Best Strapless Poems
Dinner at eight
Winter soup and roast
both ready
A candle lit
table for two
An empty vase
without any flowers
My welcome carpet
awaiting you
Slow cooked mulled wine
fills the hallway
with an aromatic scent
of cinnamon and spice
The fire's embers glowing
a sparkle in my eyes.
Clothes, all the best I tried
Wanting to be perfect
when he gets by my side.
Needing to impress
I put on my make up
a sweetened perfume
and a strapless red dress.
I let my hair cascade
whilst thinking of my date
wondering if one can fall in young love
again
Am i not too old?
isn't it too late?
I walked down the stairs
and dimmed the light
Put on some soft jazzy music
and waited the night
Ready since four
Showered and shaved
Splashed on some Acqua Di Gio
Freshly pressed pants
Midnight blue polo shirt
Listening to some love songs
practicing my best dance moves
singing along
why does waiting take so long?
Thinking about tonight
My heart beats stronger
What will I say?
Will we embrace?
Will you ask me to stay?
Eight o'clock sharp
I walk up to your door
palms sweaty
throat dry
holding my breath
and a single red rose
slowly the door opens
our eyes meet
you smile
inviting me in
Categories:
strapless, romantic,
Form:
Free verse
She was all that and much more
The child with the smiles and the braids
White dresses, friendly nods and compliancy
Muddy shoes, trees and cursing
Sent away from school and frowns
Cycling on one wheel only
Plastered with band aids
Quick glances in the mirror
Lip-gloss, eye-liner, brushed hair
Strapless dress and high heels
Stolen kisses in the dark of the alley
With that boy or that girl
Clumsily fumbling with straps
Or zippers
Hungrily searching not finding
Running away faster and faster
At the running track
Through the woods.
The girl with the curls and cap, and blowing hair
From her eyes
Refusing to look in the mirror
Refusing to face, face to face
Denying.
Multi-faceted and beautiful
The girl that didn’t dare to decide
And therefore decided to swim
Folded her clothes
Next to her shoes
Swam till her lungs were empty
And her heart full
And her eyes swam
Only when her body felt like loose pebbles
Held together by skin
She felt for the first time
She is all that and much more
She is beautiful, her head high
Sometimes she uses lip-gloss
Sometimes she climbs trees
She laughs soft, loud, teary-eyed, and often
She hugs tight and warm and infinitely loving
She gives love to him, her, and herself
Love her back, all of her
With gusto
***
Repost from September 2016
© Darren White
Categories:
strapless, beautiful, emotions, life, love,
Form:
Free verse
I light a candle and in its flutter
open envelopes,
each one holds a piece of your past
I make old stories fly.
A child's ringlets
bounce in a mirror
new shoes skip
ten to two
eleven
three
Lip-gloss, eye-liner, braided hair
strapless dress, stilettos
brisk kisses in low-lit alleys.
Recorded memories
for your eager ears
And I see your freedom dance
in a last flicker.
Copyright © Darren White
Categories:
strapless, beautiful, inspirational, love,
Form:
Free verse
Bubble gum? Nay, methinks a box of dark chocolates, 'tis best,
A daisy? Nay, methinks a bouquet of velvet red roses, 'tis best,
Pants outfit? Nay, methinks a full-length strapless white silk dress, 'tis best,
Brown coat? Nay, methinks a Chinchilla fur coat, 'tis best,
Taxi? Nay, methinks a chauffeured limousine, 'tis best,
Queens? Nay, methinks an Ace, 'tis best,
Twelve? Nay, methinks a seven, 'tis best,
Craps Table? Nay, methinks a Baccarat Table, 'tis best,
Restaurant? Nay, methinks a Fine Dining Cuisine, 'tis best,
Fish? Nay, methinks a lobster, 'tis best,
White wine? Nay, methinks a Magnum of Champagne, 'tis best,
After dinner mints? Nay, methinks a bit more, 'tis best,
I still have some gum?
{KISS}
05/27/2019
Categories:
strapless, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
List
Shades of Grey
Happiness can fade away
I change the way I feel today
These Shades of Grey in yesterday
These Shades of Grey in yesterday
Her echoes "Take this madness"
Soft and silly sick with sadness
Sickened sadness painted Blackness
Tethered strapless
Choked and breathless
-Wicked lies list
Lust for you
Kindness
You shattered me
Lifeless
So "Can't find you", nice, Miss
Gagged and bound
'Not scared to die'- kiss
I dream
My dream missed
Sick with sadness
Paint my Blackness
Silly sad list
Echoes Madness
Staring silent
scary Silence
Whispered to me
"I feel you through me"
Happiness can fade away
I change the way I feel today
These Shades of Grey in yesterday
These Shades of Grey in yesterday.
"I'll paint the sky for you if you move the world for me~"
Categories:
strapless, angst, crazy, feelings, satire,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Yesterday I found myself slumped
into the saddest of trenches,
for no particular reason
other than a new moon cycle.
Instead of flopping myself
in my studio’s armchair to write,
I drove to the mall for an outing
probably more expensive than
what a therapist would charge
for an hour in his armchair.
I wandered into the shoe store—
something about leather
which grounds me, whether
the flimsy strapless heels
or the closed-toed pumps or walkers.
Already lugging two bags, I meander
into the lingerie store for silk
to accentuate my only remaining
middle-age curves, skipping over the thongs
and hesitating at the push-up section.
I try on four or five pairs of underwear
to accentuate my butt area,
the part of a woman which shares the
secret of her fitness, that I work on
each morning at seven.
I arrive at the boutique who sells my favorite
blouses, gather some more bags, walking out
with an almost terminal case of rope burn,
until I finally decide it’s time to head back to my car.
On my way I stop, smile, and realize
there’s no better way to fight trench warfare.
Categories:
strapless, funny, happiness, introspection, loss,
Form:
Narrative
Oscars
Oscars night is here again,beautiful women and gorgeous men.
Play acting is what they do on the silver screen for me and you.
Some will win some will lose,the film academy will chose
Fasion statements galore with Gucci armani,and Christian dior
Rubies and diamonds shining bright,bringing sparkle to the night
Backless,strapless and shoulder less gowns some worn with a frown
Helen mirren as the queen looking quite pristine
Penelope Cruz in her Jimmy choo's
What a spectacle what a show and when they won wow
Categories:
strapless, funny,
Form:
Free verse
1. Dimple under left eye, apply air brush.
2. Extend her legs, more voluptuous. Add 4 inches from ankle to knee cap.
3. You know...I'm just not feeling the dress. Do we have one of her in that green strapless?
Men like strapless right?
4. Holy hell! Can we do something about those teeth? Yuck!
5. She needs a glow around her head. Yeah like that, like an angel. Fantastic!
6. Rosy hue around cheek bones needs touch up. She needs to blush harder, like she's
embarrassed about something...something shameful.
7. Final edit, her smile is too big, women that happy don't read magazines...what? Don't look
at me like that!
Et Voila! Our hyper-stylized over-edited fictitious standard of beauty is realized.
Ok society!
Get ready...
Set...
Conform!
(Conformity ensues)
Bonus points! We got a celebrity to do the cover shoot.
(Hey, you can only sell your soul once and chances are she already did it...Christ, stop
looking at me like that!!!)
When she takes home her free promotional copy,
She can hold up our ideal of her side by side with the mirror and think:
"Wow...these images are so different and yet...I sense a strange and *vogue familiarity...
Almost as though...just maybe...they were of the same person...
Huh...I wonder which one represents me?"
*Typo alert! Should be 'vague'...silly me
Categories:
strapless, funny, on work and
Form:
List
Is this the weekend, by the way?
(I always think it’s Saturday!)
Load the kids up in the car –
country club (I hit the spa:
hand the kids to gay Adolphe –
calisthenics, crazy golf).
I spoil myself – it helps the stress –
the kids are having fun (I guess).
Fox News Tom Cruise
No Jews designer shoes.
Rufe’s so square, a diplodocus:
the kids will always be my focus.
Everybody needs a break
(we’re human too, for goodness’ sake).
We just do the normal things:
cabin in Borrego Springs,
week in Vegas, see the shows,
birthday dinner (Kiriko’s):
never noodles, only sushi
(table used by John Belushi) –
private beach in old La Jolla
(Rufe knows someone, bigshot lawyer):
cocktail bar, upholstered loungers
(razor wire keeps out the scroungers).
Juan’s the poolboy. My help’s Auxi
(Juanito’s neat, and Auxi’s mousey).
Wears my cast-offs, lives on chilli –
keeps her pay from getting silly.
Neither’s legal – which is good:
they stay grateful, like they should.
Minimum wage would tie a noose to it:
anyhow, they’re plenty used to it.
She breastfeeds, Juanito hustles
(fine-boned body, high-toned muscles).
He’s moonlighting, pumping gas
in San Diego, humping ass.
Rufe’s no idea what good taste is.
Parties with them friends of his.
I can’t stand them business folks –
Steaks and beers and dirty jokes.
I won’t go to meets or meals
if I can’t wear my strapless heels
and backless dress (Yves St Lauren)
it’s not about impressing men
(who cares what they think?) – it’s the wives
it matters what a woman drives
who fixed her hair. What’s Satan’s curse?
To show up toting last month’s purse.
Categories:
strapless, satire,
Form:
Couplet
Upcountry sky gloomed darker, charcoal
as the end of summer sparking fall.
Any ridgetop beckons lightning –
distant thunder – or was it applause?
For she was strapless, bride-white lily
dancing past us
as they silhouetted into sunset,
sparkling rosé sunflare below clouds.
Categories:
strapless, wedding,
Form:
Verse
Hanging is too good for them,
Should cut their danglies off.
Use a rusty jigsaw blade,
They’d be afraid to cough.
Our great Judicial system,
with infinite foresight,
Ignores these sound suggestions,
That you and I think right.
For Judges and the legal type,
at our expense guffaw,
believing that like
God and Queen,
they are above the Law.
It is often intimated,
that despite this regal pose,
they wear peepholes bras
and stockings underneath their
Chamber robes.
No underpants to interfere,
restrict ,affect or stay
thus keeping verdicts
cool and poised
for any courtroom play.
So when Chief Justice
leans or frowns
or shuffles on his throne
Its probably suspenders
that are causing him to moan
Or just perhaps
his strapless bra,
Is chaffing on his back,
perchance his basque’s
laced up too tight,
or his g-strings up his crack.
Some trials that end surpisingly,
the verdict gone askew,
Owe more to misplaced
leather thong,
than legal point of view.
Perhaps the nuts that
need cut off,
are not from pervert kind,
but rather leading Legal ones,
No longer sound of mind.
Categories:
strapless, funnysound, sound,
Form:
Rhyme
When she was six years old,
she tried to make her hair look like
how a friend’s did in school
but her coils wouldn’t kink anymore.
Her mama caught her
and asked her what she was doing.
She said: “Making my hair pretty.”
Her mama said;
“Pretty is fair skin; stay out of the sun.
It’s straight hair; turn that iron back on.
A straighter nose and thin lips;
know you’ll never measure up,
but you can at least look good enough.”
Years fly and at a family reunion;
a teenager now and she invited girlfriends
to fool around and cause mischief.
They played with each other’s hair,
pierced their ears, applied liner,
and wondered if the boys at school
thought about them, too.
Annoyed with their antics,
her auntie pulled her aside to scold:
“Pretty is quiet, sit down and shut up.
It’s dainty, cross your legs and sit tall.
A thin frame and all the right curves;
well you can’t fix all you’ve got,
but you can at least look good enough.”
Today, her wedding day,
she applied a small amount of makeup,
washed her hair and let it go,
put on a short, strapless dress
just because her mama said “no.”
She told herself:
“Pretty is my skin
and I wanna soak in the sun.
It’s my hair; let it curl all it wants.
It’s me, myself, and I
—I am more than good enough.
Black is pretty
and that’s something to be proud of.
“I am beautiful
and that’s something to be proud of.”
Categories:
strapless, beautiful, beauty, black african
Form:
Free verse
The Librarian
She polished her soft curved buttocks on my suede overcoat
And the smell of her ginseng breath made me stop
And raise my head
Losing my place in the card catalogue.
I shifted my eyes to her reaching arm concealed in an ox-hair sweater
She lifted an encyclopedia from an abandoned desk
And pressed it in folded arms to her whip-cream breast
I followed her to her reference table
And studied her as she sat unaware of melting eyes
I met her in a bar one night two weeks later
The yellow down now curled around her face and neck
She sat next to me
I talked about books I’d never read
Whispering Sex, The Dictionary of Love, and Lucia’s Feast
I thought of strapless bras and cool wet lips and smooth knees
I leaned on her, almost
As if I were some dusty bookshelf
I touched her tightened backbone
A smile snuck past her ox-hair sweater
She made my beer blended head feel like it was surrounded
White skin that was soft
And if I touched it with my tongue
Stroh’s would turn to sweetened warm milk
I handed her my library card
Watching as she folded it close to her waist
My purple eyes now undressing her
She turned and pressed her thigh to mine
A quite whisper
“Have you ever read Lucia’s Feast?”
I finished my beer and she returned the card
Her thin, bare shoulders nudge mine fluidly
We left the table,
the leftover books unchecked.
Categories:
strapless, lust,
Form:
Free verse
Sitting under a generous eucalyptus tree
It's vibrant feet buried under dark gray moist
Ground. Its pendulum branches bending toward the
bubbly melodious canal; allowing the thin silvery
finger-like leaves to caress the meandering
Blue-green water.
In its canopy, groups of cicadas and crickets croon
Their music like chants from falsetto Himalayan
Monks. A scaly lizard with cowboy legs and
Protruding eyes stares annoyingly.
I inhale the scent of the morning's breath and
Observe a large blue dragonfly eating mosquitoes
For its breakfast. Looking at the bank of the
Canal. I see a yellow and black wasp, its line-like
Middle bobbing up and down as if dancing to
Nature's rhythm.
Above, the egg yolk colored weeds, a group of
gnats are showing off their acrobatic flying skills
By gliding in perfect formation. In the distance,
Clouds of dust like morning mist trail a tractor while
A group of field workers, hoes on their shoulders,
March like soldiers to a military band.
Looking up, I see the sky taking off its fluffy
Snow-white strapless dress revealing its blue
Magnificent body to those fortunate enough to
Notice. Standing in reverence, my eyes bathing
In salty liquid I no longer want to fish.
Categories:
strapless, beauty, emotions, feelings, fishing,
Form:
Free verse
Please don’t make a big deal about my birthday she said.
When you get to a certain age, you don’t want recognition.
She was wearing a pointed hat at the time.
I like to be incognito she lied.
Her six bracelets and fourteen rings begged to differ.
She was wearing a navy-blue strapless gown.
At her age it was remarkable, no one her age does this.
Of course, we do not know what age it is.
The necklace around her neck was a signature piece.
Louder and prouder than any necklace I have ever seen.
Her dangling earrings were fashioned from a designer.
Right, her sons said. “No attention tor you, Mom.”
Her daughters-in-law could not wait to get to the garden to discuss her.
Categories:
strapless, women,
Form:
Narrative