc put on a mask like Zorro – clearly he was no hero
Categories:
midriff, health,
Form:
Light Verse
Softly
Created to bring life another look
Silence engulfed, tinting the night
Pleasant
The evening progressed onwards
Delving into the calmness and peace
Forming
Straight paths within the curved
Opening a spark, that dies out quickly
Look
Through the midnight realms over
And see for yourself the midriff there
Over
Forming the delight with the mystery
But sending beyond the treasure trove
Where
Lightning comes from, go hither there
And find me a potion of ultimate lore
Sightless
Travels into oblivion while sickness
Entails your walkway, not to withstand
Another
Wakeful evening with never a yield
Towards the period that ends, but also
Begins
Russell Sivey
Categories:
midriff, dark, life,
Form:
Free verse