Best Tan Poems
She lies, tan gentle lines and curves so sharp
she pairs her heart horizontal to zero
Her body falling from great cusps above
Then deriving great pleasure from the angle
Skirting the limits, fleecing the boundaries
She breaks the surface of space
Then her shell is unfolding, unraveling
Wildly spinning out of control on her axis
The ground giving us no differential treatment
Then her inflections begin to fluctuate
Now she can’t ignore the signs anymore
For a symptom hopes a cure will appear
Strum soft sweet chords on wire lyre strings
A convergence we’ll hold, integrate, we’ll come
Together to throw arc shadows on walls
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Expanded on my older poem "Tan Gentle Lines"
The Sparrow took a break from flight
Approaching with landing gear down
Touched upon the white painted post from height
Looked directly into my eyes with his eyes_that clown
Those brown small eyes directly into my depth
How I would love to just sit and commune
Those tiny legs holding that dark tan body
The body that nervously bounced around
Watching, listening for any foe that could devour
Short was the moment maybe thirty seconds
Then he was gone
How so much like life_some relationships just don't last
Man samarpit, tan samarpit
Aur yah jeevan samarpit
Chaahtaa hoon desh ki dharti tujhey kuchh aur bhi doon
Ma tumhara rin bahut hai, mai akinchan
Kintu itna kar raha phir bhi nivedan
Thaal mein laoo saja kar bhaal jab bhi
Kar daya sweekar lena wah samarpan
Gaan arpit, Praan arpit
Raqt ka kan kan samarpit
Chaahtaa hoon desh ki dharti tujhey kuchh aur bhi doon
Maanj do talwaar, lao na deri
Bandh do kas kar kamar par dhaal meri
Bhaal par mal do charan ki dhool thodi
Sheesh par asheesh ki chhaya ghaneri
Swapn arpit, prashn arpit
Aayu ka kshan kshan samarpit
Chaahtaa hoon desh ki dharti tujhey kuchh aur bhi doon
Todta hoon moh ka bandhan, kshama do
Gaon mere, dwar, ghar, aangan kshama do
Aaj seedhe haath mein talwaar de do
Aur bayeen haath mein dhwaj ko thama do
Yah suman lo, yah chaman lo
Need ka tran tran samarpit
Chaahtaa hoon desh ki dharti tujhey kuchh aur bhi doon
Poet of this Poem is Shri Ramavtar Tyagi
There once was a lady on the roof;
Basking on the sun, getting tanned, all aloof.
A towel covered her up.
She felt comfy like a pup .
Lying on the sunlit roof, oh what a goof!
(Reviewed by a snooty correspondent)
November dons her coats of warm terries,
tans, a few ochres, but surely not bright.
(Except for sneaky, red-coated berries,
peeking from bushes, agrin with delight.)
November's dress: pretty dull, never shines.
We prefer October's boisterous charm.
Branches bare, it's said limbs often recline;
sunbathe to keep their tans, and also warm.
Fashion designers often grow somber
and turn November into works of art.
Choosing russet offset by burnt umber
we find those dull colors lacking in heart.
Whispers of Summer heard in fashion parks.
Soon we'll write of a new bridal-white show.
Days ending sooner, dusk now wearing darks;
Winter waits coyly; looks lovely in Snow.
November 10, 2021
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My Tall, Tan, Sunflower Girl
Smelling like coconuts and cocoa butter
My eyes Follow your tan lines
..under your simple cotton dress
What must they taste like?
dawn a flash of light
summer sun escaped the clouds
a blink in time
sparrows twittering
fledgelings begging to be fed
a watchful cat
warm westerly breeze
consolation for no sun
the warmth factor
summertime blinked
one-day last year a Monday
July the tenth
suntanned my body
fake news in a bottle
binned sunglasses
its summer time
no nature is lying
hush pretty baby
my apple tree
has yet to bloom and produce
summertime blues
Sun radiation
Fun to look nice with a tan
Cancer death awaits
Russell Sivey
The last Bikini Tan lines of summer
Fades like autumn leaves and fall colors
As it's being blown away
By the western Isle of Scotland winds
Now it’s time for Halloween
My Neck Is Red, My Arms Are Tan
By Rick Rucker
My neck is red, my arms are tan,
I was, not long ago, a working man,
I retired, some weeks ago,
The Sun comes up, I have no place to go,
My Love is still asleep,
So, very quiet I must keep,
And now, the light sweeps across the room,
Deathly still, much like a tomb,
I should be in my car,
Fighting others, driving far,
I now start the coffee pot,
Soon, it will yield that beverage, hot,
All past mornings, at this hour,
I would have exited from the shower,
And had something small to eat,
And planned my day, complete,
Now, all I do, is to mutter,
Knowing that all I will do is putter,
My chores do not fill one hour of morning,
That seems to be an ominous warning,
At work, I would do this and that,
Now, I spend the morning like the cat,
I spice up my rest with naps,
Practicing for when they play me Taps,
Perhaps I will learn to embrace the morn,
Happy, again that a new day is born,
That is, of course, a hunch,
But now, it just seems a delay ‘til lunch!
You may think me daft,
But, now that I no longer ply my craft,
The dawning of the day,
Takes more of my Pride away!
8/6/2012
Well she got her magic nose
And she looks like the best snowman now
Though she’s brand new on the front lawn
Compared to all of the old snowmen now
But with that magic carrot
She will show all of the other snowmen how
To get a tan, tan, tan
Before all the winter snow melts away
Well she stands there all day
As the temperature keeps going up now
Without ever melting even
One of her teeny tiny snowflakes now
While other snowmen start to
Melt and look like piles put there from the truck plow
She’ll get a tan, tan, tan
Before all the winter snow melts away
Well she knew all along
That all the other’s wanted her nose now
And since they took both of her arms
There would be no way to protect herself now
But then the sun came out strong
And melted the other snow men anyhow
So she’ll get a tan, tan, tan, since the sun melted them all away
So she’ll get a tan, tan, tan, since the sun melted them all away
Cat melts in the sun
Fortuitously furry
Spreads like best butter
Did you hear the Lon Tan Cross is home!
The 521 Australian fallen are honoured
From a Vietnam War so unpopular
Hail the men of the D Company 6 RAR
Who fought the Vietnamese in the rain
In a rubber plantation so out numbered
And those who died with their faces to the foe
Did you hear Long Tan Cross is home!
© Paul Warren Poetry
once I touched the light I did
it was so white I ran and hid
you never warned me about life that it was like that
you never told me about the rain or to wear a hat
wish upon a star they say in the bright of the dark
wish for the better part of a day in the wilds of a park
where a fountain of knowledge flows
where a sky of dots and of circles glows
i had so much and it made me sad all that insignificant gold
i had so much it made me happy all those friends to hold
sometimes I was cold and I swear I truly needed heat
sometimes I was hot and slept without even a sheet
once in a while I felt lost and confused
once in a while I was found and amused
tell me about the caterpillar about the butterfly
tell me that was a fairy I saw and not a made up lie
words were sworn but they were only floating bubbles
words were born and suddenly I played in puddles
each day from joy I cried
each day filled with love I tried
People are constantly asking me the secret to my tan
I laugh and reply I get it from a can
I tell them they can achieve the perfect tan too
They guess it's probably the summers over the years with the highway crew
The human skin is smooth, it has no grains
The secret to my tan is wood stain
They watch as the water just repels off my back
I've tried them all, the best is Minwax
They look at my teeth and ask if I use it on my grill
I quickly reply, you need to add some Thomson's Water Seal
The label warns prolonged exposure may cause skin cancer
I firmly believe since I'm not a lab rat, wood stain tans are the answer
Even beach goers are jealous of my skin tone
I'm a Daywalker but darker than a Redbone
I should have never coated my face, now I feel it is affecting my brain
Now I am bathing in Murphy's Oil Soap to preserve the tan from the wood stain