Short Unzipped Poems

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3 4 1

I was sipping a cup of tea
When a buxom blonde winked at me
To further my chance
I unzipped my pants
Who knew cops have handcuffs for three?
Form: Limerick


Open Fly

He thought that it was handy
Locking lips with whom he thought was Brandy
He unzipped his fly
To get a quick high
Got candy, from a guy name Randy
© Daisy Ward  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Unzipped

The pocketbook Thrown upon The car seat Hangs precariously Unzipped
First attempt at Gogyohka Haven't a clue if correct
Form: Tanka

Oops

Oops! Sue found me behind a tree,
I said I really had to p**,
so I unzipped my fly
as a cold wind blew by,
Sue laughed - there was not much to see!
© George Aul  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Unzipped Lips

Love’s emphatic sigh Complete with warm air and wind Saying I love you
Entrant into Nancy Jones' "Unzipped Lips" contest 5/16/2012
Form: Senryu


Premium Member No One Cares

smell of the ocean
sand in between my toes
laughter of toddlers
colorful umbrellas
i watch an old man eat a sandwich
His fly is unzipped
no one cares
it is summer

Premium Member Out Came a Rabbit

Poor Nog Rafi had a funny habit
Unzipped his pants and out came a rabbit
   This really wouldn't do
   For the monks in his pew
You see ~ Rafi was their new head abbot
Form: Limerick

Premium Member CLYDE'S FRUSTRATION

Clyde yearned for a kiss 'neath the mistletoe

   But not a gal took notice of his woe

      The ladies just tittered

         As by him they skittered

            His fly was unzipped and ALL was aglow
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Pearls Dipped in Swine

     Pardon me, sir
       But your fly is unzipped

    Deeply offended 
       The ‘sir’ offered 
    To sock me in the lip 

     I responded in kind 
        We swung at the same time 

     Bottom line ~
        Our teeth now 
     Like ‘pearls dipped in swine’
Form: Rhyme

The Transparent Candidate

He deserved all our votes and said why,
But attention was drawn to his fly;
He'd left it unzipped,
So one voter quipped,
"If you can't manage that, then goodbye."



November 1, 2022
A Funny Limerick-Make Me Laugh Contest
Tania Kitchin, sponsor

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© David Bose  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

Premium Member When Frost Sinks Deep

When a mound of frost ruined car’s wire The iced frost drenched a winter’s attire My jacket, this frost all stripped-- Butt naked as frost unzipped Pants off I gasped, frost sunk in the mire! Same Word Winter Limerick Charles Messina's Contest 1/09/2019
Form: Limerick

She Was a Pict

I got ripped
Then I tripped 
Not the one you call a stumble

Read the script
Then I flipped
We were headed for a rumble

First I kicked
And got nicked
My mind was in a jumble

She was red lipped
And unzipped
She took me for a tumble

She was a Pict
That I picked
An ancient kind of people
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Form:

Innocence Prevails?

I
Got lost
Wandering
Around at night
Fearless of all harm
With innocence I smiled
At a stranger saying hi.
He stopped me by his gaze, I smiled
Then he unzipped his pants, I still smiled
He looked around for eyes, no one was there
Devilishly smiling, he turned to me, I blushed
“Sir, peeing on streets is impolite." He turned away.
Form: Etheree

Premium Member Disastrous Themes Bob and Wheel

Scares me,
this loop of haunting love;
What will it really be? 
Part black crow part white dove 
fire burns absolutely;

Brooding;
I need to say goodbye,
unwanted fears crowning;
Buried horrors are sly
on a slow drip weeping; 

Bad dreams,
toxic smoke wakes me up;
My mind goes to extremes
showing crazy closeup;
Unzipped disastrous themes.
Form: Other

Uncoloured

Uncoloured
Untailored
Unzipped
Untied
Unmasked
Untangled

I am unidentified, for no-one can claim to know the depth of my well.
I am no coloured frame of happiness.
I am no tailored garment.
I am not a zipped up pants
I am not a perfectly tied up ponytail.
I am masked with flaws yes.
I am untangling myself from a deeper web.

I am too uncoloured to fit.
Form: Lyric

Baking Bad

This plate of holiday baking you did bring by 
was really kind 
I unzipped the zip lock
to get inside
cookies and brownies
and bread of banana
but what was a surprise especially so
was to discover you know
I am
a lover
of corner cut smaller pieces
and cookies of extra crunch
and the ends of the breads
sometimes quite dry
are okay too

happy holidays as well to you!

Sensual Sounds

He loosens his tie,
as the power of lust
struggles to choke him.

He stares at the bathroom door,
as though a part of his soul
is locked there.

Sounds that make his body sweat,
and natural pillar stand firm
are emanating from the bathroom;
sound of a dress being unzipped,
sound of the dress gently falling
on the floor,
sound of the steamy shower,
sound of her singing......



Date: 08/09/2015

Warlock Yet

and the Bishop he recanted, and the pumpkin watchers, chanted, an orange hue like planted, where the piles of bones, were granted , a burial in the night, and the Warlock in his death grip, from skeleton fingers slipped, then the spark of life unzipped, and he sprang up shouting Elvis, and he rocked on out of sight, like a froggy frats delight, demonic just not quite... re Russell Sivey "Warlock's Demise" Don
Form: Rhyme

Ravished


"Ravished"

Soft soliloquays 
whispered to an 
undressed screen 
the romance of it all
fever ridden 
sent zipped 
and unzipped 
sensually 
feather light
precocious tongues
in cheek checked
tickling ryhmes
let your fingers 
do the walking 
like long legs 
wrapped around 
hearts saddled 
like hors d’oevres
devils on horseback
sauced, sent,
ravished

(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
Form: Narrative

Premium Member The Soul Hears the Secrets In the Trees

I feel you in the trees that, dance in the wind. I hear you whisper, in their leaves. Encrypted secrets shared, with we who listen, with our soul. From my soul to your soul; unzipped code in the wind; sorted by the leaves. The material world entraps all souls; trees awakened by chanting winds, will speak with their leaves. Trees tell the wind, with leaf voices; whom are the worthiest souls.
Form: Tritina

Counterfeits

Traversing atopia
I am touching your belly button,
to find the remains
of ancient connectivity.

Was that good-
asking for a nasal approach
to the golden incense
of a sleeping Buddha ?

The faith crumbles at 
the feet of a groping figure.
A falcon tears away the pink
globe, drinking the falling nectar.

Unzipped, a Venus now opens
the secret of a murder. The 
dismembered parts were strewn
around over the surface of moon.


Satish Verma
art
Form: ABC

Unzipped

A perky woman stepped inside
The elevator car.
I’d never seen her, so her words
To me were quite bizarre.

She turned her back to me and asked
(Formalities she’d skipped)
If I would help her out because
Her dress was not quite zipped.

Of course, I hastened to comply – 
I guess she couldn’t reach – 
But in the rules of etiquette,
I think this was a breach.

For asking someone’s help to dress
Seems much more apropos
If assistance comes from somebody
You actually know!
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Keep It Zipped

Keep it Zipped By Tom 10-5-2019 Things told in confidence should be held tight lipped, Communicating it to one friend it routinely grows. But sometimes our lips just seem to come unzipped, it goes friend to friend until everyone knows. So if you have things you’re just dying to tell, Please don’t approach me with a thought to plant. Just so I don’t leave you with doubts to dispel, “I can keep a secret its those I tell it to who can’t.”
© Tom Wright  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Lyric

A Handful

There was peace
without scapegoats.
It was a monopoly. A prelude to a kiss
of insanity. Unzipped between foibles
and forte lies the sanity.
The path will know the sex
sans flowers.

That was the outer side of
fence in the cattle shed, where
the panther had left the half-chewed
leg of a young girl. The naked
model denies the sanctity
and starts talking aloud about the
flying insects.

It was worthless
the travesty of truth. Everybody
wants a share in mining.


Satish Verma
art
Form: ABC

Hairy Bagatelle

i'm Irish
but mine aren't
uilleann having
no bellows 
but having
to blow me
up

licking her lips
she took shaft
in hand
and
began
playing 
me

at first
a simple
moaning
drone
came
from
me

then
delicately
she started
to finger
notes
coming from
me

in an
orgasmic
sound the
highlands
resounded
in murmmering
music

but today
she also 
had a little
death
when she
saw
me

i had
shaved
and so
unzipped
she found
a naked 
bagatelle
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