Best Nakedness Poems
Through shoveled loam I glimpse pale light
Hands dare intrude into my burial crypt
Exposing the devastation of my decay
Dignity of this chamber has been stripped
Human eyes stare into my skeletal sockets
I feel the sun's warmth, but cannot spill tears
Lips, long ago stitched from laces of my soul
Loosed were the bindings of stygian spheres
Wormwood case and satin pillow, rotted
Lily's scent lingers, squandered their seed
Awakened without sight or sandals afoot
Penance in supplication for every misdeed
My rueful spirit, once clothed in silk shroud
has dwindled to dust and time brittled bone
I remember pleading in voice of reason
Cover my nakedness and inter me, face prone
*These verses do not reflect my religious
beliefs of life after death.
It is difficult to get rid of the false self
A believable mask has taken years to develop
Such safety precautions demand extensive disguising
Dear i ask, why can't we all be living in the bare?
The conditioning begins at a young age
Everyone is trained to look good at every stage
Shame on you if you don't protect your private space
Outrage will result if someone is caught in public Nude.
Who makes this decision, and why does everyone follow orders?
Since we only bring our skin from the divine with us,
Being bashful, prideful, or ashamed is not a problem for me;
Instead, i admire animals for being so pure and unadulterated.
There are laws that punish what is considered lewd behaviour
Such behaviour is blasphemous in some religions
It's widely accepted that Adam and Eve were covered in leaves
It's deemed wickedness to uphold one's birthright.
There are absurdities in religious doctrine, which is truly unfortunate
Should individuals disregard the regulations they are made to dread?
Some female folk are told to cover even their head
Many are compelled to hide their body or off with their head.
I seek honesty,
Which would leave me vulnerable,
As is pretty obvious
Should this be the case, i persist in being true to myself.
I am not just a bare-Naked black man
I am a christian bisexual bare-Naked black man.
Noticed the Nude lady from the rear
Within the full moon
Such a unique image was imprinted in my memory
In my lifeless heart, it burned itself.
Ancient opponent's wailing can be heard in the distance
She approaches, grinning with her bare breast
She is Naked flaunting her wonderful curves while being utterly bold
She exudes a lot of confidence.
She suggested,
"Let's play the Naked Romeo and Juliet"
Under this lovely moonlight
We must emphasise our contrasts if we are to make progress.
Let's reclaim this night back from the animals, liberated and Naked
We will not bend or break because i am a kid of the moon,
And you are a child of the never-ending night,
And we shall remove their hatred by shaving it away.
I - I will never accept hate speechs from fake moral hypocritical brokers
A - aiming, hoping, and wishing for a Nudist country
M - maybe not now, but someday it will come to pass
N - never will i be ashamed of my Naked body or stop promoting Nudism
U - until then i will keep, hoping and fighting the Nude fight
D - days are coming when Nudism will be a standard way of life for the world
I - interacting in tongues of poetry
S - someday i shall get to see a Nudist only nation
M - my poems shall sing in your heart when that day comes
I go to sleep in eden's garden
I'm surrounded by flowers and leaves
I fall asleep completely Naked, as i breathe in the fragrant flowers
I rest in the tranquil garden.
In my Nakedness
I go to sleep where nature sleeps
I sleep underneath this chilly, empty, pitch-black sky as the birds hum lullabies
Similar to a chrysalis, i am enclosed.
In the position of a foetus, cradled like a baby
Within this lovely, secure garden
My only source of illumination is the serene lunar surface
In this garden of eden, i have a peaceful Naked night's sleep.
Stunning Naked slumber
I spread my brand-new, vibrant wings
When i wake up to discover that i am reborn every day as a butterfly
My home is the garden of eden.
My refuge for all time
I feel the flowers and leaves cushioning me as i sleep Nude
While i am in my wonderful Naked haven, i eat in the garden of eden.
My sanctuary of Naked slumber.
I'm the Naked poet.
Nakedness
Our minds view the world through its nakedness,
Not aided by instruments of any kind.
A blank canvas of nothingness,
Speckled vastly with abstract designs.
Like staring into a toy kaleidoscope,
Creations hidden, behind the mind’s eye that’s blind.
Written © 11/13/2016
Submitted for: Naked Poetry Contest
Being completely naked
goes beyond baring the flesh
it's being secure enough to
expose the real truth
in us we try so desperately
To hide.....
THE WORLDS NAKEDNESS
The bodies reeked with liquor and cigarette smoke, their arms and chest were covered in ink.
There's no perfect life for me. Weapons for war, dangerous people that walk the streets, the secret of untold things could be the death of many. Walk this land of ruins where it's hard to breathe. A new chapter unfolds, the clouds thicken as new stories are told.
A curse that's promised to us all, even the good have their days, and the treasures of the wicked are left to the poor. The beauty is gone, and the world skirt has been taken off.
They scream our King is gone. The public doesn't seek after love.
Madness fills their hearts, a window to throw them out of, a cliff to push them off.
Imagine what the world would be like without chaos in the world. Pain behind the smiles of faces in the world, scared to move on. The world is cruel, loved, and dark. The world is life with twisted turns. The world is equal, life and death to us all.
Leading up to the water’s edge
Is a trail of my discarded clothes
As I made myself a solemn pledge
To the lady of the lake myself expose
And embrace Mother Nature’s throes
Free of the burdens that weigh me down
Now scattered across the lakefront grounds
I let the water consume my soul
And in her embrace I have found
My nakedness has made me whole
Concealed beneath a fig leaf,
Nakedness of more than body
Nakedness of heart and soul
Nakedness of darkened thought
Nakedness of the sinful doubt
Nakedness of screaming pain
They weren’t prepared,
When they bit into the fruit…
For the fear that could consume
They weren’t ready,
When they finally knew…
Evil was there where they lived
Sin was a heart wrenching
Penetrating dread, in the shadows
Where dusk fell against smooth skin
In whispers of silhouettes broken
Dreams riding the seas
The depths of hopelessness
Raining down shame
Humiliation and disgrace
Degradation that feeds on
The fig leaf we hold onto
As we struggle to cover up
Sins that are as black
As the night, only more appalling
More frightening
Secreted beneath a fig leaf,
Vulnerable and exposed
To the starkness of shame
The stubbornness of pride
The sinfulness that stirs minds
To listen to the fear, the dread
The naked ache that screams
For hearts to break
It is only a fig leaf
Covering the sin
Until God whispers grace
Across the naked stain
Reminding the heart
He died to reconcile us
To Him, the beginning and end
This or That, Vol 11 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
April 1, 2022
Title Chosen: Fig Leaf
Sight of your nakedness I see
A hunger in me
I feel to your warm flesh
A sensation of need
Your taste is upon my lips
My nails run maps across your skin
Urgent moment between us
The want is insaine no game
Take my lust it is lust from higher must
Look into my eyes see how I crave
Watch as i give pleasure is now a thought saved
Feel your body crumble to my midnight attack
Wait till I start again my hips blanket yours
Call my name as pleasure to pain is crowned
Sight of my nakedness is now within your sight
Droplets speechlessly rolling off my cheek whenever I capture memories.
In a skyclad attire,
You embraced scorching from your children.
From relaxing pillow to many painful edges
Falls upon many, fights dispatched your beauty.
Brothers and sisters knocked down flying beauties,
And dimed your great light of scenery.
Bravery pushed your hands and you waved flag for freedom!
Smiles are putting out dimples because you are not anymore a toy drum.
Oh! Mama Liberia,
Footage displayed your nakedness.
Eye struggles from the cold-blooded fights.
Visions of Diamond cities are seeing poorly.
Despite the mortification, we had left you,
heart still purified like your natural Waters.
atmosphere is coloring out prettiness
And perfections aligned in your skies with greatness.
I sniff positivity from your bad smell.
It’s dawning gradually, I can feel that.
over the height of giants, you'll look
Sit your heart in patience for a while.
You will rise again Mama Liberia,
Your height and beauty won’t be recognize.
Snap your fingers constantly and listen as the clock tick.
You are in labor with many great things.
Your appearance will fix the broken,
And purge the hearts of your opponent.
There was no inscription
to interpret the fresco.
It leaked through
the yellow roses.
The distant moon was
very upset. Jumped over
the hills, like mammae,
and tore away the façade.
Let the night stay for a while.
I had to explore the
mutilated galaxy, cannibalized
by the overzealous lovers.
A cobra bite paralyzes the sun.
Satish Verma
Aware of my nakedness
Aware of the drives
Why must I choose stories
To describe my irreconcilable feelings inside
Is it because of the efforts
Required to discern proof
Or fearing the inevitable
My impermanence – the harsh reality of the truth
The complexities of consciousness
A conundrum for an instinctual beast that can surmise
Awareness is necessary
For logic and reason to thrive
It is in this very moment
Sitting here – in all of my unease
Accepting my predicament
Choose living – it minimizes the disease
Disease?
The disease of fear
Anxiety – embarrassment - and shame
It’s the toxic herd environment that creates social disdain
In all of our nakedness
We are now free from the herd
Our new frame of reference
We understand the automatic thoughts – the unspoken internal words
A true liberation occurs
Recognition – perception – it’s all in our mind
In all of our nakedness
Meaning – purpose – it’s been there - all the time
Dying piece by piece in shock –
a life without a mutiny.
Walking amidst blue kraits
you never raised the stick.
Of extinct possibilities in the night
of unmanned crossing-
the blood streaked globe goes on
revolving round the blazing sun.
Short legged pygmies waving
to tall peaks of ice from the
burnt-out shelters, to learn
obedience again.
Crushed and upturned, we lost
each other in the jungle of
uncertainties. Peeled off skin
made us afraid of each other.
SATISH VERMA