Best Sleeveless Poems
Blue –
for your arm wrapped around
my clavicle. I thought
I would loose my breath.
Red –
for the cusp of our hip bones
struggling to pull the drunken color
from our orange cheeks.
and our sweat, our sweat, our sweat
evaporating
in the drenched summer air.
Our pants futile afterthoughts
Left crumpled on the floor
It is here I asked for your respect
And you filled me with it.
Orange –
for the musk smell of our blanket den. I would watch the way dawn light
speckled your shoulders, pale, white-blue
Iridium.
I would trace the ink
of your skin, fingertip hovering a half inch
from your bone.
Green –
for how my name would hesitate
on your breath in brief puffs
like dandelion seeds blown from
My wistful lips when I was
eleven
waiting for them to bring back my wish.
Black –
for my sleeveless dress, as we strolled from
your father’s funeral.
It was the only time I watched you cry.
There were little holes in the cement sidewalk.
They filled with rain, oil
And your tears.
I watched your face change through
their watery colored reflections.
Pink –
for the way your skin repels from my
Touch, quivers as though my finger-
print were a red hot poker.
You haven’t allowed me to touch you
In a year.
Purple –
for the color of her font, as she responds to you. It is an eager
Color. She responds with all the passion of an Eskimo kiss.
You left her waitng..always.
I have been special to you,
she replies to your
overtures.
Her letters
Who blush
like a maid
Who’s felt the hot moist
whisper of something naughty
tickle against her ear lobe.
White –
for the way your eyes punch accusations
sharper then your razor tongue.
They spit
blue crackled lightening,
like an angry alley cat.
My words cannot reach you here.
You will leave.
We will divide our booty
Words that once held my name like a piece
Of carefully folded origami
now hiss cold
devoid like the plaster of our empty room.
Grey-
for the morning
now knocking on my window.
I am livid in my withdrawal, tossing and turning
I can find no comfort
in
the tangle of these vacant sheets.
Categories:
sleeveless, angst, introspection, loss, lost
Form:
Free verse
one late night in the grip of a super moon, captivated by the elegance of
the season in an even slumber with bulbs sleeping on the brink of winter.
we surrender our senses to the alluring view and feel of this exclusive new.
autumn in its evening gown, its hibernating blooms, its brittle bark and rusted grass
in repose with sleeveless branches against a midnight sky and in a hovering haze.
wrapped in a multi colored coat of changing leaves and scattered acorns to gather
we walk on air enticed by the flow of a cooling breeze in the warmth of what is we.
Maurice Yvonne
September 6 2014
One Autumn Night (in seven lines)
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Categories:
sleeveless, romance, romantic,
Form:
Free verse
Alone I walked on a littered part
A companion I seek on my journey
Saluting me was a weird man afar
Sitting inside an abandoned caravan
Looking tattered in a torn sleeveless
Haaa! Haaa! Haaa! His laughter continues…
He was eating from a barbaric piece of cake
Hey brother! Whispered the lunatic
At this point restless became my mind
And then I ran into a mud shelter to hide
A deep breath of relief I took and sat
Resting my back on the primitive cracked wall
Only to hear a strange voice echoing again
Just like the sound of many water dropping
I stood up but behold my legs are heavy
At this time I was weak and weary
I couldn’t help but to give up
For the evil lurked in the darkness
But when I was about to scream!
Mama woke me up from sleep
For I have been dreaming a dream
Categories:
sleeveless, adventure, allegory, allusion, anger,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
SMITTEN OLD MAN
High school year book, 47
I’m not a gad looking guy –
Short hair, sport coat, tie
This remembered as I gaze across the room
She’s sitting at a table near the wall,
Lap top open, ear phones, late and all
She wears a sleeveless blouse
On a cookie now I’m nibbling,
But, my God, her arm! What’s that scribbling?
From distance the appendage looks solid black
Is she weird, some sort of voodoo?
“No, you idiot!” I laugh. “Just a tattoo.”
Through her tangled blond hair a streak of purple,
No cosmetics improve the sallow face,
Clothes, by 40s standards, a national disgrace
I’m smitten – chair seat a bed of nails,
Arthritis rebels, bony hands clutch -
This modern generation, it’s just too much!
Dave Austin
Categories:
sleeveless, autumn, humor,
Form:
Free verse
Beware of the dingo and watch out for your goat,
he hates our current leader, but is unable to vote.
He’s been doing hard time for relations with a horse,
he finally escaped but then he was caught, of course.
Back to Yuma he will go in a red dress and cuffs,
sleeveless I might add as he huffs and puffs.
He’s pretty sneaky this dingo and he’s fond of our landscape,
if he catches wind of your sheep he might try to escape.
I pray Terry and Dave keep a close eye on this chap
the dingo is not picky about what he puts on his lap.
He’s a menace to ranchers and all animals in town,
even in the car park, on the low he is down.
The good folk in Milton Creek will surely watch for his return,
this dingo is full of disease and spreads a rash that will burn.
Don’t try to be a hero, if you hear him talking rough,
he’s been working his fingers and he was born keyboard tough.
Categories:
sleeveless, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
Black crime, Justice prevails
Lilly White Crime, no justice hailed
When the crimes of a man weigh more than the crimes of a man,
Justice has failed
We are all doomed to the broken edge of the gavel when clouds of white nights gale
Forces of guilt driven findings drawn in black man’s plight hammering down excessively to tightly embed black headed nails
Boxes of henpecked shrugging shoulders deliberating measures of one sided balances as a sleeveless gown displays two arms of justice as black and white
A white right arm defended by a two edge sword
A broken black left arm that once kept, law, piece, and order in one accord
Kept the trains of justice from being derailed
And
Upheld the balances of truth on an evenly weighed scale
AC4realpoetry
Categories:
sleeveless, anger, black african american,
Form:
Rhyme
To the hands that held copper
in red, gleaming red
in open palms brimming
in value, like gold
To these hands of faith
with utensils and bowls
stone upon stone was restored.
To the eyes that wept tears
in streams, silver streams
and saw sleeveless garments
rent and unfrayed
To these eyes of sorrow
penitence stayed
to be vessels unearthed for devotion
To the wonderment breathing
of incense and prayer
on knees buckled under
with no hesitation
To this man of faith
with divine restoration
a people, a nation redeemed.
Categories:
sleeveless, devotion, faith, history, people,
Form:
Rhyme
Fall's levitating leaves,
wafting on gentle breeze.
Each one vainly believes
it can fly high with ease.
Colors beg hearts to cease!
Kaleidoscopic trees
wave wild without surcease,
flailing sleeveless chemise,
bringing one to one's knees.
Radiant days to please!
Categories:
sleeveless, autumn, color, flying, seasons,
Form:
Rhyme
Enthusiasm, the planet occupied.
As Sapiens lives in rage
Strives to come after
But all in sleeveless
Hence, in the land of the living,
Arouse a living Queen,
Waved by nature,
Tormented by hindrances,
And tempted by viles.
She stays through the storm,
Fight for her triumph,
And not easily bothered,
By countless thought of others.
Hmm! What a courageous Xena.
A pretty creature,
Creature, loved by the creator,
Endowed with courage,
Bestowed with beauty,
And blessed philosophically.
Every problem has it's own time and expiry date,
For, fear kills faster than the problem itself.
Putting *****Sapiens at Tjunction.
But, she never does. Moremi of our century.
You are a blessing in disguise,
And motivation to others.
Engrossing lady of the 21st century.
Let your courage shine through,
As your eyes speaks of your true beauty.
Categories:
sleeveless, best friend, love,
Form:
Free verse
Erosion - 1
With a scholar eye I am looking at-
Looking at Sharpened Dream,
Burning heart burning across
Feeling the sour, feeling the layer
Is being wet tongue, gradually uncovered
vibrating lips and stick while mixing at liquor
- A chemical compound searching for eyes
- Searching liberty from sin
- Burning the recipe of purity
I am chewing all the glamour with tortured eyes
Breathing fragrance;
breathing easily passing days and nights
Easily
being tortured, told her-
As its an erosion ; it’s a feelings
Written by Javed Akter
Erosion – 2
Sharp Sunshine ; I become anxious
sharpened me while it touches
the ground
Like homeless lives I search forever
Blue ; blue feelings always
Walking around
Always sliding doors are crawling
Crawling ever now and then
Kindly me; myself kind while waking up
After long night sleepless; sleeveless
From deadly bed
Changing everything; changing backbone slowly
Steadily this side and that
Every time looking at decay
-Decay altering the sides
my feelings ; herself towards
Categories:
sleeveless, confusion, depression, imagination, nostalgia,
Form:
Free verse
Elegant intoxicating ballroom, with polished marble floor, archways lining the walls rising to the ceiling in mahogany trim. Candle holders with lit candles between each arch to match the elegant enormous Swarovski crystal chandeliers glittered brightly above them, to a brilliance of the evening ball. The fragrance of perfumes, colognes, and fine cuisine fill the air.
The ballroom is full of singles and couple, wearing their finest long gowns, and tails, their white ties and gloves, dancing to the music of the orchestra while others feast on desserts and champagne.
My Prince stands with the other gents waiting for me to make an entrance.
I’m anxious to show off my sleeveless flowing gown, made out of white silk chiffon, embellished with lace and scattered pearls. I feel like the belle of the ball.
My Prince comes up to me and ask, “May I have this dance.” He fills my dance card, reaches out for my hand, and leads me to the dance floor, while my heart is beating faster than the music. The orchestra starts playing a slow waltz, the intoxicating turning movements and the one, two, three, steps of the waltzing speed brings intimating pleasure of ecstasy that is hard to ignore.
The evening comes to an end and my Prince walks me to the door and kisses my hand Goodnight.
11/24/2014
Categories:
sleeveless, dance, imagery, kiss, love,
Form:
Free verse
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Categories:
sleeveless, character, children, conflict, corruption,
Form:
Free verse
With her darkened gaze filled with deepness
Under that curly hair of black ceases
A smile, as staggering, everlasting and pure
As she settles on a chair,
She crosses her legs and stretches out her arms on them
The curved line of muscles, so even so flawless
Which descends down to her chest
As broadened and extending
With breasts she tries to hide them
With her protruding scarf
As she pulls back her hair
Covering it with a long black veil
And stands up
As less confident she grows
Day by day
Era escaping time
Going back to home, she escaping into her portal
And changes her clothes,
Up close, her tight- sleeveless shirt reveals
As waist not as perfect, fat protruding from her skirt
Stretch marks appearing beneath her stomach
She hates herself, the way she looks
She watches all the shallow figures
All the pretty girls and their boys
Boys lifting girls in their arms
When?
Will the time come?
To get lifted by one?
A Queen of Beauty she will become
Her friend once told her, her mother had said that
She blushes with excitement but once again
Scatters with overwhelming sorrow
“Will I ever become The Queen of Beauty?”
She clings to false hopes
And wonders,
Will she survive?
Have she truly lived her life?
A sigh mixed with desperation and helplessness
Causes her to continue each day with the same thought
“ A Queen of Beauty, I will never become….”
Categories:
sleeveless, angst, art, life, passion,
Form:
Free verse
Excuse me while I cry myself to sleep at night.
Having dreams of happiness this I will never find.
Worlds come to life under a blanket of night.
A tragic reality I will never reach.
Excuse me while I apologize for living,
Because I don't feel as if I have a right
To breathe the same air as you.
Slow shaky breaths are all I get.
Excuse me while I turn everything I touch
To ruins.
Gifted with the wrong Midas touch.
Excuse me while I write these words
Knowing that I will be the only one to read them.
Beating my head against a wall for all the ways I
Said I was okay, when I wasn't.
Excuse me while I silently kill myself
Because I'm scared of going back to the
Hospital and speaking up. Not
Because of what people would say but,
Because I can't bear to see that
Look in your eyes again.
The look of wasted money.
Excuse me while I waste my life writing
Poems that will change nothing.
Powerful words that impact you
Only as far as to shake your head and say,
"That's true, something should be done."
Excuse me while I listen to your advice that should fix
Me but only shreds me open more.
Excuse me while I do nothing and everything
Wrong.
Excuse me while I piss you off
With my general existence because you
Can't see what's wrong with me.
Excuse me while I do the best that I can.
Excuse me while I let your words rule my life
And rip my self esteem to pieces.
Excuse me while I shatter my dreams
Of wearing a sleeveless dress with a razor.
Excuse me while I implode on my thoughts,
Shoving them down because of the simple
Fact that I don't want to bother you.
Excuse me?
No. *****.
Excuse yourself.
Categories:
sleeveless, anger, anti bullying, deep,
Form:
Free verse
triolets
Poured a cup of coffee and softened it with cream
I hug a romance novel, first chapter's underway
Hubby's gone a fishin', a long way off downstream
poured a cup of coffee and softened it with cream.
Couch is comfy-cozy, the time I must redeem -
kids are off at granny's with hopes to overstay.
Poured a cup of coffee and softened it with cream,
I hug a romance novel, first chapter's underway.
Waking from a deep snooze, the book is on the floor;
head has found a pillow, my mantle keeps me warm.
Coffee cup has vanished, oh my, it's half-past four.
Waking from a deep snooze, the book is on the floor.
Hubby's making supper, I see him at the door
bringing soup and sandwich with chocolate cake to charm.
Waking from a deep snooze, the book is on the floor;
head has found a pillow, my man'll keep me warm.
March 28, 2013
a mantle = a covering, a loose sleeveless cloak or shawl, worn especially by women.
Categories:
sleeveless, 11th grade, husband, me,
Form:
Triolet