Strip Poems - Poems about Strip

Open your eyes Open your ears Open your mouth Open your hands Open your mind Open your heart They are all things that are doable by man Judgement has taken on human form He's running amuck throughout our land Putting fear in many people that cross his path Causing death and destruction anywhere he can Don't let judgement strip you of your self esteem...

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I’m like a chameleon I don’t mean to be Happy when with you but also happy with just me My colors change to match The seasons and the breeze I’m down for whatever Happy go lucky at peace I’m easygoing until you know I’m needed to be hard and cold You may or may not be bold Enough to see my inner child...

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All yesterdays I lived through Gone for the mean today Where nothing I can do To make it slip away There’s no room for tomorrow Cause each and every day I have a chance to borrow Is got to be today It starts with morning you can take For evening, so blind grey It is, and night for goodness sake Continues the same way A calendar don’t...

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(“Mind’s Eye Merit Badge” #67, 2020, original oil) A Möbius Strip Mind and nature of mind So close and yet so different Not like night and day different But earth and sky Not two sides of the same thing But opposites One an is, the other an isn’t One an illusion, the other real This is how truth and falsehood exist Like an object...

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There once was a young lady I tell you she was somewhat shady She played some strip poker With brother's friends mediocre In walked her mother quite shaky ...

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Death to all the angels, Death in the crying sky. The eyes of hungry babies probe us. They plead with us in abject terror. In ghettoized Gaza, No mother and child will sleep, Bombed as they weep, They are the fish in a barrel. This is collective punishment Of all the guilty infants. All the guilty Palestinians will be cleansed, They will be purged in reprisal. The...

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Charon demands us to disrobe Sell your layers for coins Some with less have more to trade Better than becoming chained ghosts Our suits and dresses tie us down Being nude again will be sobering After a year of stripping down Sobriety feels too brisk I put on Italian wine’s garment It tells me to pour layers on It tells me to put on...

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Trick-or-treating comic strip gals walked down the street. The rest of us got out of the way of this wholesome treat. They were sensuous for sure, these comic strip gals. All the way we could hear comic strip boys yelling their wows....

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Away at a strip club No clothes are on me I misread the club rules Now I feel silly I’d removed my jacket White shirt and black pants Then off came my boxers I wanted to dance Two big burly bouncers Dragged me off the floor Though I’m still butt naked They show me the door I flag down a taxi Although I’ve no cash I’m dropped at my...

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Away in a strip mall, no strip did I see. That strips might be sold there means nothing to me. And then I thought strip tease! I walked all around but no naked ladies were there to be found. No cute guys there either in nothing but thongs who hinted that maybe they’d show us their dongs! There’s Vegas strips, so why not say a mall STRIP? I went...

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I posted a piece that 1943 characters to long for here. So, it's under short stories it's called: "New Year's and strip clubs" Here's a partial URL - you can't post a URL here (there are so many rules) www.poetrysoup.com/short_stories/new_years_and_strip_clubs_11895...

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My wife decided to go to a strip club with me, to prove to me that she is fun and carefree, and I must say in all honesty, it was like bringing the principal along on the day you play hooky....

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walking out of house i found a lost strip of moon in puddle of street...

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Stripping out of my clothes and standing in the mirror, Crying over the way my breasts mound, (For they seem to make eyes stray from my face far too often). The way my stomach only falls flat when I neglect to eat, And how it doesn't matter either way, Because my ribs steadfastly refuse to close. How I wish they would...

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SAILING life is a sea immense... and since comes in stormy waves, ...

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