Best Swimsuits Poems
Sunscreen could not save our skin,
as dressed in skimpy swimsuits,
we splished and splashed that afternoon,
so happily slapping the water of the sun-kissed glistening sea,
splattering each other with its salty taste.
Afterward, we swam out into the swell of its waves,
surrendering ourselves to the surges
of the smaller and less dangerous waves,
letting ourselves be totally submerged and tossed like shells,
then swept swiftly back to shore.
Later, we drifted out to the deep,
and then shuddering as the temperature dipped,
we swam to the safety of the beach.
Skipping back to the warmth of sand,
we toweled off and sat, satiated with contentment
to watch sun setting in a sky of cerulean and splendid rose.
Drenched with much peacefulness,
we watched sun sink lower and lower
at the edge of the shore -
at the edge of that summer
and at the edge of a childhood
we could not know then
was coming to
its end.
April 5, 2019 for Edward Ebeh's Pick A Title, Vol.3 Alliteration Poetry Contest
Categories:
swimsuits, childhood,
Form:
Alliteration
When I think back on the tattered pages of my life, I find so much sadness and
sorrow. But there was a time way back when life was truly perfect, before Susan
was killed by a truck walking home from school one winter day. She was six and I
was four and we were sisters who were loved very deeply. Our parents were
hardworking and wonderful to us. But that day changed everything, nothing was
ever the same.
I can remember quite far back, it seems amazing that I can recall being fed in a
high chair, the train was coming and I had to open my mouth. I can still hear
mother laughing when I got food all over my face. She liked to dress the two of us
like twins. I was big for my age and Susan was small for hers. We were adorable,
everyone said so. Many days we went for walks around the neighbourhood and
sometimes we played in this beautiful wooded park that had a pond with ducks
and swans. I remember we would put our feet in the cold water and shriek our joy.
Sometimes we went to the beach dressed in our blue satin swimsuits and
everyone said we were sweet with our shiny hair and of course, we adored the
attention. I recall going to a fair with games and rides. We had ice-cream and
candy floss and went on amusement rides. We especially loved the ponies. Once I
was photographed by the local newspaper with the caption, "tot enjoys the fair," I
still have that photo of me with a big candy floss in my face.
We had dolls and teddy bears and grandma gave us a real tea pot and cups to
to use for our tea parties in the back yard, she even made us peanut butter
cookies, oh, it was lovely. Dad made us a little table with two chairs and a cupboard
for our dishes. We would dress up in grandma's old hats and stuff and even invited
the cat, it is a beautiful memory. Then Susan died and I had two of everything
like clothes, teddy bears, dolls and toys. Life was never the same.
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March 31, 2015
Poetry/Prose/The Beautiful Days
Copyright Protected, ID 03-658-687-31
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France
For the Standard contest, Golden Days,
sponsor, Rob Carmack, Judged 04/2015
10th Place
Categories:
swimsuits, childhood, memory,
Form:
Prose
A very mighty king resides on high.
His face beams down upon us from the sky.
We praise him when he’s shining happily,
Reflecting in the azure of the sea.
King Sun, however, toys with us some days.
He hides behind the clouds to make a haze.
And other times he likes to prove how bright
That he can be compared to Luna’s light.
We’ll be in swimsuits, ready for some fun.
King Sun has spoiled it though for everyone.
He scorches us and makes us pray for rain,
But his return we’ll pray for soon again!
Without his rays, we’d see much suffering,
And so we are indebted to our king.
Aug. 22, 2016 for the Couplet time poetry contest of Rick Parise
Categories:
swimsuits, sun,
Form:
Couplet
June is around the corner
and soon it will bring
the sound of the June bug
strumming it's wings.
The waters are warming and
swimsuits are in.
A wonderful sunny season will
soon begin.
Watermelon freshly sliced
a wonderful gathering of friends.
Company is so very nice as we
welcome May's end.
Categories:
swimsuits, celebration, friendship, june, may,
Form:
Rhyme
Night dawns
He sat
The folding plastic chair creaked
Fading sunlight turned bronze
He noticed
The sun slide slowly towards the horizon
Drifting in the dark blue sky
Flocks of Geese floating V’s waving goodbye
He shivered
A cloud momentarily blocking the sun
As Orange and brown leaves fall silently to the ground
He watched
Waves of blue and green sparkle a million ways
Tiny and warm, lapping the shore
He felt
Smooth golden sand , warm and dry
Gleam white ,Under the feet
The wind tug gently as it passes by
He wrote
As swimsuits , bikinis and bare feet strolled merrily by
And Colored umbrellas reflected the sky
While Swallows soar and dive
He heard
The sun hiss into waters clean and clear
Butterflies dance in the sky
Darkness land softly on tiptoes and feet
Daylight sleep and night fall
He sat
As the stars twinkle on a bed of black velvet lace
And slept , peaceful and deep
While the cycle renewed
Categories:
swimsuits, beauty, good night, nature,
Form:
Sonnet
Modest swimsuits, bathing boxes
White-blue flesh ice cold
Scratchy towels, sandy sandwiches
Pots of tea being sold
Foxford blankets, picnic baskets –
A donkey ride on the strand
Flowery summer frocks, mischief brimming
A practical joke being planned
Hesitant breast strokes – high pitched laughter
Terror, delight ‘the cold’! -
Sunburn, windburn, scalded skin –
‘You’ll remember this when you are old’
Your mother is calling ‘the picnic is ready’
‘I’ll be there in a minute’, you say.
As you dive down again under –
The sea bed to plunder -
‘There is treasure down there, Mam’ you say!’
Landladies’ rules, pubs with high stools
‘– A large bottle, sir, if you please -
And may be a chaser?’ ‘You are a disgrace, sir -
The night will blow away with the breeze’.
A day at the races, smiles on mens’ faces,
Jingles in pockets, dinner in ‘Rocketts’ -
A beer and a ***, a joke and a drag –
‘This is grand, Sir!’
Which horse do you fancy – I think Mary Nancy
Called after his missus – and just as delicious
‘A winner for sure, sir
And what are you bettin’? Think of what you’ll be gettin’
When you win on the jackpot –
It is certain, sir!’
Sea-side rock plastic,
Coloured windmills fantastic
Naughty postcards to be hidden
– Their content forbidden,
By your mother –
The day’s nearly over –
You are tired – you’ll recover
For a night at the amusements – you have one and twopence
Clean clothes, polished shoes and a song.
Categories:
swimsuits, childhood, nostalgia, night, mother,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Tough skinned -strong, take it and dish it out.
Thin skinned - overly sensitive.
Skin of our teeth -
struggle for life, survival.
Skin defines and designs us,
the skin we’re in, through pain, color issues, death and life.
Skin-If skin could talk.
Fascinating story.
Not just color of skin but skin which is our body fabric, the material that wraps our
soul and our innermost parts silky, splashed with water, warmth, cologne, love
and labor-skin.
yes john heck this is prose but...the skin I'm in Part One
Touch comes through skin and touch informs us of so much. The way people
touch us tells us if they are comfortable with us and with themselves.
It can be hostile, strident touch; rough, accusatory, disciplining, invasive or it can
be sensual, exciting, invigorating, accepting, encouraging, loving, comforting.
Skin Talk
too frequent breakouts, rashes, allergies, sores, impetigo, suffered
embarrassment, pain and shame. Scars! Coco butter for every nick and scrape.
But my black knees and those scars embarrassing in
swimsuits or shorts
legs were scarred with black spots.
Marvin Taylor called me leopard legs in fifth grade and fifty years later,
I remember the sting, shame and pain of it.
Campaigned against my scarred legs with scrubs and other potions until the
spots began to fade and a sense of perspective...
skin challenges, burns, rapid tissue growth that should disfigure -yet the
elephant man walks with dignity and grace in his could be monster face
severe acne in the face, severe psoriasis and yet their character and ways of
dealing with these problems determine their real image, reflection and persona
life is a gift that can not be determined by black spots on legs.
Categories:
swimsuits, black african american, health,
Form:
Narrative
The Boardwalk
Whistles, jeers
Unrelenting young men
Ladies in swimsuits sigh while passing by
Screams from the Wild Mouse
Creaking ominously against summer skies
What happens if it fails to make that turn?
Spinning wheels, colorful trophies
“Step right up and try your luck!”
“Come on, Dad, it’s just a buck.”
Children’s laughter
Fun House draws a youthful audience
Mom and Dad slurp snow cones outside
Buzzing overhead
Plane with trailer invites diners:
“Sample succulent fare at Oyster Pad”
Honking trams
Make room for commuters
Who heckle pedestrians
Pounding surf
Lovers entwine beneath the wooden planks
Whispering promises of eternal affection
Cooing pigeons
Stalk the waffle stand
Wings flutter when bounty’s found
Yawning toddlers
Mothers cradle in their arms
Dads wearily tote huge, stuffed bears
* for the Sounds of Summer challenge
Categories:
swimsuits, happiness, places, seasonssummer, summer,
Form:
Free verse
In numerous locales countrywide, they hold sway
Pirouetting at intervals like ballerinas from Bolshoi
Beauteous, feline and very feminine
Slender to the point of emaciation, not quite
Cultivating the undernourished look on a frugal diet
Decidedly austere for a longer tenure in the limelight
Basking in the fleeting warmth of an adulatory audience
A gathering of the doting kindred and the upwardly mobile
Some dirty old men on the sly, dirty young men too
Glued to their seats craning for a better view
By and large captive by choice, a handful perforce
Sitting through to pen their weekly column
Giving those they fancy their due in the sun
Witnesses to a parade of demure eyed lasses
And a few with flashy looks walking tall on stilettos
Essentially female and contoured though not prominently so
At least not to a marked degree, yet with excellent muscle tone
Opulence, no longer deemed a career necessity
Once considered right stuff, now rejected as wrong size
An hour-glass shape belonging to an age bygone
But hardly so, from the viewers’ mind, in retrospect
Enchanting and alluring yet not overtly titillating
Each in a state of dress and undress
Willing tools of designers flaunting their creations
Sporting dresses and hats and shoes, and lingerie too
In black or white and loud or subdued hues
Displaying formal wear, casual wear, swimsuits and sleep suits
Some scanty and figure hugging, others flowing and loose
A bony look required for some, others fulsome
A voyeur’s paradise, to be sure
Indulging a fetish without stooping too low
Chilly weather was never reason enough to cancel a show
Heat of arc-lamps taking care of goose pimples
Or brandy taken neat infusing the needed heat
Harbingers of tomorrow’s fashion and pall-bearers of today’s
The strobe lit platform of the pageant
Serving to launch new faces or is it legs?
The leggy look personified by Twiggy of yore
Carried through in the interim and sustained by the new genre
Captivating without doubt, and thorough professionals
Displaying unruffled demeanour and tutored bearing of thoroughbreds
Exuding confidence with every graceful step they take
Cool as ice despite the harsh glare of stage lights
And callous catcalls from boorish males
Performing in a backdrop of future fashion trends
Money and fame finding some, eluding others
Be it centre stage or in the shadows
It is bread on the catwalk for all
Categories:
swimsuits, tribute, men,
Form:
Free verse
death shall have no dominion
Dominion of Canada
Canada goose
goose egg
egg salad
salad days
days of our lives
lives in the balance
balance the budget
budget rent a car
karmaloop
loopmasters
Masters of the Universe
universal love
love and hate
hate your guts
guts but no brains
brains blown out
out of our minds
mindset
set your watch
watch TV
vegan pizza
pizza crust
crust of bread
bread and water
water bottle
bottle of beer
beer Vikings
Viking invasion
invasion of privacy
sea to shining sea
Seattle, Washington
washing clothes
clothes make the man
maneater
eater of flesh
fleshtone
tone it down
down the drain
drain clog
clogged sink
sink or swim
swimsuits
suits me fine
fine dining
dining out
outcast
cast a shadow
shadow
cast
Categories:
swimsuits, word play, words,
Form:
Blitz
..~~Childhood Memory~~..
None of us could swim, from the river we were banned
Not allowed near the water without an adult holding a hand
When the adults were busy we went to play
Of course to the river our thoughts oft did stray.
A tin bath we found much to our delight
It would make a good boat so try it we might.
We were not allowed swimsuits as none of us could swim
So it was down to our birthday suits then we jumped in.
We took it in turns to sail in the bath
We didn’t think then of our parent’s fears or wrath
My brother decided a new game to play
Who could capsize the bath best - and still get away?
What fun playing in the hours of illicit gaming.
Capsizing and spitting out water with no complaining.
All went well until I tipped the bath near the drinking tree root
They sucked up and grabbed the bath for a hoot.
I turned the bath over and fell from inside
The tree roots clawed at me from the surface trying to hide
The fingers of the tree reached for me, holding and pinning me tight
The air from my lungs all gone - I never thought I would see the light.
A gasp as air rushed in, I could breath, I could see
And there were my friends and siblings all clapping at me
I had put on a good "act" of drowning they said
I had not the heart to tell them I thought I was dead.
We rubbed ourselves down with our clothes and dressed quick
All crossing our hearts, we would never tell our trick
I remember so well the dark grasping water back then
I learnt to swim quick before I went there again.
Categories:
swimsuits, childhood, tree, water, me,
Form:
Quatrain
This onset of autumn’s first chill
Means swimsuits will no longer thrill.
But only a dope
Would snivel and mope,
For women have sweaters to fill!
Categories:
swimsuits, humor,
Form:
Limerick
when the sun finally shines its last hot beams of
annoying rays down upon the slimy suntan-lotion-saturated
bodies &
the convertibles get taken back in the garages &
the vast groups of lame ass motorcyclists who drive only during
the summer months (gliding on their gross neon-colored crotch-rockets)
disappear &
the swimsuits, tank-tops, flip-flops & birkenstocks are all
stuffed back into their proper drawer in the dresser
(with all the sand cleaned from every nook and cranny in question) &
all those little kiddies hawking their lemonade all have to go back to school
(thus closing up those awful stands that pitifully provoke people into pretending that they wanted a dixie cup of watered down yellow sugar) &
the clothes hardly covering any of the strapping young lads
and the sexy young ladies all are traded in for clothes that do the exact opposite &
all the bugs start to die while the birds start to think very seriously about beginning to pack up the ol’ nest n’ begin flying south &
all the picnic-fanatics go back inside &
all the campers are done masquerading as outdoorsmen & women (going back to the cities where they came from) &
all the country folk who took their lil’ vacations to exciting metropolitan settings & tropical paradises have gone back to their mundane towns & villages &
we who love the changing foliage,
the apple cider donuts,
the colder temperatures nuzzling their way in,
the shorter days coming,
the crisp breeze blowing,
the pumpkin spiced coffee drinks, pumpkin pie, pumpkin muffins & pumpkin cookies,
the cardigans, flannel shirts, jeans, hoodies & all other of our layers
finally broke out for our comfortable frumpiness,
the scented candles burning throughout,
the little rugrats (probably the same ones that were hawking the yellow sugar water) dressing up for their halloween &
halloween in general---
will no longer be waiting on october.
Categories:
swimsuits, life, halloween, clothes, yellow,
Form:
Free verse
One on his finger, one in his nose;
Crackers and honey, marsh mellow toes;
Voluptuous women, desire that grows;
And what is the problem, he’ll never know
Seashell collectors, wadding through waves;
Tight fitting swimsuits, eyes now enslaved;
And no matter the sizes, it passes the days;
And is there a problem, can anyone say.
Kimono clad women, looking for tips;
Sweet tasting poppers, with hot mustard lips;
Rice wine and toppers, perspiring hips;
Hopeful attempts; served up in quips
One on his finger, a sign on the door;
Huddled together, with tears on the floor;
Nothing to hope for, they’re gone ever more;
But the movie continues, from mountains to shore
Categories:
swimsuits, imagination
Form:
Rhyme
Summertime, a wonderful time full of nostalgic teenage memories
I spent many weekends with my best friend Tina at Bear Pond Park
Memories of packing our swimsuits, towels, music and bagged lunches
And We always brought our spending money for the snack shack
We chewed grape bubble gum in the car and gossiped on the way
It was a fun time and I always looked forward to those special days
At the park, we swam, worked on our tans and went on the slides
Laughing, flirting with the boys while racing down the rainbow rides
In the late afternoon We had our deep dish ice cream sundaes
Memories of my tongue tickled by the tartness of the strawberries,
while soothed by frozen vanilla custard with layers of whipped cream
We ate at the picnic table while sweet dribbles landed on our swimsuits
We had to wait a while before we could go back and swim in the lake
We went back to the rainbow slides, laughing and chewing bubble gum
Our swimsuits dotted with ice cream and berry stains, soon to be washed away
We had one last afternoon swim, our suits washed clean until the next weekend.
6/26/22
Contest: Ice Cream Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Julia Ward
N/A Judged 7/15/22
Categories:
swimsuits, friendship, nostalgia, summer,
Form:
Free verse