Unclothing Poems - Poems about Unclothing

...Open sky, sitting on a park bench with one arm curved behind a person; teething smiles shyly undressing my emotional puristic like Adam re-unclothing in Eden. Whatsoever is losed of my ascetic,......

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...An Edvard Munch reproduction hangs demurely, yet with a blushing come-hither disclosing/unclothing. A Van Gogh print hovers near her like a sad and troubled lodger. I sense his self-inflicted ......

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...Chet lived creepily in the back of the tavern, hidden. No one bothered him. He lived vicariously through the others. The pretty barflies who flitted in chatting too loudly. Flipping their hair. H......

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...Somewhere, an afternoon unveils with eagerness, the sun, which swims out of a cloud, lazily, unclothing bronzed vacancies--- Illustrious, unabashed light strokes, awakening bliss ......

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...Beautiful little girl Devastatingly beautiful The birds would start chirping when she walked past Her mother’s daughter they all said A mirror image And suddenly she was shocked by love 5 ye......

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...Petals of a rose Grace into autumn And from life They are swayed With sadness The thorn and stem Embrace soon white Exposed and brave Flower bares her spirit Nakedness to unclothing Becoming soulle......

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...Do I hear footsteps on the corridors tonight Is there a gentle knock A firm, persistent knock Like night unclothing in a stars sweet light? Who is that lonesome shadow over the hill Heart so s......

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...You come to me hesitantly Like a hot wind Unclothing the sea From the negligee of the sun Raising one leg Bare So there are no curtains Clouding my brain Over my prostrate body You climb L......

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...Drunk ... I drank too much th echampagne of words Staggering like a kite in a wind contrary I feel heart string tugs and mount again in air On at the clouds cuddling height I smell the fragrance ......

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...i tear at my clothes to get them off only to throw them back on once again due to the hate lashing from my eyes in the mirror so overcome by the fury in my eyes i'm afraid of the picture they m......

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