"boobie" poems
Willets cull the seawall
snapper on the grill
rock ***** swoon
in shallow lagoons
long boats pass
under quiet
palm shade
Plovers dance and flutter
handrails frayed and torn
graffiti spots
at lovers rock
frigate-birds fall
from a high
noon sun
Thatched roof on a mud wall
fish flags settle score
anchors arch
in front line march
pillar cracks form
under rust brown scars
Elegant tern and grebe
watchmen fall in cue
children play
on crested waves
whimbrels and notchers
perch above Tentaciones
Striped pelícanos
the bandits of the sea!
merchants grow
in steady flow
siblings jostle
in a tide cooled sand
Heerman gull and boobie
durango smoke in yurt
boiler shrimp
and puffer blimp
castle buckets and scrapers
under a dusk light cheroot
Six pulls on a lead line
painted toes in sand
shearwater run
in a rainbow sun
the portly mexicano
flaunts his tacos
and wares
Rooster house for swordfish
bamboo shoots and sails
broken shells
and ocean swells
rise
on the
perfect
La Ropa bay
Apr 14, 2017
Apr 14, 2017 at 2:22 PM UTC
Reading the paper kicking back with a few big boobie maiden's
He Man sit's and reflects after flexing his muscles for the maidens to giggle over mmm He Man loves the maidens.
Well after He Man's moment of deep thought he flushed the toilet
and beat the evil toilet demon back down the drain.
looking on the net and not just at **** He Man saw that evil Skeletor
had yet again erased yet another acount the master of the universe was mad so after wrasslin with the servant girl mmmm He man loves the servant girl.
He man called up Skeletor cause it wasa long ride over there and
and gas prices were a *****
One bar! fuck you verizon dam cellphone overpriced ****
He Man smashed the cellphone against the castle wall and cut that useless ****** head off cant hear me now huh ******
Man at arms build me better phone now!
mmmm He Man like a man in uniform.
After man at arms fought off He Man mmmm thats okay
he'll have to sleep sometime.
Man at arms built he man better phone with string and tin cup hello?
Skeletor Yorkie Speaking **** seems to be the problem.
Mmm talk slower He Man likes Skeletors voice.
He Man dam you leave me alone im busy with my life partner playing catch and hide the weazel.
Homegirl you better stop erasing accounts or im gonna get medevil on your **** He Man said in his naughty man voice.
Promise Skeletor replied.
BY THE POWER OF GREYSKULL WAIT WHATS THE REST OF THIS?
****** it been so long I cant remember who gets tied up first.
Wait what was i talking about?
I like ice cream mmmm ice cream.
Just then the line snapped it was cut by that naughty meat puppet
dam you Skeletor this battle has just begun.
Dont miss the next really weird *** episode of HeMan.
Todays lesson.
Well children never play with matches.
Cause they sometimes dont work so go out and get this
years sure fire hot **** seller toy.
The He Man Flame Thrower yes little Timmy wont have to take **** from that bully anymore just light his fat *** up like a christmas tree
and if this offended you get a life mmm He Man like life and *******
Feb 13, 2011
Feb 13, 2011 at 7:37 AM UTC
I'm the bran bucket boobie
I'm the dollar bargain bin
I'm the prize that they still give you
Even though you didn't win
I'm the chipped cup in the cupboard
I'm the last sweet in the tin
I'm the cheap dime store necklace
that irritates your skin
I'm the actor on the telly
or at least I am his twin
that's the one I'm Quasimodo
wishing he was Errol Flynn
I'm the tattoo after drinking
I'm the one night stand and sin
and the hope that you're not pregnant
or I was too drunk to put it in
I'm the pill in the morning
and the mourning for more gin
I'm the prize they always give you
Even though you didn't win.
Nov 26, 2013
Nov 26, 2013 at 8:14 PM UTC
I hope if you read this you're over 18...
I've written a poem you may find obscene.
I'm going to be ***** and graphic a while...
Some readers will shudder, yet others will smile
'cause this poem is nasty, off-color and vile.
This is one of my uncensored full-frontal verses
full of expletives, swear words, gratuitous curses
where I'm potty-mouthed, explicit, filthy, blue, crude...
so don't be offended.
I've warned you...
It's lewd.
You might want to stop if you're not in the mood.
At least I'm not sitting in front of you ****
You can't see the pierced parts or what is tattooed.
This is strict ADULTS ONLY.
It's all about ***
It's poetic ***********
****
Triple X.
Enough with the foreplay... Here goes... Wish me luck:
Boobie. **** Winkie. ***** **** Phooey!
If that isn't bad enough, let me be blunt;
Dinky and ******* and backside and cootchie!
C'est tout. C'est fini.
That' pretty much it...
If you weren't amused why should I give a hoot?
May 29, 2015
May 29, 2015 at 11:31 AM UTC
Tell me, at the very least, that you said,
that our kiss was of I and Thou
that you would love me as the mountain wind shakes the rose calyx of alabaster sky
that you would make a home, out of sea foam and sea conch
that in the blue mist shade and coral sun, your arms would hold me
that these boobie traps would go off
that we are a simple as mineral mingling with dew drops
that Love wins through the struggles
that I was a girl in Autumn
that we were like two entangled particles
...and you never meant it.
Tell me as I stand here at your door with mine wide open, on this summit in the clouds
and tell me you want to go.
But
please
don't.
and instead spend life with me.
Mar 7, 2014
Mar 7, 2014 at 10:14 PM UTC
The people surround me.
I kick,
I scream,
When they try and grab a hold of me.
I punch,
I curse,
I bite.
...
They have no right,
To make me in there image.
...
Don't take off my cloths!
Let go of my binder!
Give me back my boxers!
I'm kicking and screaming with all my might.
...
They have no right,
To make me in there image.
...
Take these ******* off me now!
Get this boobie trap off of me!
Please, take this dress off me now!
...
crying
C-can I please have MY cloths back?
Jul 29, 2014
Jul 29, 2014 at 11:08 AM UTC
When I was in 1st grade I would jump off the swing set just to feel alive
I got a lot of attention because the other kids thought I could die
Maybe I was lacking some sort of Imbalance chemically in my mind
Because the attention they gave me Was a new type of high
I illicit reactions just so I can feel fine
Blood is in the sink I think I can finally see the light
I want to feel the wind between my arms And lift into the air just one more time
The attention is addicting
Thick eyeliner and a black boobie dress
12 years old and they say I'm not filled out quite yet
I enjoyed the validation the old men gave me
Blood red, pill dead
Just like the pretty cigarette girls on TV said.
stuck in this loveless hole until somebody saves me.
Self destructive, enable the pain
Turn the corner and play their game.
I only want to what's worst for me.
I illicit reactions just to see
The emotionally intense delivery
Oh you should see your face,
And in the frown you gave me.
I'm just a liar now
No one hears my screams
There's blood in the sink and no one is listening
Lower middle class middle school ***** stealing pencil sharpeners every chance I could get
The blood is on my clothes and its not coming off
And I'll still send that old man a picture of my body
As I leek blood, draining it like a hobby.
He ignores my pain to fulfill his selfish pleasures knowing he gets to see a pubescent body with ******* on
I only like doing the things that are bad for me.
I illicit these reactions to keep the attraction
If I'm in control and I know their intentions, they can't hurt me
It can't happen
But there's still blood in the sink
God I'm so tragic
Wouldn't you think?
Feb 19, 2025
Feb 19, 2025 at 9:16 PM UTC
T*here was plenty cats who could ****** a quarter offa backboard,*
They used to say up at Happy Warrior,
*But the Goat was the only one
Who could float so long that he could leave change*,
And then they’d slap each other on the back,
Laughin' until they couldn’t breathe.
Some folks still tell the story, old timers—hell, old men now,
But they don’t laugh much no more, because they all know the story;
Ain’t one of those things where people ask Whatever became of...
Like a Boobie Tucker or Funny Kitt, because Earl was a myth, see,
A neighborhood Icarus, but one with moments of doubt
The pusher, all loud clothes and soft smooth voices,
Played Earl and played him to his weak hand.
*College coach ain’t gonna push for no brother
Who ain’t got the grades,
No matter how much lift he got.
Then what, man?
You gonna hang outside the park, leanin’ on the fence,
Some old man whose name used to get you respect?
**** man, you think you can fly?
Man, I got somethin’ make you fly.*
The pusher baited and Earl hit the hook hard;
Wasn’t long before he was noddin’ on corners
Like some old **** wino,
Pretty soon a stint Upstate after he botched robbin’ some bar,
Then a long slow slide until he died.
The Hawk, Alcindor, The Pearl—they knew he was the man,
Best ever according to Lew, and man how he flew,
But the streets have their own peculiar physics
And the rim ain’t nothing but ten feet off the ground.
Feb 6, 2017
Feb 6, 2017 at 7:46 AM UTC