Short Bra Poems
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With her a bra would bring;
Did like more than anything;
While there,
Both share;
Breasts out shall not spring.
Jim Horn
A girl caught in her boobie trap
Struggled to untangle a strap
The preacher yelled, "Whoa!
It seems you don't know ...
Do I need to draw you a map?"
A blood-thirsty God wants your son
And you fear God's will must be done?
You heard God's spiel
Now make a deal!
Remember God wants to have fun!
Much smaller than her Mom's full size
she once took Mom's bra as a prize.
When placed on her tips
it fell to her hips
then dipped to sad land on her thighs.
What is more appealing I'd sure like to know
Than a filly in bra and panties, my mind doth blow
No, I'm not obsessed
Well a little I guess
My mind's going wild, there's a stirring below
What is more appealing I'd sure like to know
Than a filly in bra and panties, my mind doth blow
No, I'm not obsessed
Well a little I guess
My mind's going wild, there's a stirring below
What is more appealing I'd sure like to know
Than a filly in bra and panties, my mind doth blow
No, I'm not obsessed
Well maybe a little I guess
My mind's going wild, there's a stirring below
© Jack Ellison 2015
lacy pink with tiny rose buds
oh so pretty with wires that tear my flesh
sweet and sour
loving the look
hating the feel
I am not ready to trade for the old ones
My cups are B's
I can wear the pretty ones
Reds, purples, with satin that shines
Check out bra for every breast shape even if in or out of shape
Bra Had Been Born for Every Breast Shape
For each breast a bra had been born,
Then was badly worn out and torn;
Together banging,
While hanging;
In pretty picture her they do adorn.
Jim Horn
gaga’s gun bra
fat
ass
has-
been
still
trying
to
get our
attention
by wearing
a bra made of
guns
after kids
have
continued to be
slaughtered
in this empire
that has made
her ****ing
money---
****ing
idiot is
without an
original
bone in her
body,
doing what
Madonna did
years ago.
have you seen the diamond dream bra?
You will not be allowed to try it on.
It was created by Harry Winston in 1997.
Made by Victoria Secret
a forty-two carat pearl-shaped flawless diamond in the center
with one hundred diamonds on each side.
1997 price was three million dollars.
Worth much more today.
Never brood in blue
Mood how others perceive you,
Be thy self’s the clue.
If perception’s all
In this world of covert walls,
Hearken to heart’s call.
Painted black in white
A pair of goggles looks quite
Like bra in some blight.
_______________________
Senryu | 04.04.2026 | heart, humour, self
Bra - Panties..
A bra is not a singular and panties is not a plural.
They are both nouns that I loved to endured.
I have been teased and pleased with these under garments.
They come in all shape and forms I know they are objects.
So what can we say about this common grammar error.
That’s mixed up in our English mixture.
Expressing and process emotions
Releasing tension - negative energies
The ability to identify
Release your feelings out
Whether they are shaped by laughter or tears
Large, hanging, bursting, asymmetrical, small
all boobs are just as amazing
The point is that you have an options
04.04.2017
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Five o clock shadow
Around a toothpaste smile
Kinky black hair coils so wild
Cocoa black back scratched scarred
Knobby knees dented from kneeling
Rough rugged hands with dark knuckles
Full moon hips make me see double
Strange green moods dripping from me
Envying your your spirit raw free
No razor no bra no lazer no part
Of you is tame not even your name
Beautiful Black Soul.
She came in all flirty and dirty
attractive and active about thirty
all open jaws in the bar
a neon light, all eyes on her bra
made of metal rivets; they inhale,
pants out of shining chainmail.
The music played
and a dance card was placed
on the bar
all the man raced to fill in the space
Staring straight ahead they waited
for a dangerous wink
smoldering ting, ping, clink,
Woman with a metal bra.
11/12/2021
Buxom Barbara burned her bra
never again lift and separate
or cross your heart to contemplate
she likes to feel her bosom counts
when flouncing down the boulevard
Barb now snags more bounce to the ounce
abroad in the world without a single care
it never fazed her one bit nor a whit
when this would jounce most men to stop and stare
as if they'd not seen such before
and she'd trounce 'em should they dare to pounce
a crystal-clear case of less is more
National No-Bra Day
You want to know why
The 9th of July
Is special so the guys say
You see red-blooded guys
Have opened their eyes
For National No-Bra Day
And here’s to the gals
Who improve our morales
By taking this day to heart
May your day be uplifting
With minimal shifting
And compliments off the chart
If this poetry moves you
Then it surely behoves you
To do less would surely be wrong
And it can’t feel much better
To simply unfetter
What you have kept fettered too long
Uncle Mike