Best Nudist Poems
How about you, tiny schlong?
I'm curious as to why you aren't very tall
the sun is shining so brightly over the planet
little star, twinkle, twinkle
how i ponder your whereabouts
why does it turn red from your radiation and place me in this hospital bed?
Nahna led me to the Nude beach and hid my clothing from me
so i was left lying in the sun cooking in complete obscurity
he gave me a helmet for my head
but my poor winkie was becoming red from the blister
which was double its normal size and appeared to need ice
Nahna gave me a tiny paper brolly that covered it
and created the impression that it was a candy
after a short while, it resembled a red, bloated slug,
and the ambulance carried me away to a hospital bed
Nahna, who is typically a nasty old witch,
decided to trade roles out of compassion for me
i was laying there writhing in pain
he became tired of my whining
after my fervent plea was heard,
the nurse pulled the blood from the iv,
gave me something to smile about,
and connected it to a pouch of gin.
I'm a christian Nudist,
I believe that the only way to find true pleasure as a christian,
Is to give up all worldly belongings, live as a Nudist,
And worship God in the skin you were born in.
Then should Christians go bottomless and topless and be at Nudist beaches?
You have no idea what you are missing
Until you worship God
In your bare skin with many others.
Do you realize that a true christian is a sword-wielding Nudist, then?
Being a christian Nudist is much simpler than being a christian non-Nudist
That's because you have to love everyone if you're a christian,
And if you're a christian Nudist, you already do.
"At The Same Time Spake The Lord By Isaiah The Son Of Amoz, Saying,
Go And Loose The Sackcloth From Off Thy Loins,
And Put Off Thy Shoe From Thy Foot, And He Did So, Walking Naked And Barefoot."
"And The Lord Said,
Like As My Servant Isaiah Hath Walked Naked And Barefoot Three Years
For a Sign And Wonder Upon Egypt And Upon Ethiopia."
Isaiah 20:2-3
"And He Went Thither To Naioth In Ramah: And The Spirit Of God Was Upon Him Also,
And He Went On, And Prophesied, Until He Came To Naioth In Ramah,
And He Stripped Off His Clothes Also, And Prophesied Before Samuel In Like Manner,
And Lay Down Naked All That Day And All That Night,
Wherefore They Say, Is Saul Also Among The Prophets?"
1 Samuel 19:23-24
Although public Nudity and the modesty
That churches frequently advocate
May appear to be at odds with one another,
For christian Nudists like myself, the two go hand in hand.
In his 1981 book "love and responsibility,"
Pope John Paul II stated that "Nakedness itself is not immodest,"
We can all attest to the fact that God's dress code has always been bare,
As Christians.
God dress code from the beginning has been Nakedness and we all as Christians
Can surely testify to this; I'm a Nudist christian, i believe that the only way
To find true pleasure as a christian, is to give up all worldly belongings,
Live as a Nudist, and worship God in the skin you were born in.
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.
As The Rising Sun, The Dawn Came In Softly & Slowly;
&
So Did My Suffering.
Maybe Unexplained Or Unexpected Feelings;
Which Have Been Ignored;
A Sudden Melancholy Skulking In The Silence;
Awaiting The Arrival Of This Day.
The Days Have Regrettably Passed Since We Parted Ways;
About 4 Years Ago, & I Now Wonder If There Was Anything I Could Have Done;
I May Not Have Needed To Spend As Much Time In The Closet;
I Probably Need To Have Paid Closer Attention To How You Felt About Being Anonymous;
Or;
To Anything Else That Would Have Kept You By My Side;
I Am Sorely Missing You Right Now.
My Thoughts Are Hitting Barriers, & My Tears Are Falling Like Waterfalls;
All With Photographs Of You;
Including Your Wild Hairstyles;
Wild Kissing Technique;
All-Gleaming Beard;
Lovely Eyes;
Beautiful Voice;
Undetectable Abs;
&
Silly Smiles.
The Monotonous Music You Listened To In Your Place;
I Can Still Hear Them Playing In My Head From When I Visited;
I Still Occasionally Hear Them In My Brain;
Which Is Shocking, But I Genuinely Miss You & Those Awful Songs.
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
Those in glass houses
shall never throw stones or run
naked at daytime
*I must give thanks to my friend B.B. for inspiring me to provide you with the PG description of his depravities
I'm,
The truth, never mind you,
Everclear dreams,
Sipping fermented potato skins, eating synthetic heroin.
Nudist writing unclothed poems in bowling pin streets,
I write from the heart,
My art mainly of people who live their lives free and Naked,
Honest, truthfully I'm humbled, my bumbling lines are unclothed.
Uniqueness, I am,
Mind blowing poet, I am,
Bipartisanship over equipped feels,
Emotions run wild, while staring at starry at the sky Naked and free.
Living, Naked,
Cliff climbing, Naked,
Chilled drinking, Naked,
After all, i am all but a Nude poet.
Writing poetic confessions is akin to visiting a Nudist state
Well, the concept sounds good, but all this exhibitionism --
The Naked performing unsteady cartwheels, their dangly bits --
Makes it seem like a bad idea.
Taking a break in the pleasant air
Look at how happy they are,
Dancing in a circle and jerking up and down, like children,
Praising one another for being authentic and emotional.
Allowing the clean aroma strike your nostrils
And you say to yourself, "damn, all this Nudity is attractive,"
While also recalling the how much fun you could have heard
If only you became a Nudist earlier.
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.
Folks stare
He’s bare!
No smalls
Cold balls!
Chilly
Willy
Teeny
Weeny
Dinky
Winkie
Fig leaf
Relief!
03~20~17
Beth met James on the nudist beach,
Splashing and crashing around.
He had revived her with mouth to mouth,
After she’d nearly drowned.
And Bruce met Frank on the nudist beach,
Sunbaking on the sand.
They’d rubbed lotion all over one another,
As they both had slowly tanned.
Then Shelly met Coral on the nudist beach,
They both played in the water.
Shell was there as a friend of Bruce,
And Coral was James’ daughter.
All seemed fun on the nudist beach,
From a distance they all got along.
The invisible was the anxiety,
The things that were really wrong.
Beth thought she was defined by her weight,
And James thought he was too thin.
And Bruce had only just come out to Shell,
And Frank had just buried his twin.
And Shelly’d just left an abusive relationship,
With a woman who was emotionally screwed.
And Coral detested the scars on her body,
Compensating by overeating her food.
But on the beach no one judged,
No one shamed or embarrassed or humiliated.
They all respected, appreciating their company,
A natural life they’d wholeheartedly celebrated.
They had all met on a nudist beach,
It was a place of honest and free and of pure.
They could each be their instinctive self,
The nudist beach was their natural cure.
A Flasher at a Nudist Colony
By Elton Camp
It was a long overcoat that he wore
For an act they’d never seen before
Onto the grounds he slyly crept
From the bushes suddenly leapt
“See what you think of this,”
He called out to a comely miss
The overcoat he opened wide
To reveal what it did hide
Gasps of horror he heard that day
A bashful woman even ran away
The flasher stood with an evil leer
That was the sound he liked to hear
Underneath his coat, they did spy
One fully clothed with a suit and tie
Burn after
Reading
You've got
The silver
My dentist is an
Impossible white man;
He knows where's he's going!
I am booking an appointment
He's the man
Racist bread - probably
We've all looked in the
Mirror today
A neighbour requested
A chainsaw
I got on the sus bus
A wardrobe malfunction
In the
Waiting room
Figleaf stuff
In the dentist's chair
Right-handed people chew
On
Their right-side
I've started
Spying on diners
I take my harmonica
To the dentist
Braces blues and
Floss funk
I give my wife toothbrush kisses