Best Unclothed Poems
Last night I wandered past your total disregard
And walked forlorn
Stark insecurity amplified
Still I walked , my usual forebearance uncomplied
Upon furthermost the distance between us elongated
The sustenance of forgotten stores inside me generated
I was venerated - nay subjugated
Of these morsels congregated
And fed me through those inkblack nights
In dewfall of the quiet
Inside unheard the rebel riots
As my breath became a billion
As my fears that I embraced
Loosed themselves and fearing fled
Melting in the murky bellows
Did I find my standing there...
Naked but for meekness laced
Forgotten was my fear
I needs you dId not anymore
Nor your disregard this doggone day
Not dejected as before
Only sin has me surrounded
And soon encircled dissappears,decays
Unclothed in limped insignificance
Nothing said ...
So still your body lies
What might you find there
down deep in my soul
Within the darkness
of that expansive hole
Will there be substance
Will there be diamonds or coal
Step down the stairs quickly
at the door pay your toll
If you wish to be a voyeur
there will be plenty to see
Unclothed and oh so gorgeous
beautiful women are plenty
Yet the guilt from these carnal thoughts
makes me feel a strange empty
I long for their pleasure
yet I yearn to be set free
Walk a bit further
see deeper to my core
You have just scratched the surface
do you really want to see more
My soul is a vast ocean
no ceiling and no floor
Liquid and expansive
molton lava shore to shore
There is plenty of love there
tremendous courage it's true
I have known my share of pain
there is much that I've been through
Roads I've traveled are many
dark alleys quite a few
I've found the way to the light
my heart is forged a steel blue
If you travel far enough
you will bathe within light
The darkness a shield
to protect this soul with might
Beyond the locked door
my soul rises like a kite
Only those who have courage
can fly to such great height!
For Frank's Contest
When I read a poem that breathes,
pulsing wildly, alive with its own heartbeat,
relentless, compelling in its desire,
I feel touched as if by another, feeling
some unseen hand brushing my hair,
lips light as air licking the flesh near
my own sojourning heart....
And I return the caress as my hand
glides ever questing o'er the soft and
solid paper, my eyes rolling over the
printed pages like a hawk seeking prey,
looking with the desire of the wild
at the naked words, unclothed by any
convention, unspoiled by any deceit.
A good poem is a lover,
a great poem, a great lover,
the kind you never forget.
[written 1/20/20]
Beneath the lasting hours of nightfall within our private dwelling;
naked feet waltz about the harmonized
silk petals eleven steps
onward to that of
the flat-bottom
vessel.
Unclothed,
laying
in the
clear
crystal foam
accompanied
by shadows
of flickering
scented
flames
and two
wine glasses
teem with Champagne.
The temperature arouses
both temples, allowing entry for torrid love.
Precipitating...Evaporating indiscriminately...Sigh...Our hearts now set to rest.
Pace
INK-U-SCRIPT
Romantic
01-23-2014
How Does a Soul Enter Heaven?
How does a soul enter Heaven?
Suddenly. Often quietly. Whole and Complete.
Stepping through the flimsy membrane of time
On scented leaves of healing for the nations
Born from earth’s womb into once blinding glory
Lead along in a mysterious path of crossroads
Detours and mystical coincidence
A struggling bud bursting into full bloom
Beholding for the first time the Anointed face
No longer veiled in holy incense from eye bound eyes.
How does the soul enter Eternity?
Knowing its need for God in finality’s answer
All deliriums answered
In a charismatic kiss
Prodigal rags of empty pits,
Valleys of compassion left homeless
And piercing arrows of shattered words
Fall away
No Eden’s shame for the unclothed soul
Shining alabaster in luminescent pearls.
How does a soul enter Paradise?
Turmoil – forgotten; Temptation – overcome;
Rejection – forgiven;
Psalms of sweet arias sing reveries
Of prayers prayed, cloaks shared –
A simple cup of water –
The way made straight in a pledged troth
The bridegroom’s betrothal consummated
Eternal sigh beneath trees by the crystal fountain
In the open arms of pure grace.
How does a soul enter Heaven?
To words of welcome – good and faithful servant.
2-4-23
Synthetic is the world we’re living in.
Plastic’s life seems timeless; it can’t replace
nature’s portraits: skies that leave us breathless,
bright swirling leaves, and rustic scenes of grace.
To see gold fields - a rainbow overhead -
how can any person not feel enthralled?
I think of high peaks garlanded by clouds
and wild flowers over our landscapes sprawled.
Technology offers us illusion.
The sham of it I'm often forced to see.
Land, air and waters untouched now seem rare.
Where peace can emanate I long to be!
I want to be where silence reigns over me,
so I close my eyes and imagine this:
a blossom on an unpolluted pond,
I float, unclothed and free, in lotus bliss.
Unclothed
Anguished
Bloodshed
Outstretched
Was totally unclothed, anguished soul
Hands sides thorned head bloodshed, outstretched whole
It gives life a time to reflect on an unclothed transparency seer.
Winter is the time to tame life with little heat and almost no light.
This is nature’s pause as the curtain of life begins to close tight.
Winter's loneliness allows for the gathering to touch a friendly scattering.
It’s winters quietness that allows unmuffled sounds to carry chattering.
Nature’s artist only has a palette of color of just a few,
Paints a painting of faith and hope of something new.
While nature, dreams the dreams of winter’s rest,
Morning yawns, the land wakes from nature’s chest.
The sun is warm, but the chill in the air still has dominance.
Yet the innocence of a few daffodils shows their prominence.
So many colors for the eye to see, look the grass it's fresh and green.
Birds sing as they fly tree to tree as we watch this enlightening scene.
Oh, you can see it in the palette and hear it in the air…Spring is here!
Edward J Ebbs - January 11, 2015
Written for a Contest, Winters End
When blue sky has drawn its veil
That's when passions will prevail
Within the dark of nights closed eyes
Entangled lovers sweat and writhe
A fervent lust. A human need.
A chance to plant the given seed
It starts with just a gentle touch
As light recedes the sky at dusk
Then when the moon and stars arise
A hand is moved from breast to thighs
The roundness of the orb at night
Calls for lovers to delight
Engage in love. Engage in sin
Engage in feelings from within
A chance to touch another soul
Is what brings humans to their whole
Feel the softness of the skin
Two lips pressed against the chin
A moan escapes. A breath is drawn
As nipple is encroached upon
Grasping flesh and tasting love
The constellations stir above
Unclothed bodies in the night
Begin to consummate their plight
A presentation then is made
And well accepted, unafraid
The movement satiates the lust
As joy is drawn from every thrust
Fingers grasp and arms embrace
Contortions dominate the face
Muscles spasm, spASM, SPASM
Oh the joy of such ******
Now there's nothing but a bright
Ever glowing, loving light
Embracing them within that glow
As lovers movements start to slow
Electric feelings then subside
Like ending to a coaster ride
And as the dawn begins to creep
It chases lovers to their sleep
Leaving them to relish in
The echoed sound of pleasures din
Rockman :-)
If you enjoyed this one, also read "Sweet Love".
As flames of summer’s infatuations wane, a new love,
Unheralded yet undaunted, arrives,
Transforming and maturing until, like trees windblown, though
Unclothed and trembling at winter’s onset, remains
Moored in a strength of devotion which does
Not burn out like summer’s lust.
Love in autumn, mellowed,
Overspreads. . . and though the deepened russet and
Vermilion hues of fall eventually are touched by frost, its
Essence will ever endure.
Written and posted 9/5/11
M,
Fresh orange marmalade lifts the dark
naked in a mid-dream sky
red streaks rush across horizons
special moments won't slip on by
the silk thru your hair seduces
in love notes filling up your ear
romancing a river of blessings
trouble kisses off back the rear
pearls adorn the neck of passion
a taste so soft and sweet
savoured and salted with desire
in dimensions entangled we meet
love sits silent at the table
unclothed and wanting more
our hunger is not mistaken
as blood spills upon the floor
Who coined this term?
Who decided to limit one’s spirit?
Who decided to deprecate those qualities that remain hidden?
Out of my league…
What is the measure?
Who created the scale?
Is it beauty????
There is an inner splendor that defies the term
Is it grace????
There is the graceful movement of the soul that
moves beyond the boundaries of description
Is it shapeliness???
The shapes and forms of the mind, the curves and lines
Are unclothed in words and unseen by eyes
Is it sexual dynamism???
The body may be painted by an artist, but it has no power to satisfy
desire unless it succumbs to the promptings of a sensual mind
Is it wisdom???
There is the wisdom verified by degrees and the wisdom of the world
which is broader and at times deeper than the few letters at the end of a name
Is it wealth???
The wealth of the world does not even begin to tip the scale
In comparison to the wealth of human character…integrity, loyalty, mercy, and love
What is it???
What is that illusive quality
That demands the stamp of
“Out of my league?”
I defy it
I renounce it
No one can label me…
Yet...I am in a league of my own
Beautiful
Sensual
Shaplely
Wise
Wealthy
Dynamic
A dynamism that a label cannot hold
A wealth that cannot be weighed
A wisdom that guides inner spheres of life
A shapeliness that flaunts the norm
A sensuality that inflames thought and movement
A beauty that shines in its own right
Yes! I am in a league of my own
If you are turned away
By outer appearances
By lack of wealth
And the trappings of prestige
You are missing the treasure
The sheer enigma
Of a mind that is deep, unbound, free
In this league that I live and breath in
This league of....ME!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Fragile the stems numbered in their days
That dance in spring, in the falling rays
Above the hills weathered softly by a mist
When shone the first morning light of bliss.
That 'tween the thickets wild and coursing air
Sprouts a young sweet bud glimmering fair
Delicately clasped upon the sleeping fields
Gracing springtime's vibrant days that wields.
Melodies sweet that in subtle days intrude
The white lilies pastured in nature's interlude
That in fragrance sweet me swiftly to awake
To greet the lilies wild softly as they fall.
On the perfect dews at Shelly's delicate feet
When a heaving mist like clouds with slow retreat
Gathers swiftly in her eyes like an emerald flame
As a pleasant little song bird recites her name.
In the artful limpid garden 'neath July's sun
Which hungers for the sweet of her speech spun
Like some magical tone that nectars a soul
Maybe her heart is like a splendid marigold.
In the fullness of the bright and merry morning
In the days when our wondrous God is sunning
The wretched world silenced by its deafening grief
In forlorn gloomy seasons unclothed of relief.
When lilies doesn't wither but rise and bloom
By every dreamy river, by every vibrant tomb
Its the stillness of her lips I've deeply kissed
On sultry dews of bliss, 'neath the honey cypress.
Suddenly it all becomes lovable like mild copen
Suddenly her hands descends into mines and opens
A new horizon of love more glorious than a dream
But from breath to breath in fulgent days it seems.
The dark clouds will come to extinguish our love
But in sultry passion this mighty heart will prove
That I'd love you thro' time, stress and life's decay
Thro' tears, and the darkest moments of our days.
I've lived to see the brightest of brighter moments
And to see a falling moonbeam as you smile
But the brightest flame in life's magical moments
Is honey your love to last a lifetime.
“Rewind Forward”
Memory mirror
supple sylph yields
and naked
walks through liquid glass
towards your dark eyes
to float in black
legs wrapped
rapture drawn deep
unclothed into your arms
bathed bare
you climb my mountains
pull me in
your fingers coiled
tight and unforgiving
around my silken hair
mouth drawn to bare
omni amor libido
opalescent skin glistens
slow dance
silence listens
caught in time
elementals float in the aether
no walls no stairs no roads
bodies in rhythm rhyme -
in your dark mirrors
are all my blue skies -
dream duelling flames
tongues do not speak
they torch a burning blaze
there are no nights
there are no days
two flaming souls
deep dive
erotic waves
they read no maps
trysting in their lovely trap
Pantoums
each the other world
Phantom
opium kissed lips
repeat repetition
Ships lost at sea
in our ghost myst
a fierce longing
a holy confederacy
Kisses long and languid
Luscious long neck licks
Drink my life
Your need is met
my mead is sweet
and want is whet
Honey swallowed
lost in the love
love in the lost
trapped in the net
an open cave
doorway
where lush moss
waits wet
treasure found
treasure kept
sensual salty
her sea is met
pounds to your
foreign uncharted shore
two rare pearls
are free yet
bound and kept
on the other side
awake forever
with the never slept
hearts open
wounds bleeding
turn the key
Mirror Memory
(LadyLabyrinth/2018)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OqEZ_RQ4Cm8
"Flashbacks", Emika
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wF6v7yCthd4
"Flashbacks (reversed)", Emika
“We did not touch each other. We were both leaning over the abyss.”
Anaïs Nin
“Our love would be death. The embrace of imaginings.”
Anaïs Nin
“Secrets. Need to disguise. The novel was born of this.”
Anaïs Nin
"But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted
Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover!
A savage place! as holy and enchanted
As e’er beneath a waning moon was haunted
By woman wailing for her demon-lover..."
Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Kubla Khan
With love I look at you
And see your eyes transform
To gaze into depths
Which carry a secret storm
A ring as dark as night
Around a golden sky
With speckles of dark stars
That bring my lips a sigh
They hold the world's wonders
A box of sins and hurt
A glimmer of light
That glows just like hope
With love you look at me
And I see into your eyes
Your soul bare and naked
From me you do not hide
Their gentle with a sadness
They shine as you laugh
They hold both parts equal
Experience of life and death
You stay hidden to the world
But you open up to me
And in your eyes my Darling
I see everything there is to see
With soft lashes they appear
Angelic in their own way
I watch as they close
And your anger drifts away
Unclothed I see your soul
In the doorway of your eyes
I could stare into them forever
Lost without a sense of time