Stripping Poems - Poems about Stripping

One of my favorite dreams used to be to rehab a Victorian painted lady But then a friend decided to do it. She begged me to come over and help I ended up spending two weeks there Tearing down wallpaper, stripping wood, Tearing down wallpaper, stripping wood Tearing down wallpaper, stripping wood Then we spent three more weeks Rolling out new wallpaper and...

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My husband loves watching me strip go on Jan, you can do it he urges As each piece glides to the ground my body quivers with delight It’s so satisfying slowly peeling off the layers I eventually reach the climax and let out scream of excitement as the final piece of damp wallpaper falls to the floor Poet's Notes ...We are having a new...

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from the mountain's edge tangerine tipped trees aglow with the rise of crimson skies shine golden i stand beneath the dance of leaves in the hues of october's breeze shivering in its foggy breath watching as the trees undress stripping layers of my soul i fall emotionless bare as death piles around me in bloodless drops i stand in the pools of its claret bleeding myself dry as i snap like branches through the weight of life...

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My auntie acted on the stage Her performance was in a cage She dressed as a stripper Then let men folk whip her Her antics sure caused an outrage! FICTION POEM 9/29/18...

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The moment of “Hair down! Let yourself go!” Walked right up to her door, And she fell back, onto her truth, Fell back onto her floor, Where she ripped her soft layer of fake from her chest, Threw it onto the ground, Then tore off her layers of doubt and regret, And lay without making a sound, And her...

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Long I hoarded my priceless treasure of silver coins hidden from her unsuspecting glance, this alloy of glittering metals was a curse; I kept it guarded as gold in a greedy manner. If the daintiest daisy is plucked to guess the other lover's thought, I pull off the petals of this blue rose to undo all the delusive images embellished in...

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dreaming of bright lights the novice actress bares all. . . in strip club neon For the Picture Perfect Haiku #2 Poetry Contest of Skat...

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What our parents told us About truth, love, and purpose Is dripping saggy from a nail in the wall Take my hand gypsy love Banish my broken tongue Make me love the day!...

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Stripping For The Crown Well, I sat back and thought about your contest As silly as it may sound, I chuckled with a grin A contest I desperately desire to win, Bribing the sponsor, with words - not money Sadly, I sit on top of the popularity list, Not number one, just another number two, I want more, I...

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The fury of winter winds rip through the trees Stripping away dead branches and scurrying the leaves. It is a cleansing thing, this awesome, mighty wind As it blows through the countryside again and again. So like the Spirit of God in our lives Is the final conclusion at which I arrive. For does not the Spirit seek to blow clean Those...

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Now me, now not, a thought is always there. My genes navigate on collapsing walls, words, dark mind, broken dreams. But thought is always there. I hold on firmly to sounds, voices, tongues, the thought is always there. Brain goes into a nameless friction, of aimless voyage I rediscover the myth and abandon the zone of thoughts....

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How dance anglaise in long lines- turned into a square....

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And making a basket- with a dos a dos. Ekphrasis-The Barn Dance by Egedius....

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As nation's strip in conquest's rung withing small ranks, the same song sung is stripping of all man's among to dialogue yeah, provisions none! Soul stripping as religious feign is almost tempting man's remain to give to God all self's contain, yet strip a self of worthwhile claim. How valid is my own complete as charity I am humbled, beat ~ so trusting, yet injustice...

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Sleep with me under the afghan of stars illuminary milk pouring out of heaven's jars A storm of sliding satellites colliding can be ours as we ribbon out our lives in whispered stories. ~Whisking up of ink in your eyes white peppered mint while our breath entrances frost on the eve of night fall's wrist We are still intangible, first here,...

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