Short Unclothed Poems
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Unclothed
Anguished
Bloodshed
Outstretched
Was totally unclothed, anguished soul
Hands sides thorned head bloodshed, outstretched whole
Come on over Ted said groovy Lucy
For tonight I’m feeling nice and juicy
Ted appeared unclothed
With assets exposed
For the sake of a strawberry smoothie.
Time's wisdom,
Has patiently embroidered
Spring's ornamented gown,
Which
Masterfully laid it on earth's
Shivering, unclothed ground!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
05 April 2021
Coffee hot, coffee cold, doesn't matter I am sold
Ain't nuttin' yummier, cept a filly unclothed
Now whoa, hold on a jiff
Did you say a sexy young dish
Stroking my hoo ha getting me started on the road
A bouquet of inner beauty,
unclothed, waits patiently
at the hem of wilderness:
it offers exuberant kiwis,
merciful bananas with an
ounce of disquiet: the sly ginger
root – this is me yielding to the
poetry of Mother Nature.
Jack and Jill went up the hill and there was my friend SO
Totally unclothed and smiling from his rear to his toes
He started to dance
As if in a trance
Wailing, “I've got my love to keep me warm down below!”
Standing in solitude
Unclothed of all that is earthly
Yet unashamed, in fact proud
For she had stood tall
To all adversities in her path
Emerging victorious
Stronger than before
This poem is by my wonderful uncle
How many of you remember a ten cent cup of coffee
Well those still able to dress themselves while admiring their body
No matter the age
Self-love's still the rage
No wonder, have you seen me unclothed, NOT TOO SHABBAY
I am naked of you,
once again unclothed by love
unfurnished
I know everything of nothing.
In sympathy of tears
the air gives up its water
Hydrogen
You separate the oxygen.
Locked in cycles
we hold our own truth
pulsating
we pass through aeons.
Form:
at night I want you close to me
unclothed
smooth and warm
I want to hold you close and smell
the sun in your hair
the warm male smoothness of your skin.
as dark settles down over our bed
we nestle close closer
my gift from God here in my arms
husband, sweetheart, lover
It is good to have been where you speak
For the journey that molds your ideas
Provides the apparel for your thoughts
Unclothed thoughts reveal a barren mind.
written October 7, 2021
"BITE SIZE POETRY NO. 23" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Line Gauthier
Tomorrows sunshine a fingertip away;
A tentative soul willing to play;
A soul laid bare, fully exposed;
Formerly withdrawn, but now unclothed;
Through night to dawn;
Through black to white;
Through pain to pleasure;
Through death to life;
Merged and committed;
For your love.
Nick Evans
07 November 2015
Holding the ladder
I was hungry
looking at the waiting dawn.
Raw landscape:
narcissism
forages the belly.
Picking up the figs
from passion flowers.
Is that right ?
Can you sow the seeds
on a cloud ?
Unclothed words ?
Stealthily
a guerilla smashes
a summary of centre.
A falconer
releases a prey
to feed an anarchy.
Satish Verma
... it's much easier
to spin the prayer-wheel of naked soul, virtue
is difficult
unless you undress
to lie fully with the sacred harlot of
wisdom, for
it is hard to untie shoes for the bedtime of vision
in the closet of dogma unlit by love...
* * *
... neither dogma nor creed, but
life, itself, my scripture...bbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbb
Alone I am sadness unknown, a madness of my own.
Broken I am silent unspoken in this private moment, in emotion of lonesome defiance.
I am coldness unclothed, a soul provoked by those who loathe.
I am exposed by love, an oath I owe to the God above & the Devil below.
I am lost in exhaustion, in thoughts of my final option.
In denial with caution, I’m just A Smile
Forgotten.
A MUSE OF NOTE
you started an
interest
as you noted
my script
intrigued by you
left me
wanting
more
launching
this cruise
through
oceans of
depth
now we have
this dilemma
of
discovery
we seek a deeper
place
playing under
the same
sky
stress-less
unclothed
laughter
tears
diluted
as innuendos
imply
© Kim van Breda
I wished upon a shooting star
Tired of life’s ho hum meanderings
A wish for something more
A cure for cancer
Food for the hungry
Homes for the homeless
Clothes for the unclothed and
Dreams to come true
For the dreamers
Whether the star has
These powers never
Occurred to my
Unadulterated thoughts
But a wish is just that
A positive flow of energy
And thoughts and prayers
It was a sex attack
in burning clairvoyance.
You cannot catch me
in catastrophic moment.
A hard core **** has
the piety for a lone wolf.
Unclothed, a courier
walks into a shower of bullets.
A hospital waits for the
wounded god returning home.
On the scrubland you place at the
end a coffined prophet, smiling.
Sleepless, sleeping on ambers
you recite a blind epitaph.
Satish Verma
Open Wide. On Her Quest for Her identity.
Bards
off possibility
Scribes
of reality
Poetry
of extreme order
Communication
accessible
Meditations
unclothed
Structured instincts
penned in poems
Caesura here
Cut off point there
Bare lines
be gone
Flotsam
no more
Broken pieces
on poetic
Shores
forgotten
Aqua Marine: 4th April 2025.
Blood on her shirt.
She runs away
from herself.
A smashed mirror.
Amnesia.
And fate.
She ate away.
A decayed body.
Dangling on a fan.
Left there to be witnessed.
As she walked into her vision
of happiness,
she suddenly stops.
It was herself she was glaring at.
Her destiny she was perceiving.
She was being stabbed to death
by seven demons
while laying down on the floor
unclothed.
bards
of possibility
scribes
of realisation
with
poetry
of high order
accessible
communicable
meditaively..
slowly
unclothed:
instinctively
penned..
as structured
prose,
a ceasura
here-
and-
there-
unbare
lines
begone...
no more
jettisoned
upon
a forgotten
poetic
shore
I saw you yesterday,
Believe me,
I saw you.
You were there,
Unclothed,
Waiting for me,
On the bed,
Your legs were apart,
Your body in an erotic position,
I came down on you,
Alas,
You come.
I dined on you,
And I was full,
Weren't you there,
When you yourself moaned and groaned,
"I want more"
Our souls were entwined,
We were one.
Baby,
Weren't you dreaming too?
Of both of us making passionate love?
I wore the clothes of sinner
Whether I was naked or clothes
Yet I was instill a sinner
God saw me hiding in my life
He said to me come out, come out
I see you as you are
And who told you you were naked
With or without clothes
I am still soiled
So He sent himself down
a Son, His Son and He clothed me in forgiveness and grace mercy and love
11/27/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
My heart and soul and breathe divide
Between each step arms open wide
These words for you the oceans’ cross
At Loves’ expense two hearts no loss
Two ghosts we are to those we love
Cajoled and held by those above
Pure unadulterated I speak to you
Heart to soul is our symbiotic glue
To touch to feel to hold you close
Purity unclothed proposed I boast
For you my soul my heart my quest
I only seek to quench what is the best.
We are the Ignudi
unclothed, ebullient and energetic,
we lean and lunge, twist and turn
impervious to the imposition of ignominious imposters,
we are an expression of immortal youth
the athletes and auditors of God's court
unbound by banality or bashfulness
we listen and leer at those who stare
looking for secrets in this sacred ceiling,
in our faces you'll see the feelings
of primal awareness unadulterated by apprehension...
J.A.B.