Short Stark Naked Poems
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silvery full moon
through stark naked oak tree limbs....
frozen pine needles
downhill heat pump groans to start
condensate breath billows
My hero’s a man
by a glacier, stark naked,
just meditating!
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Composed on November 20, 2017.
Winner, Poetry Contest, sponsored by the Silent One, November 28, 2017
Sir Henry was smoking cheroot
Stark naked in his birthday suit
But he did something rash
When he's flicking his ash
His pubes are no longer hirsute!
4th May 2015
Beholding a stark-naked Kiwi
Prince Charles was bewildered: "What see we?”
His butler replied,
all blushed and wide-eyed:
“Your highness, a Maori… wee-wee."
Climate warming is bunkum some say.
But I wonder what happened one day,
when a stark naked horde
swam and splashed in a fjord
in mid-winter in balmy Norway.
gramma removes teeth...
glasses, four limbs... stark naked
~ down to the fine hairs
November 07,, 2019
Sexyku Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Richard Lamoureux
They’re stark naked from their heads to their toes
Our aspiring emperors wear no clothes
Why can’t we see that
They look like two rats
Perhaps we’re too busy holding our nose
Stark naked, Sue walks down her stairs
Huge boobies dangle like ripe pears
Sue’s ‘hair’ stylist was lax
With her Brazilian wax
Short curlies remain, but who cares!
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Limerick Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin
05/15/23
What the fish saw
I cannot still unsee
Naked, stark naked
Sitting there was
Uncle sam and
The statue of liberty
Buck naked at
The playboy mansion
So much for old fashioned
I guess this has been going
On for some time
Our leaders our washingtons
Have hardly shaped a
Mountain side
United Free States of America (North and South)
The prettiest flower in the garden
A magnificent shade of pink
The envy of all the female roses
From the males always a smile and a wink
Her petals were perfection, full and soft as silk
She was without doubt the most beautiful Rose
Until a mighty storm hit one night
Blowing her petals away…..leaving her stark naked and exposed!
Two Rivers
Stark naked she slowly shrivelled her exposed vacant mind
shed dry viscous tears and filled the empty river in vain
Exhausted petrified her and the stream her inner self
bared to rugged contraction with one final squeeze flooded
the truth that she floated on sediment nevertheless
17th November 2016
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COPLA TREINTA Y UNO : This Bad Guy World
Is Life then an experiment
At death humans stand stark naked:
Must right be wrong
Can there be greater merriment
Than Fat Cat Wars celebrated:
Image votes strong
No pardon then for confessions
Each his own hidden fears must face:
Right here on Earth
Those who visit Earth in missions
Must laugh at Fat Cats’ kissing grace:
What show of mirth
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
After reaching, near-
the crumbling wall, you
enter the moment, for
want of an apology.
The surge walks with
the moon for a-
beheading. I was unaware
of the kindness.
The fierce revenge of the
night. Somewhere there was
an aberration. Two stark naked
kin went down fighting for a fish.
It was homage to the
pain after summary execution.
There was no resistance left
after the merciful end.
Satish Verma
Fear of becoming sane
inherits the hate of earth.
I wake up in the rains of time.
Fire of soul
extracts the thought shapes
like stark naked truth
in the desert of pain –
unbirthing the child of wisdom.
I hardly think, in my failures.
The house will go up in blaze
by the earthen lamp of fading glory.
There was no light, a quick death
of lips and speech. The human touch-
prints had avenged for words.
Inspiration will wait.
SATISH VERMA
The February full moon stirred
A wintery blustering
Wind that roared through the neighborhood
Like an out-of-control freight train.
The stark, naked trees swayed wildly
In a ceremonial dance
While low-growing tree branches touched
Intermittently the ground
In swift, servile genuflections.
Then for an abbreviated
Lull, an eerie silence prevailed
Within this moonlit quietude
Until the winds bellowing voice
Was heard echoing its return.
Fear of becoming sane
inherits the hate of earth.
I wake up in the rains of time.
Fire of soul
extracts the thought shapes
like stark naked truth
in the desert of pain –
unbirthing the child of wisdom.
I hardly think, in my failures.
The house will go up in blaze
by the earthen lamp of fading glory.
There was no light, a quick death
of lips and speech. The human touch-
prints had avenged for words.
Inspiration will wait.
SATISH VERMA
Form:
In winter I wear cute pyjamas
They’re adorned with sweet little llamas
We’ve had snow storm after storm
I yearn to be somewhere warm
Like Nassau in the Bahamas!
In summer I just wear a smile
Stark naked, I sleep in this style
Towards the end of summer
Hubby thinks it’s a bummer ...
He praying the sun stays a while!
**** my PJ's have cute penguins on them ... as for the rest of the poem I am saying nothing lol****
6/16/18
The young starlet is sacrificed.
She is stark naked on a 20 foot
crucifix.
Piss streams
run down her thighs
and the wood.
Nails thick as cigarette lighters
are pounded through the bone.
Blood seeps to the surface
and stains her pasty, chalky skin.
Once vital hair
drapes down
over a low head.
Ecstatic apes,
also naked,
ranging in all ages, from the youngest
to the senior,
dance a mad dance in a circle
around the crucified dame
in a ceremony of grounding.
PERVERSITY
contrarily agreeable
sometimes rebellious
but
never unreasonable
that’s me when I
want to be free
desert island exile
scratching my days
away on a coconut
tree or shell
to travel in time
and turn water to
wine
to shoot lasers
from sharp eyes
then watch the
compromise
when landscapes are frank
and nightfall’s harsh I
dive underwater
escaping blue
stark naked past
© Kim van Breda—15 September 2105
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concerned about being upstaged
the glorious blue tinted rock
negotiated
sent in the puffy white wisps
to cover the vibrant coloured evergreens
the brown field in the foreground
felt offended
wondering out loud
"what about me?"
then added "beauty you know is..."
but never bothered to finish the cliché.
for my part
i was more interested
in what the mountain had traded the clouds
what could it possibly have offered?
September 23 2016
In the electric room in Melancholia Europe
Alone in the dark an old man sits stark naked
To be born alive this time is what it takes
When reality knocks at a door that is not there
Mushrooms have it spongy easy quiet
Damp soil is all they require
You have no walls, floors or ceilings
When old men are set in their place
Do not be afraid of him in his innocence
Europe is a far away place with trash bags
To take him out in morning
Plenty of space remains for fungal growth