Topless Poems

I met her at a biker bar

I met her at a biker bar 
(C) 2025 by Russ Dodson

I met her at a biker bar 
somewhere in midtown Monterrey.
She said she was a topless dancer,
working fifteen shifts a day.

She handed me a well-worn token,
said her name was Daisy Mae,
said if I learned to play the game right
I would never have to pay.

I placed the token on the table,
waited for the song to play.
When it started, she stood up;
I watched her body start to sway.

She headed for a dressing room,
looked back and said, "Don't go away."
She returned wearing a costume
meant to lead a man astray.

In pasties and a beaded g-string,
everything was on display.
Her eyes said, "This is all for you, love."
There was nothing more to say.

Topless

We were young and full of adventure
Travelling in our kombi van
Burning incense and listening
To Cat Stevens and Bob Dylan

We decided to climb a tourist peak
Slowly making it to the top
Going down was easier 
Though there was a lot of start and stop

It was  busy on the peak that day
With tourists abound
We had to keep standing aside 
On the narrow ground

As we stood aside to let someone pass
There was a buzzing in the air
In a moment bees were upon me
Down my top and in my long hair

Without any thought or hesitation
In a  complete frenzied state of affairs
Writhing and screaming I ripped off my top
To many tourists eyes a-glare ……

Topless Surfer

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.

She, topless when caught

Pleaded she, topless when in street caught:
Equal rights with menfolk I’ve or not?
I’ve just done what they do,
Not more, nary less new,
If men do, so do women feel hot.

Oh really, wondered policing man,
Thoughts in mind bursting wild, hard to pen,
Discreet, he kept quiet,
So does this shunned poet,
Thinking of Poetry Soup’s fermaan.
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Happenings |23.08.2023| Limerick, humour  
Poet’s note: In a picturesque French town, a woman faced prosecution for walking through streets topless. In sympathy other women joined her in support. ‘If men can why not we? We too feel hot in this weather.’ They paraded topless with ‘what difference’ scrawled with a marker pen on their skin. This limerick imagines how she would protest when caught topless. Oh really, how the policeman might wonder. This reminds me of my school days. Some girls in our group argued on similar lines (no, not topless). In response boys challenged them to duplicate what all they could do and silenced them. But times are changing now. Fermaan=diktat.

Topless Tattoo

Topless Tattoo

Topless tattoo parading on the beach
Self-assured, edgy, out of reach
A nonchalant lounge, delicate pose
The perfect life we have to suppose

Male eyes survey you, curiosity and lust
And you bare all from head to bust
Then you leave, you’ve had your play
An old guy watches, wishes you’d stay.

The ghosts await you as you turn the key
A cold chill greets you from the sea
Your glamour lasts for a few empty hours
Home has no use for womanly powers

The sun disappears, and the gloom takes hold
The beach just a memory, of you so bold
You’ll leave them guessing until the next sunrise
Down on the sand with your topless disguise

David Cox 05/07/23

Topless

We were young and full of adventure
Travelling in our kombi van
Burning incense and listening
To Cat Stevens and Bob Dylan

We decided to climb a tourist peak
Slowly making it to the top
Going down was easier 
Though there was a lot of start and stop

It was  busy on the peak that day
With tourists abound
We had to keep standing aside 
On the narrow ground

As we stood aside to let someone pass
There was a buzzing in the air
In a moment bees were upon me
Down my top and in my long hair

Without any thought or hesitation
In a  complete frenzied state of affairs
Writhing and screaming I  ripped off my top
To tourist eyes aglare ……

Walking Around Topless

Daring to Walk Around the House Shirtless
I am a daring woman, a wanton woman, a top heavy woman.
My 44 Double D’s are pressing down hard on my chest today.
I decide to free them, to let them loose, to give them some air.
Which is nervy because even if you are an old lady, and I am….

If you have a husband like mine
Who is still seventeen
And still thinks of me as sixteen,
you know he is going to run up and play with your boobs.

My back stops him in mid grab.
What is on your back?
Apparently thirteen wood ticks.
He is completely grossed out and says he will take off six of them.
Thirteen is too many.
I am pretty sure he got all their blood-filled ugly rounded brown bodies.
The heads are still in my skin though, I bet.
Those heads are keeping him away from the booby grab.
I guess those stupid ticks bites are good for something.
HEY!
Never mind….

The Reason I Went Topless On My Birthday

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

The Topless Autumn

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.

Topless

On a public beach, they sat,
An ordinary pair
Of middle age, content, it seemed,
To soak some sunshine there.

Her rolls of flab revealed the fact
That half of her was nude,
Her breasts quite unencumbered,
Though her reasons did elude.

Was tanning her objective
Or perhaps a cooling breeze
Which a bathing suit would hinder
Or did digging straps displease?

Or just maybe she went topless
‘Cause her body made her proud
Or, most likely, just because the law
Says that it is allowed.

Sand Goddess

Supine she lies upon the sand

beads of perspiration finely dot

curvaceous golden brown form

carefree tresses spring, fly away hair

coconut oil lathers coquettish peaks

bared free, flesh innocent

she turns, languish sun kissed rays

fingers brush sand that lingers

covetously to her thighs

her eyes span the horizon

foamy froth surfs cobalt waves

the rhythmic sound of water

caresses the silky white sand

clouds float a vivid blue sky

she smiles exotic, delicious

perfection at the beach

divine goddess of sand


Statement: Snapshot of a young woman topless sunbaking on Bondi Beach 80s. Self aware, personal meets political.  Simple poem, simple beach scene.

Entered in Your best poem that is trophy worthy Contest 4
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Written 08/09/2019

Topless

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.

Limerick She Blew Topless On Sea Anne Anne

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

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