Midriff Poems | Examples

Deflation

Pressure 
only deflates
pressure hidden inside,
gradually caused my midriff
meltdown

The Truth Of Society

Cover your mouth and laugh it out.
The world blinks,
Clink, clink.
Every bottle comes with a label.
Every child comes with a mother.
Every person comes with an identity.
Every murderer comes with a motive. 
They explain,
They birth,
They express,
And they kill.
But someday will they become the meal?
What if it was reversed? 
Would they try to become more diverse?
Or become mentally cursed.
They flex during fitness.
They perplex during interconnectedness.
I am not just a witness. 
My life is not just about my midriff.
You read every title.
You drink every bottle.
You nurse every drink,
You curse at the sink.
The dolphin winks.
The president thinks.
Down goes Pink.
Famous people blink.
But someday they'll be nothing but a link.

Happy days indeed

When dancing round your handbag on the dance floor was a thing. 
When Bowie was major Tom and Elvis was king.


When your only worry was what to ware on a Friday night. 
When your tops were midriff and your skirts were tight.

When you got home from the night club and fell through the door. 
When you crawled up the stairs being sick on the floor.

When you climbed into bed still wearing your shoes. 
The room spinning from too much booze.

Mascara running, lipstick smudged all over your face. 
Hair full of sick. what a disgrace 

Happy days indeed

Ranch hand

.

            oh yeah
      i'm get'n pickled 
    just think'n 'bout it

thuh nymph lean'd back
'gainst thuh fence post
         her flannel 
          shirt-tied
  expose'n hern midriff 
        where i kiss'd
              'fore
            daddio
         slap'd mine
          right into
          2dreamz

              tap

How to make love to a didgeridoo

Her shocks poured forth like a midnight oil spill,
body buckling like a sapling in a tornado, cracked like a Grecian museum urn. Moonflower extended limb petals, hips arched, limbs touched the nightfall floor. Her firehouse quaked primal.
Waistline oscillated, packed rigid. Gasps defibrillated, beasts fought through tight ribs,
Midriff dilated, injected, probe swelled with force.
Her breath hung heavy, smoke in a chimney,
Drumbeats drumming on her global map, sweat beaded like molten glass.
Weary rasps of elation caterwauling,
guttural sounds spilled from her chest.

Montague Middleton

Montague Middleton’s matronly mother made marvellous munchy meringues 
Montague Middleton’s most massive midriff made many a menu mistake
Montague Middleton met many maidens; Mother made mincemeat of most
Montague Middleton’s mother maintained, “Men mustn’t marry Miss ‘Fake’.”

Montague Middleton met Molly Milton, many men ‘met’ Molly more
Montague Middleton married Melissa; so many mad moans Molly made
Montague Middleton’s most massive mansion made more modest mansions mundane
Montague Middleton moved Molly in, making Molly both mistress and maid

Montague Middleton’s missus made many mouthwatering munchies
Montague Middleton’s missus made Monty’s mouth moisten most days
Montague Middleton’s missus met Molly, mentioning marital meddling
Montague Middleton’s mischievous mistress mocked Melissa’s malaise

So:

Montague Middleton murdered his missus
Montague Middleton married his mistress

But:

Montague Middleton made a mistake
For Montague Middleton’s mistress
Can’t bake

Of what avail if

A huge pair of hips and a trim
Midriff, nigh but hourglass like slim,
A pair of breasts of glorious grace,
And to add, goes a charming face,
And yet, if words are none so sweet, 
Such of which all beauty to beat,
What of it, what of it, what of it!       
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Translation |06.08.2024| free verse, beauty
The Sanskrit verse:
nitambah vishaalah katih madhya sukshmaa,
kucha-dvandvam  atyanta bhavyam mukham cha |
vachah chet na kimchit rasaalam ramanyaah,
tatah kim  tatah kim tatah kim tatah kim ||

The Prettist Cowgirl Anyone Had Seen

She was a sweet child born in Soyhern Texas
Some time in 73
Her Moma was from Alabama
Her Poppy from New Orleans 
A cheerleader and local beauty at 17 
Some folk say around here
She was the prettiest girl they'd ever seen
And she knew it
And with a smile and a certain look
She could get anything
She'd need
And she played it by the book
Could drink anyone under the table
When the cowboys rode into town

Soon she grew and padded filling 
Her curvey body 
in her midriff blouse
And tight blue jeans
Long blonde hair
And a cowboy hat and boots
Boys would follow her everywhere

A cowgirl at heart
Country music in her blood
Sang like an angel
Played the guitar like nobody else could

Well she got too big for her boots
And her hat 
Could do anything she'd please
Had the most amazing body
Man and boy would have loved to touch
And boy did she tease

She thought she could hang on to
Her body and good looks
Without a doubt
But she got older

Everyone moved West
But she was going south.

A Sunny Tuesday

Leggings, short shorts and capris,
Longer shorts that graze the knees,
Drawstrings, even dungarees 
Are all out on display.

T-shirts, tank tops, jackets, sweats,
Midriff barers, sans regrets,
Shirts as varied as it gets
Are in full force today.

Hokas and New Balance vie 
With Skechers, Nikes and, no lie,
Some sandals have come strolling by,
With boots mixed in the fray.

It isn’t cold but not yet hot,
So people wear what they have got
And no one really cares a lot,
For that’s the urban way.

Jealous of My Cartoon Hippie Woman

I could never wear this midriff top which is why you can
As an alter ego, you can have confidence like a man.
You can run free as a colt among the mushroom bed.
Be as sassy and sexy as you like, until you are dead.

As a cartoon woman, you have more rights than me.
You are not tied to one job or one man or tree.
Flowing like the wind, showing off your natural beauty,
You can do what you want every day, as is your duty.

Four

.

                 …Just enough
                  To cause mine
                         Stir

                   hern  midriff
                       chiseled
                   her cambers
                     from jowls
                         unto
                     her stubby 
                         toes
                      desirable

                      Mine self
                        Guilty
                       wanton
                          and
                           all…

Do I Say Thank You

.

                    How do i thank 
               Jehovah God Almighty

                      for her eyne
                       their roam 
                            uv i

                             uv
               her decollet’s bulbous
                           adorn
                    staunch midriff

                      for her legz 
                           yesss
                mine breath’s race up
                       unto theirn
                        depilated
                    lubricious treat

                  Without insulting 
                        His Holy

Grabbing a Life Line

Night bring terrible memories,
shadows of yesteryears,
it takes my breath away
in fears, anguish and hell.
An ugly wolf runs after me
as I slither in the mud
heart beats burst my chest with pains.
Please take away those forces
that rumble in my midriff
driving me crazy with dread.
I cannot cry, I can only pray
that dawn arrives
with its damask cupola
when stars fade away 
and the moon hides its face in shame.
Why is the break of day so far away?
I lie numb on the settee
Perspiration running down my cheeks.
I skate near life's edge
I try to grab a lifeline,
find only puffs of hot dry air.
And time goes by so slowly,
pain like the claws of an eagle
squash my soul of its life.
No, I will not cry, I will only pray.
Dear God, thanks,
You've given me a new day.

Alone In Glass Bottom

Davy Jones: Do you fear… death? Do you fear that dark abyss? All your deeds laid bare, all your sins punished?

                —Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest 2006

ALONE IN GLASS BOTTOM

Alone in glass bottom,
with plankton underneath -
boat’s in midriff of sea.
I’ve plenty of water.
Sink or swim - am I free?

Alone in glass bottom
Should I write a message?
Bottle it up or send…?
Could be my last chance to
navigate and defend.

Alone in glass bottom
Should I fish for a shark
and devour great white fin -
drive it deep in my heart?
Would that too be a sin?

Alone in glass bottom
swirling last gulp of rum,
the famous Davy Jones
frees the gold…and I grieve,
as the deep binds my bones.

4/6/2022
Contest: Form M - Monchielle
Sponsor: Constance La France
Theme: Ocean/Sea
RhymeZone and HowManySyllables.

Indian Sari

Wrapped around the sylphlike waist
the sumptuous silk chiffon sari 
is hand-gathered into even pleats,
likened to the petals of a flower,
and is tucked bewitchingly below the navel
baring the midriff alluringly.

The loose-end Pallu, crosses over
a sleeveless bosom-hugging choli 
and is draped caressingly over the shoulder.

As she bends over to fix the hem of her sari
one gets to sneak a peek at her cleavage
before she clutches the gliding Pallu.

Ha, the vision of the divine!
like catching a glimpse of heaven
before the Pearly Gates slam in your face.

A symbol of fragility and femininity,
Sari is the embodiment of elegance and grace
An outfit for the Apsara—
At once demure and saucy!	


(Pallu: loose end of a sari; Choli: a blouse; Apsara: A celestial Nymph)

~Contest: Imagism Poetry contest
~Sponsor: Emile Pinet.

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