Short Topless Poems
Short Topless Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Topless by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Topless by length and keyword.
A maiden named Stephanopoulos
Married Milos Papadopoulos
At the canopy
All the guests could see
The bride dancing down the aisle ~ topless!
Categories:
topless, wedding,
Form:
Limerick
This summer, my twin met a surfer guy,
wearing bright shorts, looked like a dragonfly.
Funny, had a bush so thick,
thought he’d impress his new chick,
his topless humor made her wave goodbye.
Categories:
topless, beach,
Form:
Limerick
I had a naughty dream and dreamt of pears
Looked away but I couldn't help my stares
It was at my local beach
She was way out of my reach
A topless lady without any cares...
Written on 22nd August 2023
Categories:
topless, humor,
Form:
Limerick
She said "am addicted to soup"
He said "if you drink more wine, you'll be reciting your poems topless on my deck"
She said "that's a whole poem"
He said "she is laying on the shoe with her paws in the shoes"
She said "we are so drunk".
Categories:
topless, wine,
Form:
Narrative
.
Glowing with tumid buds hern taut convex bear the frore morning tide's touch
*'bout thuh title, it wuz the only
way to share this Monoku with
y'all on one line ") it's a special
one for a special girl ')
Categories:
topless, muse, uplifting, vacation,
Form:
Monoku
Putin must have missing brain
When it comes to the Ukraine;
Not only has he been a priss
Like snake does make a hiss.
We must consider the source;
Had ridden topless on his horse;
While he said he is so slick
Is enough to make us sick.
Categories:
topless, allegory, analogy,
Form:
Couplet
Limerick: She blew topless on Sea Anne-Anne
She blew topless on Sea Anne-Anne
When her anchor sank in hurry-can(e)
Then quaked Nepal earth
No way to hide girth
Since wears smile and lets down her man(e).
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015
Categories:
topless, fun, humor,
Form:
Limerick
Lazy wind rests in the branches
Of an artificial tree
Swings there like
The dead limbs
Of make belief
The lines I write
Knock at your door
Cower just in case
Appear, as if they
Walked there
Barefooted and topless
My luck has gone to sleep
Along with the fish
I am trying to angle
Categories:
topless, analogy, art, nonsense,
Form:
Free verse
I'm motoring about with my top down.
I'm getting strange looks, but never a frown.
Ladies eyes go green and mens’ chins drop.
Until it clouds over and I have to stop.
I press a little harder and up it comes,
as the first drops of rain begin to drum.
It lands with a click and on we go.
Me and my darling convertible Peugeot.
Categories:
topless, appreciation, true love, uplifting,
Form:
Verse
A letter had arrived for me
I felt like a celebrity
It’s for a photo shoot
(I’ll be topless to boot)
It’s mammogram time - they're ghastly!
The mammogram went pretty well
T’was painful, boobies hurt like hell
My results came back clear
There’s no cancer to fear
I’m relieved, I guess you can tell!
02/05/21
Categories:
topless, health, humorous,
Form:
Limerick
Deep sky,
ankles seeping into grass.
Through the thicket,
light pushes through,
a thousand bracketed sky windows.
Deep earth gives way,
fades way down,
to where legs
reach up,
to a topless mind.
Treetops break the surface,
of small meadow puddles.
Out from the depth
small frogs fly upward,
singing.
No shores anywhere.
Categories:
topless, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
An ache, some hurt with longing to yearn
Cauldron left to simmer with passion
Bubbles in the fire ball of desire
Closely watch topless metaphors;
Animal instinct with intuition
Gets drawn in a desperate hunger
As she is wooed in the foreplay
Melodious moments with sensation;
Makes her cower to his firm will,
For she loves the rapture and thrill:
Categories:
topless, lifelonging,
Form:
Free verse
I
The topless tress became completely nude
As if they felt upcoming autumn’s mood
Cold sunny autumn sky reflected me
Awakening the raven of reality
II
Autumn topless tress
Before the winter’s freeze
A beggar at the Parliament
My heart forbids me: no lament.
Abandoned Meus square
Forgotten. Unaware
Rue de Commerce over here
Commerce is everywhere.
Categories:
topless, 7th grade,
Form:
Classicism
(I got the idea for this fictional poem from MAD TV.)
When I went to a cafe, it really made my day.
Five young ladies work there, I was surrounded by T & A.
The ladies served me tea and they weren't wearing tops.
When I saw this, my heart damn nearly stopped.
Those topless ladies give pleasure to a lot of men.
But if my wife finds out, I won't ever pee standing up again.
Categories:
topless, funny, loss, on writing and words,
Form:
I do not know?
you can see
a man's nipple
on a movie screen
i can jog
topless but
don't because
of my
belly but
believe you
me
i could
expose my
teat even though
the definition makes
the discussion to say a
female
but who
wrote the
dic
tion
ary
beware of those
who cast the
first stone
and if i'm
outside of
a glass house
i can see
every
one's
mammaries
Categories:
topless, muse,
Form:
I do not know?
My favorite hat is a wide brimmed straw hat
This hat has a bright orange ribbon hat band
The orange shorts matched and that is where it is at!
Little cabanna girl I got titled; Isn't life grand
It is perfect for the windy, sunny beach and sand
Until the day the pelican flew it away
So long cabanna girl
Now I am topless, my shorts did stay
I searched for my pearl
with no success, now I wear a curl!
Categories:
topless, fantasy
Form:
Quintain (English)
(This is a fictional poem)
You've been mowing the yard without a top.
People are staring and this is going to stop.
If these men don't stop staring at you, they'll need get well cards.
Get your naked self back in the house and let me mow the yard.
You embarrass me everytime you mow the lawn.
You'd better get in the house and put a top on!
If you go outside topless again, I'll lock you in the house.
Get your crazy ___ indoors and put on a damn blouse!
Categories:
topless, funny, house, house, me,
Form:
Rhyme
Let be it.
The little bowl abandoning
the unreachable pink-light.
Ambrosia-
was searching a geometric center
of a smoking hub.
Flame-
of a bonefire was leaping
towards a topless tumbler.
The midriff
will spell a disaster.
A nomadic-
sleepwalker had become incandescent,
starts a prayer
for a condemned enemy.
My body was a river.
flowing-
on the impacted rocks of violence.
Was non-violence still relevant
in turbulent times ?
Give me some unreason today.
Satish Verma
Categories:
topless, art,
Form:
ABC
There once was a stripper named Tipper
who used tape instead of the snipper.
Duck tape was his friend
When he did a back bend
But his pec’s still popped his side zipper.
Once while topless he pranced cross the floor
On each nipple a tassle he wore
Round they did twirl
Just like the girls
Ole Ted Tipper was never a bore.
Cross the stage he would scoot
In his red "do me" boots
long locks on his head
of real pretty red
and he'd bring in a whole LOTTA loot!
Categories:
topless, funny
Form:
Limerick
You catch what was convenient
for age of denial. The exit.
Not being for nothing,
a better half of a belief.
Dependence was increasing
on wounds inflicted on others.
I stop at the mid of road
to turn or not to turn.
For the lost parapharases of existence.
The myth of amorality
was getting a new title. I close
a chapter of non-committance,
walk along a wheel chair.
I am not limbs, not topless.
The toes are prodding on a green vein !
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
topless, adventure, allegory, angst, animals, anniversary, art
Form:
I do not know?