Disrobe Poems | Examples

To You, With Lust

lust
seducing me into a moment of unfaithfulness
drawing in my wandering gaze
fingers reaching through the dimly lit doorway
sinfully running through my hair
filling my mind with a myriad of thoughts
social
historical
carnal 
poetic thoughts

seduced by a street hustler on the corner
bought things I never intended to buy today
never needed or wanted
door left ajar
low light seen on the night stand
creeping along the back hallway 
trying not to get caught red handed
satisfy my moment of gratification
couldn't help myself
transfixed
memorized 

lust
when I saw the first three lines of your poem
fever pitched curiosity 
hating the term
"nosey"
but it is what it is
and that's alright
first three lines of your poem
slowly pushing the door ajar
lustful eyes
peering through the haze across the room
watching you slowly disrobe
to see the nakedness of you
your poem
your poetry

Pardon My Parody: So You Wanna Be An Actress

(Hint: à la "Heart" from "DAMN YANKEES")

You gotta be smart
If you wanna get a part
In a movie or a play on Broadway
There are dues you must pay,
Play it smart.

If you've put on some weight,
Make sure your headshot's up-to-date.
Kid, you ain't the only blonde who can act,
There are some fat ones, in fact,
But, lose the weight.

When you go to an audition,
One that's like a "cattle call",
Show your talent, heart, ambition,
A little leg,
Hell! Show it all.
Just say, oh screw it!
Disrobe and do it.

And when you finally get cast,
There's a way to make it last.
You can marry a producer, of course,
One who'll keep your sweet a**e performing art,
And art is all about heart…
Some talent helps, but mostly heart…
And T and A, but lotsa heart…
But first you gotta be smart.

DAWNs DELIGHT

I’m out of mind and sound is dawn’s delight.
A trip, I take, around huddle of trees.
The splice of pink and purple cane is sweet.

With warbling voice, blackcap chorus excite.
Break of lull’by, and brightly colored breeze.
I’m out of mind and sound is dawn’s delight.

The oaks, disrobe the night, outlook upbeat.
Their leaves, in burst of honey-love, do please.
The splice of pink and purple cane is sweet.

I hear the flute and harp; heaven’s sans white.
Reclaiming perch, I slink from sheets with ease
I’m out of mind and sound is dawn’s delight.

Come sun, from place of rest, and moon retreat,
And open thither heartbeat of birds and bees.
The splice of pink and purple cane is sweet.

Robin redbreast whistling with all his might.
The kodachrome of ev’ry breath, I seize.
I’m out of mind and sound is dawn’s delight.
The splice of pink and purple cane is sweet.

Thought of the day

dancing within objects, is love’s bliss strobe ~
God’s light shines in our heart, when we disrobe

Into the Enchanted Forest

Into the enchanted forest 
I will go and wander awhile
with the most ancient one amongst 
the magical mythical wild.

I shall disrobe the mundane rust
of mortal mind, its death-filled coil,
and dwell within the living trust
of magical mythical wild.

The ancient one may let me dream,
then bid me plant in fertile soil
joy-filled spells, there beside the stream
and magical mythical wild.

Into the enchanted forest;
and magical mystical wild.

Rosy

A lovely dawning
paints a rose tinted sky.

it will rain later,
the sky will disrobe
and fall as summer tears;
a rain softly sorrowful
yet drenched in a gentle joy.

So young and fair
are the fresh skirts
of this new washed air;
a breeze lifts our eyes
to the hem of heaven.

When the rain comes,
when the gray air trembles,
for it most certainly will,

our sprits will know
both delight and drear,
as we recall,
the lovely artistry,
the fine first blush
of this rosy dawn.

Outgrowing Self-Loathing

My suit of self-loathing no longer fits
The mirror of compassion tells me so
Years of bad-intentions held back growth 
After a time, the length of my sleeves bind
I didn’t realize I’ve become over-sized

These angry pants are fit for a small child
How silly I look with cuffs choking wrists
How I’ve loved my painfully straight jacket
Like it or not, the right suit still waits
No one other than I can disrobe loathing

The best cloak is the one from the womb
It takes skill to unstitch a childish blazer
It takes care to unhem pants outgrown
It takes love to go out in my birthday suit
Let tatters of anxiety fall down the chute

Self-loathing keeps me from disrobing
But, I’m not ready to shed my suit yet
The manly scissors that cuts are too heavy
After self-loathing is bare understanding
Forgive the man unstitching childishness

Let go of short-comings without clinging
Take the macho suit off the rack with care
Try on that fitted suit made for just me 
Wear it till love fills the over-sized space 
Take it all off till nakedness feels nice 

Matthew 24:18
"Whoever is in the field must not turn back to get his cloak."

Benedictions Divine

Along a conduit we are led
Finer than a gossamer thread
Designated nodes meet and greet
Divine magnetism, so well-bred

Bliss mists fill us from head to feet
No wonder then, our heart’s upbeat
This benign burn transforms our soul
Manifest within as cool heat

Feeling complete, blissful and whole
Thoughts rest; we presuppose no goal
Our toroidal heart is aflame
We reclaim soul’s light, ego stole

Recognising life’s but a game
We disrobe without feeling shame
We see soul as ocean of light
Fulfilling then thus our life’s aim

03-June-2023

Cages

Man seems most adept
when building His cages – 
the farmer, his barns,
the banker, his vaults,
the priest, his coop of
verses...
Christ offers all freedom
of the Cross~ but few 
will disrobe
come out
and be pierced – 

Convinced cleansing by 
the blood of another – such
Truth a physical cage – 
the politician forging bars
of steel~ Satan will take due
at his grave.

Vaporise

Toroidal heart and bliss bubbles bursting
in thousands noiselessly at head ovoid,
ushers rapture for which we were thirsting,
being by ego no longer decoyed.

As a sublime fragrance suffuses form,
we are both in this world and in heaven,
enveloped by a magnetic bliss storm,
soma nectar drips through chakras seven.

When jarring life notes deflect attention,
bliss remains but its attributes dilute,
prompting us to restore meditation,
that our soul presence within may reboot.

Deepen oh hermit, deepen each bliss strobe ~
Layer by layer, ignorance disrobe

07-November-2022

Bliss Triangulation

Bliss triangulation

Space between eyebrows,
chakra where bliss grows
of it’s own accord,
bowing to The Lord.

Heart’s the love centre,
where bliss beats canter
as soundless thunder, 
beheld in wonder.

Fontanel’s bliss strobe,
sees ego disrobe,
as we so dissolve,
that soul may evolve.

02-August-2022

Choose To Ascend

How may we redress,
feelings we repress,
shrivelling our soul,
now blackened like coal?

Shortcuts do not work,
so let us not shirk,
cleansing of our heart,
which is where we start.

In thought, word and deed,
ferality weed,
all desires disrobe,
watching each fear strobe.

Stillness shows the way,
how we cease to sway,
to lower cravings,
as love grows it’s wings.

01-July-2022

Mindful Eye

The mindful eye
Feels each strobe
Sees soul disrobe
As heart does sigh

Impulse rise and fall
Embrace and release
Doing as we please
Whilst standing tall

Wary of indulgence 
In a narrow band
We do understand
Ego scars innocence 

21-February-2022

Winter Bliss

Grey skies make me smile
Autumn's chill embraces me
Winter's on the way

Now I feel alive
Heat and humidity gone
Summer's oppression

Trees disrobe for sleep
Pray, winter bring your snow
To blanket the earth

White ice lit darkness
Slight crunch of snow under foot
Quiet falling flakes

Swirling wind echos
Calling souls to festival
Join in blissful dance

Verse Freed To Catenate

A CHRISTIAN QUINTILE
Habits
Ingrained die hard,
We need a helping hand
To disrobe,transmute our inner
Nature
with
Beauty
free from above,
Embedded in our heart
With loving kindness,ready to
Impart.

Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2007

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