Best Stripped Poems
stripped naked shivering
raped by northwesterly wind
stiff bare limbs vibrate
leaves once ablaze rest 'pon roots
nourishment for spring's rebirth
The silhouette of crooked figures
Amply lean against a wall
Speaking in a foreign language
As the foremost starts to crawl.
Out from the window
I look on the street
Robots are moving quickly
As they stare at their feet.
The planet is turning backward
Time continues on
And to think the robots walking
Moved the earth beneath their stomp.
The bookshelf is leaning
As it threatens to crush
I put my hand out to stop it
And it tells me to hush?
...What?
Confused and lost
I stumble down the stair
Finding a way out
Then stopped in dead air
The crooked figure now before me
I gaze with glistening eyes
Reaches in my chest
And clenches it's prize.
Now a moving robot
I stomp down the street
Not noticing anything
But my walking feet
Stripped bare, my garments fall to the ground...free,
I expose my scars like medals gleaming.
In the moon's glow, I rediscover me.
The crowning moon lights my path. Then, soaring,
nature exhorts...the fertile earth bearing
fruit like a mother awaiting. I pray
for a stellar reception, an array
of constellations dancing on bare skin.
Stripped of mores below, I long to allay
my burdens by exposing scars within.
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, April 17, 2012
for YOUR BIRTHDAY SUIT Contest (Cyndi MacMillan)
Autumn’s pretty dress drifts slowly to the ground
She shivers as the rich russet robe gently falls
Her dress dances in the breeze, making a rustling sound
It floats down leaving a crunchy blanket under our feet
We must wait for spring until her green dress is complete
Autumn’s glorious colour fades and soon winter calls
Nature’s ever changing beauty is such a wonderful treat
I adore how the seasons transform our countryside around
10-26-16
Stripped of all pretenses
Naked as the light of day
Sensual, au natural look
Appealing in every way
~ Chiquita Banana, Ole!
"Stripped Down"
Stripped down
the external shed,
snakes aren’t what you think
stripped down
the external shed,
skins hung on a beam
overhead,
hanging souls
and their fangs
penetrating
Stripped down,
you hear me now?
Stripped down
inside
outside,
upside down
Stripped down,
what you looking at now?
Reflection
inside
Light,
outside
power
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
gvlm-llb
"Lux Vitae" -
"Vitae Lux"
homonyms.
shed
beam
Big world rich view
I took the pauper's oath
Then you could see me
The person inside who you love and care for
You knowingly take it all
The good and sometimes the bad
My past, present and future
Something I never had
And all along did I ever believe someone would find my childhood memories cute?
Giving your body away to someone is simple; done every day
Without a name exchanged
But money given- we are knowingly ruled by cash
A cheating husband to the wife at home..
Wondering again what she's done wrong
Every human so corrupt, and yet
Somehow I still feel naked as I speak
But you look at me and smile, I can tell
It’s too genuine and I’m not used to this
I’m being vulnerable, but this
The silliest things it seems
Bring the feeling on, but
There’s a reason behind everything
Every feeling, every word spoken
A story behind the scarred wrist
Or the lonliness and sadness
Which brought on every tear that will ever exist
All I know is this:
When I’m alone with myself
it’s only you that I miss
Stripped naked to your wily deceit,
You stand hollow with deadly defeat.
Stripped naked to your cruelsome greed,
You stand like a morbid, ugly weed.
Stripped naked to your frail vanity,
You stand sans simple sense, sanity.
Stripped naked to your devious lust,
You stoop lowest, worse than worm in dust.
Quake-shaken, ripped, rob(b)ed off your sheer shame
In glaring-baring; gone is your sham(e).
See your rickety repute crumble,
I know now why you mumble-fumble.
At long last you stand exposed threadbare.
Deny the naked truth if you still dare!
Sue posed nude on the cover of Fforbes
Shocked neighbours saw her massive pink orbs
Her old father went mad
She said "Don’t worry Dad,
You'll feel better once the shock absorbs"
Pure fiction as 'Forbes' is a business magazine
Ff was deliberately used to make the name sound upmarket like the name Audrey FForbes-Hamilton from a British Sitcom 'To the Manor Born'
09-28-17
at the journey’s end
stripped bare; barren, withered tree---
lies in final sleep
~*~
"Limpid pools of prevarications laid down and to the left.The ayes and nays of what lay between us , belie sweet spoken claims of truth.A Chalice filled with promise is naught but empty if held and turned the same. Once upright empty , still ; as silent as a plea unaswered . The void of need unfilled.To late to slake a Knightly thirst. Lips parched and broken , will never hold that cup upright.While misbegotten fools grasping crudely , face her to the ground. With vulgar jibes and leers they sit and drink their fill of She who suffers the slings and arrows of fools thrown coppers for the Goddess , in Whom they don't believe. James Patrick Kail August 4th 2012"
Form:
leaves nearly stripped clean
willow tree almost naked..
birds eat from feeders
Stripped of verbs
last night i slept with myself
i hugged and kissed before sleep.
In the middle of the night I was pushing myself off the bed,
There was no room and I wanted to step aside.
From my body, letters flowed,
I tried to squeeze my breasts so that somehow I wouldn't lose,
The words I would whisper to myself before falling asleep,
But my nipples were incapable of keeping marks
Teeth broken in a hurry.
Between me and myself I put the verb: "Shoot!"
And I pulled my buttocks closer
So that I can feel the blood running rebel
To the column of pulsations that ruled my body.
I sat down next to Me
And I was kissing my hair:
You know, we should be between our clothes more often!
Stripped of self, the soul residing
Ego shorn, here now [to be] reborn,
Searching for new dimensions abiding
From eternal god-presence is torn.
Finding new existence in human form
Resurrected and renewed in purity,
Bringing what it values as a norm
Time and space, another life its destiny.
With a forgotten past ne’er to recall
Embracing the eternal Godhead spirit
In times primeval before the great fall
Listens for the inner voice, to hear it,
While experiencing lessons of truth
Then wills to live in spiritual solidarity
Hopefully, reorienting through youth,
Becoming more prepared for eternity.
Written June 30, 2022
For “Ego shorn, here now reborn” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker