Best Strip Poems
I went up, to the cashier
With my bank card in my hand
She said, "Strip down facing me"
Something I'd misunderstand
"Right now and here?", I asked her
Modesty held me askew
She said, "If you want service,"
"That is what you'll have to do!"
The look on her face told me
She'd not wait a minute more
So I undid my trousers
And they fell down to the floor!
Then she rolled her eyes and said,
Words much to my chagrin
She said, "Strip down facing me,"
"Is how, your card go's in!
Categories:
strip, character, funny,
Form:
Quatrain
Ah my dear girl, how you show hidden treasure
In awesome and innocent ways
Small actions spark cold, thrilling pleasure
I pant at your power displays
Legs crossed to perfection, so cruelly they mock!
Lithe hands tug the cuff of blue jeans
Toes pointed slightly, you peel off your sock
Revealing your bare naked dream
Categories:
strip, life, passion,
Form:
Quatrain
Here’s to Möbius and his strip.
Like some attitudes, it is a circuitous
one sided trip!
© 2010 John M.Trusty
*For the Grook contest. Dedicated to A.F.Möbius (et al) and the attitude of some people,
which will never be as fascinating as his strip.
Categories:
strip, funny
Form:
Grook
Stepping on a way because there is a one
though I don’t know where it will lead me to,
and while I was walking on the bright side of the way
I found myself stepping on the dark side of the way.
Since I am on the dark side of the way
I moved forward with cautious steps, and found this time,
what a joke this life is, I am walking on the bright side of the way.
Although the people call the way that is straight the right way
this way really confuses me, am I on the right track or not,
because there is only a twisted way that lies ahead
and it is called the right way.
Besides, this way seems to have an end
but nowhere can I find the end.
There is the dust covered tracks of the bulldozer
plowed through the forest felling trees,
the hillside is cut and crushed to build a concrete wall.
And along the Mobius strip there goes the eyeless tank
stepping on tomorrow with caterpillar tracks carrying
men’s endless desire, vain ambition.
From the beginning of the world many mishaps occurred
on this mismatched ambiguous way, it still is stretched before me,
it still is going on. I call this way is the Mobius strip.
Categories:
strip, allegory, life,
Form:
Free verse
< well isn't that swell
lost another cool surfboard ...
holy sharks galore
beyond horizon
the sun bids day well ado ...
happy trails to you
top of old smokey
cumulus congestive skies ...
coughing up a storm
excursion riding
using buoyant enforcement ...
to capture the sun
yacht and small vessel
endlessly floats rippled lake ...
feeling abandoned
Categories:
strip, adventure, funny, imagination, inspirational,
Form:
Haiku
One day in mid June, in far off Rangoon.
The hand drawn baboon, a comic cartoon,
Was flown to the moon, by hot air balloon.
Then late afternoon, while in his pontoon.
A massive monsoon, blew like a typhoon.
He fired his harpoon, what's next! sometime soon.
4/ 28/ 2017.
( The last adventure of baboon continued )
With Mayday maroon, tied to his galoon
He ditched his cardoon, but ate the dried prune.
It was oppotune, with some good fortune.
He missed a sand dune, and surfed the lagoon.
Then with a soup spoon, rowed home to Cancun.
He now plays basoon, in some old saloon.
This was added after the contest was judged.
The first of May twenty seventeen.
Categories:
strip, adventure, moon,
Form:
Monorhyme
Strip tease
Pay and see such a great act
Everyone’s desires fulfilled
Watch with satisfaction for what your about to see
Catching your attention don’t fall asleep
And to begin my performance…
What the…
Categories:
strip, beautiful, cool, giggle, gothic,
Form:
Free verse
This rope
I do not remember
where is starts
or ends
I walk
barefoot
below it's dark
above a star
This rope
no yellow
brick road
no company
I walk
cold hands
my heart
thumps
This rope
is it an
umbilical
cord?
I walk
between
life and death
eternally
This rope
this Möbius strip
I walk
eternally
***
September 14, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
Categories:
strip, dream, metaphor,
Form:
Free verse
The Mobius Strip
Things change and are forever unchanging
Like rats in a maze confused and in a haze
We are fiending as we drink, puke, and blaze
Over and over again we learn the same lesson
But not if one is willing to face the blind truth
Just except this as a blessing in disguise
I am no exception to this rule don’t despair
Were all just passing on through here
Though it’s a path we must walk hard
Eventually we will all make it there.
Categories:
strip, life
Form:
Prose Poetry
Traveling by air?
Delayed by security?
Let’s make it quick
Here is the trick
Let’s embrace nudity
Dismiss TSA as a novelty
Introduce this new policy
Worked quite well on sheep of old
Quick and easy and kept them clean, though you may think it bold
The new policy will be known only as S&D
Strip-em and dip-em, not only quick but keeps them pest free
Categories:
strip, funny,
Form:
No One Loses At "Strip Jeopardy!"
by Rick Rucker
My late wife and I used to play it with glee,
Saying "No one loses at 'Strip Jepoardy!'"
Answer a question right, then you see,
You don't have to shed clothes, you are covered completely!
Answer it wrong, your clothes you take off,
Too many wrong, and the last garment you doff.
This is where the Fun can begin,
The winner gets to play with the newly-exposed skin!
How long a time is decided at the start,
Remembering always to be kind to your heart!
Right at first,
You might only want to tantalize your thirst!
Work up to longer,
When you're feeling stronger.
Final Jeopardy is really a Blast,
That is why they save it for last!
I would most often win,
She would be covered in only her skin!
I would be generous in my win,
After a little playing, her massage would begin!
Now I'll give you a game-winning plan,
From me, to you, just man-to-man.
For The Final, bet everything,
Then, the buzzer, don't even ring!
The worst that could happen is, you both don't have a stitch,
But the sight of each other will start an itch!
That can only be scratched by the other,
Now you can commence to smother
Each with kisses,
Both for Mister and the Missus!
Give it a shot, and you will see,
No one loses at "Strip Jeopardy!"
Categories:
strip, funny
Form:
Couplet
Unclasped my pearl necklace
and loosened my long, straight hair,
opened the buttons of my dress and let it fall,
took off my lingerie,
tearing the delicate silk,
and left me naked.
After that, with his finger-scalpel,
he sliced into my skin,
as though I were meat.
He put his surgeon hands
into my entrails and
ripped out my guts,
my ordinary cells
and all the primary ones.
All of the healthy blood,
all of the useless blood,
spurted from me.
He tore into what was healthy,
and into what was infected,
every pustule.
With eyes like rays
of laser light,
he pulled away my organs
and boned me.
I lay down
next to my clothes
and to what was taken
with the wisdom
of a firm and sharp lancet.
From my lurid nudity
I begged him to possess me,
moaning into spasms,
and when he broke through my soul,
what a fantastic ******!
Patricia Evans
Categories:
strip, allegory, happiness, life, love,
Form:
Free verse
I seriously have never thought I would but well there I am. I would read your head just in this one case. None more. Just this exact one. I have always reasoned it a crime as thoughts are just ours, our own. And I remember well you said you think the same. And I never wanted to commit it. I never wanted to make you naked, to tear it from you. But people change. Now I would. I would do it. Violently, as I know you would not tell me what's what. I thought a little more of it and then, it hit me. I would have to read your head with an interpretation. Because what if I read it wrong? Being me, I am sure I don't get things as you do. Nonetheless I would.
I love you but I would strip you. I love you but I would. I would, I am (not sure I am) sorry. I would.
Categories:
strip, change, fantasy, yellow,
Form:
Prose
Another night I sit at the computer instead
of dancing a fancy jig with a japanese fan
or putting on the perfect shade of red lipstick
and eating pastry encrusted crab cakes
with buerre blanc and scallions
blowing off the advances of an old flame
while calling a cab and lighting
my own cigarette
Looking at the moonlight through my lover's hair is
impossible because we never
get to see each other
And we are always too embarassed
To meet the other's gaze after our own
endeavors to become more like ourselves
backfire in our respective faces
and shame us into
behaving as if no one cared in the first place
I will still sniff the air around me
and determine if you are still fit for my bed.
Take your clothes off, please.
Categories:
strip, inspirational, love, natural disasters,
Form:
Free verse
Political Strip Search
they say they want transparency
so everyone else can plainly see
the botox freeze
of cottage cheese
the naked truth of its lunacy
11/12/2016
submitted to – Naked – Poetry Contest
Categories:
strip, humor,
Form:
Limerick