Immodesty Poems | Examples

what do they wear to breakfast

in skimpy short shorts
she marches into breakfast
no eyes go up

I had forgotten
the immodesty of youth
for two seconds

it’s a public place
another wears pajamas
and bedroom slippers

Another Portrait of Me

I define myself
without false immodesty
as definable and
indefinable. I'm friend
of beauty, defender
of love guardian
of friendship...
I'm metaphor, I'm carbon
of organic links
I'm quantum physics
and I'm a mystery...
I'm a burning coal black
to light brotherhood fires
chains that link human to divine...
I am light of many lights
and abyss of deep recesses
but always in search of knowledge...
I am the synthesis of all that
inhabited me and inhabit
thanks to the Superior... !
By this grace I am today
POET!



   PS Immodesty as long as i AM sure OF what i AM... A SON OF GOD
        that makes me feel strong AND brave to face adversities OF the   world

The Gnarled Oak

The Gnarled Oak

Uselessness has virtues.
 When you're cast aside,
Seen only askance;
There's no suffering from immodesty.
The tree grown lumpy and misshapen
Lives long and is never felled for planks.
That tree will live and love the sun,
Put out fresh leaves season on season.
Children will skip across its roots,
Lovers loll beneath its boughs.
It will shade the weary traveler
And comfort the old men.
The malice of disappointed carpenters
Will never touch its heart of wonder
Nor mar its content.
If you say this tree lacks virtue,
I'll say that you lack vision.

There is much more to be seen looking between things
Than by looking at them.
When you want to see me,
See my shadow.
If you want to hear me,
Consult my eyes.
If you would touch me,
Touch yourself.

Reflections sustain reality:
Dewdrops on a leaf
Try to understand; you will fail.
Accept, you shall gain.
If you run, you'll trip
But walk, you'll arrive.
Look for nothing; you shall find.

I know this is the understanding
Of the gnarled oak.

It Is a Crime

It’s a crime
if my education and social status make me egotist and entice to humiliate others

It's a crime 
if I wear the mask of modesty rearing immodesty inside  

It's a crime 
if I call and show others the pious path making self only convener  

It's a crime 
for donating to religious works I earn money illegal ways 

It's a crime 
when I make me a pilgrim to holy religion places 
and after returning I become desperate to take previous revenge

it’s a crime 
for a particular religion or belief hating another religion or belief
and for the sake of certain religions avoiding universal humanity 

It's a big crime 
for recurring misdeeds if I ask forgiveness again and again  


19.08.2020 Chattogram

Sorry

Every day I come to this platform and stay some time
This is full of sagacious, poetic victuals stage  
Without any experience, I hold the wise weapon pen 
Slightly can fill my hungry weak heart
Coz such rich protein is harmful to my brain-body
Whatever in the time of leaving every day I discharge some brain wastage

Without thanksgiving, this coming and leaving every day is immodesty
I know! Yes, sorry for my egoistic character
Feel proud always still the platform allows me to stay every day

For my ungrateful mood, I feel extremely sorry
But the bad habit of mood won’t be changed in me 

Thanks
Thanks a lot everyone
Sincere thanks to all the respected, revered poets and poetess
Those who have given precious time to my writing, read, commented and evaluated
Thanks also to those who didn't have time for my writing,
Thanks to those who will give the dearly time to my brain wastage

Earth's chest is now infected with an unknown risky virus
The natural body of the earth is now in unsafe sick amorous

The way to get well being unknown and have to stay home like a prison cell
So, stay home, stay safe

Thanks again everyone


22.06.2020 Chattogram

Fairy Tale

Not in this millennium ..or the next 
Did I ever fathom 
That I would recognize 
An adoration like fairy tale 
All the simplicities 
And complications 
That made my heart
Coated with iciness 
You soon thawed away 
By the articulations of guarantee
I conclude you see me....
Glabrous and vulnerable 
Nobody will ever know
All the many avenues
I’ve traveled....has been amiss 
Consistently dismissed
Taking unnecessary risk
In all the hopes of being free 
To have devotion without immodesty
And ridiculous reprieve 
On the wings of love we sail
Into the abyss of our fairytale

A Heaving State Of Bliss

Beams of sunlight caress our naked skin
ever so softly, through the leaves of trees.
And feelings of ecstasy stir within;
as summer breezes titillate and tease.

A warm sensation cocoons two lovers
in a sweaty blanket of prickly heat.
And immodesty kicks back the covers;
exposing a tangle of arms and feet.

Passion's pulse sets the rhythm for two heartbeats
that merge into one and begin to race.
And with bated breath, these fevered athletes
acquiesce to each other's sweet embrace.

And melt into a heaving state of bliss;
punctuating their feelings with a kiss.

Legacies

...for Hart Crane


Halls of steel and concrete, 
massive Cyclopean towers 
of immodesty where moguls
bask in gross extravagance. 

Children in neglect, 
souls with haggard faces, 
ekeing out their livelihoods 
with hopes and modest means.

Measures of prosperity;
the rich man pads his pockets while 
the poor man haunts his tenement,
struggling to smile.

Intellectual War

Awaken in the midst of a war
Shaken by the catastrophe
Forsaken by the Lord
Sometimes it saddens me because we catch these bad dreams
These fractured philosophies
We are practicing immodesty
Judging demographies, is this autonomy, or a theocracy?
Tracking the rainbows path
Reached the pot of gold
And realized it was empty
This whole journey for what?
Sometimes it just gets me
We are trapped in the flesh
A head full of bad memories
A heart that's been over-stretched 
A soul that has been immortalized, you could easily forget, a credit line of 
neglect and disrespect
A spirit that has been tormented and drug through the woods
And left to die silently, no one can hear his cries, no one could see his 
good
No one understands him the way they should,
He has these wings on his back and he wishes he could
Extend them and wrap around the universe, 
And preserve this jewel

Hedonist

He rapt his thoughts
In a tone of utter solemnity
Reverent disgust veiled
The icy wasteland of his soul

Seized with doubt
His emaciated lust- the empty mirage 
Of his forgotten manhood
Countenanced immodesty

An extension of natural law
Plucked from tender bosom
Leaving this prodigal sweetheart
’twixt searing blaze of shameless prurience

Here they came in leaps and bounds
Clad in flames of destruction
To gobble solace paramount
Bringing pungent odour of uncouthness

This unmarried hermit
Took pleasure in worldly jubilation
Defied childhood admonition
That infamy seeds its own immolation

He was not to buttress his memory
On whimpers of bleeding hearts
Nor on the flooded gutter of spiritualism:
Only the endowments of heart… only these.

Immodesty

She had no pride
Standing naked before the world
Arms out-stretched
To God and sky
Until Spring waltzed in and
Clothed her.



Cynthia

Legacies

Halls of steel and concrete, 
massive Cyclopean towers 
of immodesty where moguls
bask in gross extravagance. 

Children in neglect, 
souls with haggard faces, 
ekeing out their livelihoods 
with hopes and modest means.

Versions of prosperity;
the rich man pads his pockets while 
the poor man haunts his tenement,
struggling to smile.

Livin' In Sin

I'm livin' in sin
Where do I begin?
With the way in which I've lived my life

Trying my way 
Where I can say
That my will has caused all my strife

Knowing the path
Yet seeking wrath
Of this world and all who belong

Show me your love 
Sent only from above
And forever I will abolish the wrong

Chorus:
I seek the path and the truth, which only you can give
Knowing this way can sometimes be so hard to live
Perservere through the darkness/ Open your eyes to the light
Livin' in sin is my way/ But there's only one way that's right

Tomorrow comes even quicker
With people getting sicker
In self-desecrating immodesty

Lies are ones fortune
With all of this corruption
Where did we forget honesty?

Sickness and oppression 
Lust with depression
A forbidden cocktail to your demise

Strength and mercy
Kindness or cursing?
Who can really deciper all these lies?
Repeat ChorusX1

Truth be told 
I won't be sold
To these lies in which I believed

If tomorrow isn't there
Will this world even care
About who they're going to receive?

Make your choice 
Lift your voice
Let the heavens hear your cry

Live in sin
Or live with him
Death or Paradise?

Legacies

...for Hart Crane


Halls of steel and concrete, 
massive Cyclopean towers 
of immodesty where moguls
bask in gross extravagance. 

Children in neglect, 
souls with haggard faces, 
ekeing out their livelihoods 
with hopes and modest means.

Measures of prosperity;
the rich man pads his pockets while 
the poor man haunts his tenement,
struggling to smile.

Legacies

...for Hart Crane


Halls of steel and concrete, 
massive Cyclopean towers 
of immodesty where moguls
bask in gross extravagance. 

Children in neglect, 
souls with haggard faces, 
ekeing out their livelihoods 
with hopes and modest means.

Measures of prosperity;
the rich man pads his pockets while 
the poor man haunts his tenement,
struggling to smile.

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