Chested Poems | Examples

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Nine Inch Nails play Handel’s Messiah
Gauguin paints Guernica bare chested
war poets fall in love with what never was
a Gingko tree blossoms at Hiroshima’s swords
into ploughshares condor legions into peace doves

cacophony synaesthesia proverbially composed

Midnight Bird Haunts

Branches like bars
separate me from skies
birds in flying
alight

Sung out of this
feathered corset —
each tongue tight,
for night's

Unseen way up —
alone, lay
me down with
my unseen streak

Their skeleton
unlike my wings;
God, they
sing —

Eyes nest
nowhere —
I remember morning
by heart

Red chested,
I'm blinded 
by the percussions
who can see dark —

not to night

Not tonight my lovely
 
I must stop writing about
The women I met in
 my tumultuous youth
that lasted into middle age
touching the years
of elderliness
I do remember a woman
In Taiwan 
She had beautiful hair
That turned out to be a wig 
She was scaringly bald
Perhaps she had had cancer
She was flat chested too
Wore boxer shorts and
Had an ******** 
No, not tonight, misses Wong 
She routinely dressed
Adjusted her wig
Down in the bar, I drank whisky 
To think I had kissed her
With passion

oppression

the oppression


The town's sewer pipe ends in the middle of a fjord
a gray mass slowly dispersing forever into blue
water like a sin forgiven after Sunday's mass.
When the last sheep was brought into the abattoir
it didn't resist as the sheep had already died a
thousand times, a bullet from the slaughter- gun
a slit throat, its blood into a vessel and stirred
blood dumpling on Thursday.
Death was turned into a Sunday roast with mint sauce
A Palestinian youth, bare-chested, faced the enemy
a shot, several shots, he fell into the road-dust and
became a sixteen-year-old martyr.

Malabar Trogon

*Malabar Trogon is listed in Indian Birds-of-Paradise
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Blue eye shadow, blue beak, black innocent eyes - bleak
Chestnut back with designed grey gown and tail ~ misspeaks
He with a white necklace, she a smooth ochred chested
Silent birds still in bare forests at God's behest

Five Boys

Five bare-chested boys
Got bored of their toys
Marched down the lake
Without teacher Jake.

Wearing their trousers
They played four hours
Under the sun’s heat
And were tanned a bit.

John climbed up the tree
With the help of Lee
When stung by a bee
He wanted to pee.

Sach and Ted wrestled
While Andy whistled
All stayed at the bank
Safely making pranks.

Five barefooted boys
So hard to decoy
Such valiant and smart
They were all boy scouts.

The Oppression

the oppression


The town's sewer pipe ends in the middle of a fjord 
a gray mass slowly dispersing forever into blue 
water like a sin forgiven after Sunday's mass.
When the last sheep was bought into the abattoir 
it didn't resist as the sheep had already died a 
thousand times, a bullet from the slaughter- gun
a slit throat, its blood into a vessel and stirred
blood dumpling on Thursday.
Death was turned into a Sunday roast with mint sauce
A Palestinian youth, bare-chested, faced the enemy
a shot, several shots, he fell into the road-dust and 
became a sixteen-year-old martyr.

A Reminder

A curse of the mind, body, and soul. 
As the blood returns, I will take the toll. 
The discomfort and shame, 
Pads and distain. 
I will beg, to be like the real boys. 
Flat chested and tall bodied, 
broad shoulders and a deep voice. 
A dream I chase, a losing race.
A constant reminder, 
A reminder of what I will never be. 
As I stand hunched, my cursed being. 
I can pull on a hoodie, suppress my chest. 
But the blood never ceases; the pain will never rest.
The blood will flow, my stomach will twist. 
All I can do is beg, beg for it to one day go amiss. 
But that day will never come, 
The shame will rise. 
A curse of my life, a curse till I die.

At the Vegetable Pride Parade

Celebrity Carrots shook hands with onlookers
    Barrel-chested Beets beat their chests like bass drums
  Soft-spoken Celery Sticks whispered soliloquies
    Mild-mannered Mushrooms spun themselves silly

           At the Vegetable Pride Parade
           Not even legumes left behind
           Rootin'-tootin' Green Beans
            ~ by blaring trumpets designed

Perhaps She'Ll Fly

She crept about the darkness of my bedroom late at night,

Lurking from corner to corner 

While the stars frozen in the Heavens panicked and whispered wicked talk to one another,

Hearsay of something Earth shattering down where the people lay;

And with closed eyes and a throbbing ribcage

She spoke sweetly into my soul, and

Sucked up all that I was through her burning nostrils, 

Leaving me a glass-eyed, hollow chested corpse

Having fallen victim to an unlikely death,

And finally she is where I was.

I spend less than little time wondering about who the superior of the two was;

I'm rather preoccupied with how weightless it feels to finally rest.

Putins Final Resting Place

Death be not proud, bare-chested, forever resting
in dross mixed with the amalgamation of your unrest.

— by poet

Putin’s Final Resting Place

Blow it all up!
Be done with you!
As the ash, like snow
earns you
your eternal urn.

2/22/2022
G - Give me a new poem- any form - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Theme: Death

Santa On Zoom

This year Santa's requests come by Zoom 
And a flat-chested Miss full of gloom 
She asked 'please do your best'
I'd love a double D breast 
He obliged and she's now in full bloom.. 

Another asked for a new nose 
'Cause the one I’ve got just grows and grows  
Truly I am not fibbing 
And I take so much ribbing 
You should hear the din when it blows.

Santa soon became really depressed 
He'd had so many awkward requests  
He felt so fool of doom
He got rid of his Zoom
And concluded a letter is best. 

9th December 2020

The Hairy Chested Bully Busters

My dear friend Rob, this ones for you
You’ve had my back and pulled me through
Your integrity, class and wisdom speaks
You help the sick all through the week
We bust the bullies with our hairy chests
On their toes they get no rest
The JR. Roo has gone bye bye
Bless his heart he really tries
Good will always prevail and win
Even over his fair weathered friends
There are a couple more that choose to hide
I wonder if they still have their pride
I’ll sign off now with these few words
I’m sorry for the attack of the polished turd
Together we stand for all as one
Let’s stay the course until it’s done.

*Dedicated to Rob Carmack for standing with me against the bullies and trolls*
*The name of this poem was donated by the number 1 troll*

Heated Proposal

She’s his student, the intensity has scalded the respect
a damsel full of innocence, displays so intrepid
showing red-hot feminity just at the door of adulthood
she rings the bell of his somatic responses
ten times are his racers, steaming up a dangerous urge
winks her beautiful left eye on an elegant visage
then to his delight, 
her half-hidden chested treasures dance
the bra is set free for her glands to beg, in whispering soprano
her infantile navel, fertilizes the growth beneath his pant
his will to say no, confusion demotes
she comes closer to infect more in this temptation
her waist is willing, her lips are flushed
he obeys the request to touch 
and his trouser get wet but burns
feeling this softness, his resistance is propagandized
she banks on the finality of his abject defeat
he throws her to one side and disappears from her claws.

Lockdown Humour

TED

A cheating farmer called Teddy McClure
Thought that his wife knew but he wasn't sure
Oh boy she knew alright
Cos when he took a bite
Of his sandwich it contained pig manure... 

AMY

A flat chested girl called Amy Sparrow 
Went for a boob job down in Palermo
Now cant keep her back straight 
Because of the dead weight 
And she now has to use a wheelbarrow... 

FLYING HERD

Have you ever thought what if cows could fly 
Imagine ducking as a herd flew by
You'd have to wear a hard hat
Or risk being hit by a pat 
And goggles in case you're hit in the eye... 

THE LOVERS

Two lovers went in the woods all alone 
Lots of oohing and aahing and a moan
They're on Utube on show
And what they didn't know 
Someone filmed them from above with a drone... 

FRED DYER

Did you hear about poor Freddie Dyer 
Fell and mangled his manhood on barbed wire 
His bits they couldn't save
But opera fans rave
His falsetto singing in the choir...



Written 29th April 2020.

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