Best Stockings Poems


Premium Member Stockings, Basque, Tattoo's and Music

Semi naked she stands
In her stockings and basque
Long black velvet gloves
Being sensuous is her task

Her long black flowing hair
Cascades down her back
Her beauty captures all
There's no lack of that

She has me on my knees
Kissing her black leather boots
Luring me into temptation
To savour in our fruits

Her body pert and proud
As tattoo's grace her skin
For we join in another adventure
Like the playing of a fine violin

Our music starts to play
Heart strings touched and tuned
Orchestral in join
Like the earth and the moon

Our passioned ensemble
Creating notes of joy
The meandering of our hands
In continuous employ

Our music plays for hours
So many many songs
Stockings, basque, tattoo's and music
All night long



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Fish Net Stockings

It was 1971, and I wore fish net stockings at the end of the school year 
I had no garter belt so I used knots but they soon fell to my ankles, Oh Dear ! 


December 1, 2021 

ps, This is a true story. My Aunt Annetta worked in a hosiery factory 
she brought me some bright pink fish net socks and told me to wait 
until mom bought me a garter belt.  I was so eager to wear them 
I did what all the grown women do, put knots in them. But as I 
walked into the gymnasium, the stockings fell to my ankles.
I never forgot the embarrassing moment. Although
it seems quite funny today, it was quite a disaster back then.

Nylon Stockings

Oh how I love
the warmth you bring
with your silky touch
Always with skilled hands
I feel your delicate form,
drawing you closer to me
Fearful you might run,
and I then lose you forever
Your long sexy legs
wrap around me,
feet nestling against mine.
Arching against me
you shape to my curves,
as we become one together
until spent and released as needed


Premium Member Christmas Stockings

CHRISTMAS STOCKINGS

Christmas stockings hung neatly in a row
The fire is casting a warm, cheery glow
The tree has now been trimmed to  perfection
I sit here relaxed in great reflection

The number of stockings has grown o'er the years
Children and grandchildren added with joyful tears
No longer do they just read Dad and Mom
There's Rachel, Christy, Ginger, and Jon

There's Dwayne and Rob, Jason and Carra
Stephen, Corinne, Liam and Lanna
And then there's Aiden, but he's not the last
'Cause Carra's tummy is expanding real fast

Stockings for the pets are included in it all
They've been part of the family since they were small
But the most important stocking that you will see
Is for Baby Jesus – it's hung on the tree

It's there to remind us of His fateful plight
Death on a cross – He died without fight
 His stocking is empty – as is His grave
Because it is we He died to save

So when you hang all your stockings, include Him
Then Christmas will be more joyful, and never grim
And we'll be ever mindful that Jesus is the reason
That we thankfully celebrate each Christmas season


	Curtis Moorman
	5 November 2011

Christmas Stockings

Downstairs he had gone
He looked left then he spied right
Joyously, he screamed
His stocking, was full of toys
A big wide smile crossed his face



John Monteblanco
11/24/11
Christmas Stocking Tribute

Black Stockings

whispers fell to her ears,
seductive purr,that someone
is better off.


Christmas Stockings

Yuletide stockings hanging high,
Filled with candy, toys, and more,
Never knowing what’s in store,
Christmas day is here!

Premium Member Limerick: Once a Salesgirl Who Sold Silk Stockings

Limerick : Once a Salesgirl who sold silk stockings

Once a Salesgirl who sold silk stockings
Eyed a man who fingered the linings
Stockings stuck on her legs
Made-to-fit wooden dregs
Kept stockings but gave him legs on springs.

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
© T Wignesan  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Wonder of Stockings

Stockings hung early
Part of the Christmas décor
Mesmerized, I’d sit
Santa, please, no nuts and fruit
Oranges take so much space

Eyes wide with wonder
Always some speculation
Stocking touched each day
Empty until Christmas morn
Suspense was overwhelming

Perhaps a yo-yo
Homemade goodies from Ma Clause
Treats tasty and sweet
Maybe a harmonica
So Dad could give me lessons

One more thing, Santa,
Jingle your bells; wake me up
So I can serve you
Milk and cookies I helped bake
And see if my horse arrived




*Every year I asked for a horse, but apparently they don’t fare well in cities.  Santa never responded to that request.  LOL

Written November 5, 2011, by Carolyn Devonshire for Russell’s “Christmas Stocking Tribute” contest

Hearth Hung Stockings

Candy coated sugared chocolate treat
Stuffed hearth hung stockings, we dream!
Concern, it's lumps of coal...

Stockings of Love

World surrounding the small wonder
Dreams of innocent presents
Careless life of childhood
Little socks spread fun

Precious socks treasured all
Hope speaking every second
Expectations in eyes
Love so pure of child

Stockings woven pure pleasure
Guesses diving deep and high
As if world is enclosed
Ecstasy forever


Name: Sneha Agarwal
For Contest: Christmas Stockings Tribute
Written on: 6th Dec 2011

Premium Member My Stockings Really Aren'T Sexy

compression stockings
I look like Nora Batty!
surgery’s over

I'm home after my surgery and couldn't resist writing this little poem - I've got to wear the stockings at home for 24 hours* ... thankfully they don't look anything like Nora Batty's!

* I've actually got to wear them for THREE WEEKS ARGHHHHHHHHH!

Thanks to so many lovely friends and soupers for your support - there are too many people  to mention by name but I do appreciate  so much:-)


04/01/18

Stars, and Sheer Stockings

Stars, and sheer stockings
(with reinforced toes),
constellate verses
from words of plain prose.
Shoelessness, shyness---
so unlike the world---
make a sweet refuge
for passions unfurled.
In rapture's splendor,
I kneel down---enthralled
(outside, Ephebe's
gut wrenches, appalled).
My Muse turns pleasure
to ultimate bliss,
giving her sheer-sheathed
feet for my kiss.
(Outside, Ephebe
appoints himself judge;
but his conniptions
are based on a grudge.)
Here is my Muse in
pleased intimation,
bringing a surely
sheer inspiration.
Hers is the presence
in my poems (this means
she frolics throughout
the settings and scenes).
And that sweet presence
is joy to partake---
all the night long in---
the love that we make.
Mitylene banished,
Gomorrah destroyed;
peace, in her soft voice,
is fully deployed.
To real Salvation,
she led me---a soul
troubled and broken:
and Christ made me whole.
How can I thank Him
for that, then for her;
then for the blessings
that keep my hope sure?
In Christ, our love is
not bound to time's whim,
but ever secure---
committed to Him.
Therefore the sky's arc,
the moon and the sun
no longer clock us
as we become one;
as in Love's temple,
on me she bestows
stars, and sheer stockings
(with reinforced toes).
 
Starward

Premium Member Christmas Stockings

Christmas Stockings were locked up tight most of the year
It will be worth the wait, you’ll see, please have no fear,
Said a mouse who knew all about the magic of a stocking surprise.
Wait until you see the children’s delighted eyes!
They will pull out of you candy, twinkle lights and more.
They will clutch you to their hearts, that will truly happily soar.
I wish in my next life to come back as a Christmas Stocking too.
Christmas morning is worth it, I have seen quite a few.

Premium Member Christmas Stockings Tribute

Christmas Stockings hung by glowing fire
kids anxiously awaiting
gifts from Santa himself










Karen Croft
Christmas Stockings Tribute
11-6-11

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