Best Navel Poems

The universe
In my navel
Where it all began
From the mother of all mothers
tongue tied 
to a tree
naked
No wool to pull over these eyes

They're up here by the way

Pondering the microcosm of a belly button
The flora and the fauna

Crazy when you think that
By the sum of our...

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Polynesian Island
In the Pacific south east
Starved of trees
For a transporting feast
 
Stone idols
Moai, they are called
Some unfinished
Standing tall
 
This island of the extinct
Three volcanoes in all
Terevaka, Poike and Rano Kau
 
As years passed
Statues were toppled
Civil war and disease
This island buckled
 
In this modern world
With Chilean...

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What are those dangly things hanging down to your navel
Are they melons... you can rest them here on the table
Glad I don't have those
They add charm I suppose
Pretty dang sure though, they'd make me unstable

© Jack Ellison 2015...

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I could write to you about what it feels like to be
unhinged, untethered, to float on a breeze of malintent
But what would it matter to you?

Thinking random thoughts anchorless, 
adrift in a typhoon of emotional baggage
for which you have lost the claim tag.

In this flash...

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navel kissed hungry 

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Depends on what shirt I've been wearing
The colour, the texture and pile
I may get a mountain or molehill
I know either way it smells vile
My navel resembles a cauldron
A mixture of cottons and fluff
And each time I dip in my finger
It comes back all covered in...

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A gullet of flesh choking on coarse hair
or more like a whirlpool spitting lint
and gritty, wretched pus.
The navel is barely a poetic subject,
that is unless you consider disgusting portals
to the murky inner self a philistine concept,
which many might.
Fools....

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The heat weighs the air down.. down...
 it say shoosh~ it seemed to steam 
as it wafted from white sand to damp the blue skies.
Long green frond's stir the scene mint in a julep glass.  
Quiet invades each opened pore at high noon
as the...

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Depends on what shirt I've been wearing
The colour, the texture and pile
I may get a mountain or molehill
I know either way it smells vile
My navel resembles a cauldron
A mixture of cottons and fluff
And each time I dip in my finger
It comes back all covered in...

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What are those dangly things hanging down to your navel
Are they melons... you can rest them here on the table
Glad I don't have those
They add charm I suppose
Pretty dang sure though, they'd make me unstable...

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i smell you on
my sheets though
you've never been

here and
yet here you
are and i cat like

cough
up a belly
button lint ball...

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she pierced
the luscious skin
with a deep
plunge
of her thumb

sunk her teeth
into its
juicy pulp

she felt
the joy
of biting
in the sun



AP: Honorable Mention 2021

Submitted on February 21, 2021 for contest ALL YOURS (FEB 23) sponsored by BRIAN STRAND

Originally posted on February 21, 2019...

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My umbilical scar is hollowed out
Now it's like a tiny wormhole on my belly 
Its a cherished remnant of the coil that nourished me into existence 
I still feel a little tug through my bell button at times 
A reminder that its my lifeline even...

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NOONRAY IN WINTER 

Noonray in your navel 
a locus for language light
whale wave wishes
in water songs kisses
as July just jokes along

Winter wonder words waffling 
storm crown chakra baffling 
cold she stirs potted iced rice
as rain rigorously roars
Noonray holds the dice

On hailstone highway she 
instantly marries...

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