Short Corset Poems
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When strapping on a corset,
Be careful not to force it,
Too much and you’ll pop
More than just your top;
Your bowel might endorse it.
Red rose corset, black trim,
dress leaves little to imagination,
light lace to hide my secrets,
choker with meteor made black rose pendant.
A crazy tether ball playing hornet
Fell on her head over the game’s rope net.
Her mamma said “What?”
She fell on her butt.
Accidentally showing her pink corset.
I cannot fit into my corset.
No matter how much I force it.
As I can't appear stout,
With my rolls hanging out,
My dinner I may have to forfeit.
For Linn's BITE SIZE contest.
There was an old woman from Dorset
Who forgot to fasten her corset
When she was in town
Her knickers also came down
To save her face
She had to race
To reach a water closet.
His tie knotted tight at the collar
pinches the neck, he’d love to holler
Her corset pulled tighter than a drum
she’d like to scream, but can only hum
No sacrifice too great, who worships fashion
midnight hour aches and pains ~ faces ashen
Blue shades of Wisdom...
I'm a fantasy
It's up in the air
but tonight I wear a corset
a silent one
blue shade of wisdom
I'm a shadow
a lonley corset
it's up in the air
tonight I wear
a lonely corset
I'm a silent image
lonley corset
I'm an image
up in the air.....
blue, perhaps....
And on some days while the
sun is being threaded
tightly by her corset
oh visit me my fantasy
have dream come true
while you kill the blue
skies you suck up
and in my head I drown
my fears and lay my self
down to sleep and pray
Dream come true
Dream come true
oh won't you come
true.
:: 02.18.2016 ::
A shepherd in charge of his flock
Insisted on wearing a frock
He wore black high heels
When out in the fields...
His hormones they sure ran amok
When working in inclement weather
His outfit was shiny black leather
He looked a bizarre sight
In his corset so tight
His family now call him Heather!
5/2/18
In Autumn chain edges destroy the trees' only air
She, while in their bark's raw breath infuse,
As if leaves underdone weren't truly everywhere
On Autumn's corset; within, her body's womb
A stolen breath
Gripped onto her corset
A leaf's first memory lasts first
The oak's years cut from giving her birth
She left in its ground spaces worth
falling for
Whale-bone satchel hidden underneath
The husband comes in to take the sheath
From his wife,
To pull away the knife.
Support this cradled strap
Call the cartographer for a map
To chart the followed Path,
Taken before by Plath.
Hold the chest
For this test
Of love,
Of affection
From above,
This rejection
Holds still a toy
For a boy
And twirls
For a girl.
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 —
the whether vain points
every witch way dough current
corset whence it came
planely thin king back
eye'd midday said pleas tank ewe
shrimps tip earn tie knees
Legs weak my sun came home
n eye want ewe two meat hymn
he arose at don sew hill bee hear
two sea ewe, different den bfour
he's had some boy.
He's a pansy, is he?
*a bit tricky but doable. more will be added...
CHOCOLATE hands slide over IVORY skin
making her quiver with his built up anticipation
His mouth blends to her
Like melting CARAMEL
His hands provide a corset of feeling
Sending Across Her Spine
A Squadren Of Shivers
He croons to her
Let me make love to you
as the moonlight shines in
over their bare skin
CHOCOLATE Dipping MILK
Inside The VANILLA ICEING
Creating OREOS and CREAM
dessert
Clipped your wings my lovely one
Heavy words adorn your crown
Silence a corset
Graceful steps once dancing
Hide under skirts of silken lies
I see you in memory long forgotten
Dancing in the rain
Laughing at my curiosities
Hand in hand across summer field
I see him come in from afar
His delights upon dark horse
You stand before me now
Adorned in his beauty
I weep I weep
Demure in her pose, modest in her ways
Deflecting potential beaus, careful not to stray
Brief in conversation, shunning repartee
Halting in her laughter, her faint smile shadowy
Eyes fixed on the ground, hair pulled tautly back
Lips pursed tight together, her figure corset-wracked
Yet deep within dwelt beauty, of a type so rarely seen
Her eternity of timeless verse, visionary... and pristine
Moon spills over like expresso coffee,
withheld in a pitch pitcherlike corset —
Where long her skin's lantern once mothered me,
over tonight are but marble shadows,
Craters' paled apparition in my sky —
those cold breasts now an invisible blur;
This adrenaline dark when light's in wane,
virgin drinks in her cup's phase finally;
Still through a kohl tongue she kisses my hate —
this moon reads newly with every pause.
Nature's curse, putting the whole to sober
but when over-stretched, can sting like rubber
comfort and strength all in a bad set
the body's freedom, limited by an inner corset
a corrosive inside in need of the next butter
physiological redemption coming through water
instinctive drive to swallow the sea
any coloured liquid, tantalizing as tea
an inevitable cycle to constantly stay fresh
preserving the functionality of a dying flesh
Jazz music, feathers fly.
A show of comical wits,
and dancing in the lights.
While you love every stride.
You watching me.
Diamonds glittering,
as I shake around.
My make up to perfection.
My hair set in curls.
Pearls against my corset,
The touch of silk.
red lips, shimmering eyes.
Gold flashing before mines.
Music blasting, hearts jumping.
A tease of my body showing,
You'll swoon at my performance,
as I show you that I've got it.
Before entering this world
we transform our soul
The gramophone
plays songs
of mutilated destination
midwife of Death
hatched her eggs
Breeding a dark
Questionary of Blankness
Lament to
Humanity
where art thou?
Does the corset suit you?
Can it show the shape of Love?
Do you read your own obituaries
remembering the scent
you bore?
Have you ever been
a child?
Remember the Sun
bears
stigma
of starlight
Before entering this world
we transform our soul
The gramophone
plays songs
of mutilated destination
midwife of Death
hatched her eggs
Breeding a dark
Questionairy of blankness
Lament to
Humanity
where art thou?
Does the corset suit you?
Can it show the shape of Love?
Do you read your own obituaries
remembering the scent
you bore?
Have you ever been
a child?
Remember the Sun
bears
stigma
of starlight
Oh, Spanish maroon!
Oh, lucky ladies of the valley!
In a Memphis tavern
Three short-necked entertainers astound.
A dancing vixen who’s eyes are daring
Ascends a skirt of silken bearing.
Oh, singing maroon!
Oh, lucky ladies of the valley!
Were Amy’s eyes
Of the first castle
Just a tad too daring?
Was Pocahontas flamboyant?
In a corset of ivy green?
Oh lucky clover
Oh, lucky maroon!
Oh, Spanish ladies of the valley!
In a revolving tavern
Three short-necked entertainers astound.
Within the wistful elegance,
Of a rainbow hour,
She loosens her cream robe,
In the fountains,
Warm and glistening,
Reflection,
Her hips gleam,
Like loving wishes,
In the undulations,
Of its waves,
As she caresses,
The moon,
Deep within her breasts,
Sweet in her being,
Kissed by wanderlust stars,
Her lavendar corset,
And luminous body,
Dresses,
The fountains,
Enchanted waters,
As geese journey,
With her delighted kisses,
To kindred lakes
Reynaldo Casison