Best Unclothe Poems

Unblouse  your breast
Where to nuzzle and warm
Areola to moisten and mouth
Urgency need, I scarce was born
Unclothe me in all unrighteousness
Sing for me no lullabye
Fetus reflection in alabaster eyes

Yours will forgive me, so softly they plead
The call in my eyes , so loving beguiled
Answers my...

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As Our Blessed Lady appeared holding Her Divine Son in Her arms
you will leave this state of pain she said in 3 days
In forty days you will leave this state 
that she serves a higher purpose Divine
such was the news her heart 
it began skipping...

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There is no excuse. Nothing to blame
So I hide my tired eyes and exist in shame
I'm ashamed to live, I'm afraid to die
I find, I'm unworthy to look in the eye
So I hang my head low
And pretend I don't see
I pretend not to know
You recognize...

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Reflection of life
Unclothe by the harvest winds
Autumn leaves are tears 

Edward J. Ebbs - October 22, 2015


Written for a Contest, Autumn Haiku...

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My heart breaks so readily nowadays--
at hearing of the sudden death of a friend
or witnessing the slow death of another.
My heart is wrenched to see dementia
in my lovely neighbor with her lovely 
English accent, and the 'Oh my dears',
knowing her sparkling voice might 
soon be...

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This is Nigeria where every thief is honest;
Where every politicians are good yet, they are probe.
This is Nigeria where every students are wise.
This is Nigeria where every He-Goats smell not.
This is Nigeria where every eyes bleed like a tap. 
This is Nigeria where every man...

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Have you ever gazed on fields turned wild
Free, untamed, and fallow
Where the weeds reign unflinching
Exhaling fragrant blooms and countless seeds

Have you ever gazed on fields turned wild
Where erratic winds blow
And mice and winged migrants forage
A land that does not bend to cultivation
Or manufactured lawn
And blackened...

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To You, I’d used to address my man covered with grime 
  
Poetry was space of style and dressing that I fill 
  
Panicked, incapable, feared loosing rhymes 
  
I thought once: my language of filling fell ill 
   
...

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“Never trust people who tell you their lives
are always beautiful……” – Unknown

There are tensions and strife that are normally swept under our skins,
as we smile to the world. We wear dark glasses, weekend smiles,
and a loud personality.
It takes only one intuitive question to our state...

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Simply like tea, expression so sweet.
Love thee truly. Always be mine.
Seeing through me, those cerulean eyes.
Man of aristocracy. Love with dash of sass.
See-through wine glass, luscious lips in sight.
Temptations pass, turn off the light.
Seeing into mine eyes, move a little closer.
Embrace me, lips entwine. Laying...

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You are the light of the world,
You are the warmth in winter, the shade in summer or so I was told.
And when we die, You command the soul to leave the body on earth.
When it is my time to go, unclothe my body,
Leave it in...

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Have you listen, Have you heard
Have you seen, have you lived
Do you truly know

You walk the streets 
You say, you understand, you will change
Do you truly hear
Do you care

We are people, we are a nation
We are broken and divided by your lies
You are our leaders

You...

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Take off your clothes.. come out to me,
let me shower you with love,
Keep your arms wide open
As I bless you from above...
I`ll dance with the horizon
while the moonlight keeps a glow,
a rhythm hypnotizing
memorizing head to toe...
And all the while I sense the joy
of passion from...

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Dear lilies,
your bulb that spring up
are memories of hope and bliss
from flora in solitude.
(A prisoner acquit from confinement)

You rove lonely like the evening Moon
for two lover lurking privily at dark;
it is wonder you unclothe them
where bulbs of you are rooted.

Your varieties, I heard, are flossy...

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Wallowing upon a pillow of night
he tells himself not to think of that
nor of this.
Soon the slow spinning of mind-threads return,
every thought now is a thorn that must be plucked.
He wants to relax, bathe in pleasant images
yet each pool is full of sharks,
even puddles can...

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