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"unclip" poems
“Unbind Unclasp Uncover Uncurl Unfurl Undo Unfasten Unfold Unhinge Unhook Unleash Unlink Unmask Unroll Unveil Unclip Unlace Unzip Untie Unbutton Unlock” “Undress.” “Understood.” Unravel
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Mar 1, 2021
Mar 1, 2021 at 5:39 AM UTC
25 Commands
Slide up, unclip, pull Discard, repeat, now the belt, I am almost bare. You are almost there Just one thing to go, is it too much? No - guess not....
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Mar 18, 2014
Mar 18, 2014 at 8:35 AM UTC
Audience Participation
*Shivering bodies quivering lips. Pants unzipped and dropped down low below the hips. This is it he says. Standing by the edge of his bed. Observing me with his beautiful eyes touching me between the thighs. Im on the edge of high she says and you're my angel in disguise. While she takes off her dress his hands caress her neck her flesh her legs and every inch. Hands reaching out for her bra to unclip. How do you feel he says. Naked , exposed , wild as can be and free she replies. Take me into your story write me down on your pages let me stain your soul with the ink of love. Wrap me in your arms till the day i die she says while he traces her curves and reaches her heart. Promise to never tame me and keep me wild as she kisses the back of his neck. I'll love you for an eternity and we'll explode together like the stars up in the galaxy* ~
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Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 2:54 AM UTC
****** Love
It's 12:25 in the early morning, The stars are majestically prancing around in the heavenly sky. Never was there a gigantic, obese sign forewarning, Attempting to grab my attention seeking eyes. Screaming and shouting, "He's just a beautiful boy with a devil heart." Would a young, innocent soul have the conscientious mind to spot such a simple flaw? Maybe, if I wouldn't have been so knee deep in trying to restart, I may not have ever let your rough, graceful hands unclip my bra. It's now 12:39 and I'm slowly remembering how to forget you, All I can slightly acknowledge is scratching your bare back and moaning your aesthetically crafted name. Don't ask me to bid you adieu, Because I only have my wondering heart to blame.
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Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 12:50 AM UTC
Satisfying Loneliness
Every moment when I unclip your bra, the wrong feels wonderfully right, the beautiful scenery of your body, perfectly naked, turned me to start kissing and sniffing your neck.
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Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 4:52 AM UTC
Wrong Feels Right
There will be the placing on of hands. She knows that, he has done that before. There will be the unbuttoning of her blouse, the slow undoing, one button eased through the hole. Then he will pause, breath in deeply, then proceed with the removal of her blouse, each arm in turn taken out, then he will place the blouse on the chair. Here she will smile, hide her unease. Then he will unclip the bra from behind, she will feel fingers moving. Her ******* will fall free once he has taken away the bra. He will then lay it somewhere out of her sight. Next he will take an intake of breath; she will sense it on her back, a warm breeze. Then he will unzip her skirt, the zip going down over her *** his fingers will linger here, she will feel them, she will then sigh. Next he will let the skirt fall to the floor, trapping her legs in the cloth. She will step out, one foot at a time. He will lift her skirt and put over the back of the chair and let it hang there. After a short pause, he will place his fingers inside her silk underwear and take down slow, as if unwrapping some gift. Next she will step out and pick them up and place on the chair. Just her ankle stocking will be left remaining. She will stand as he walks around her, his eyes moving over her, grey slugs, damp and smooth. Then he will go. Nothing quite as it may seem. Each night he will come, each night the same dream.
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Mar 15, 2013
Mar 15, 2013 at 3:20 PM UTC
PLACING ON OF HANDS.
I stopped off at the bank to say 'how are you' to the folks who try their hand at the day care of my dollars and the quarters of my pay I pushed back on a tall gray day, the clouds swirl by in the lead gray sky and I fly over the dry sand ox bow that runs and twists in a necklace below next, by a purring Toyota, its light glowing blank at a barn wall looking glass Unclip and the gate still open in hind sight, and I am through onto the grass no paint, no sorrel no grizzled grey hinnie, I walk through the trees tracking the sandy scuff out and up and across the overlook bluff. I hoot n call but never a whinny There's a house there with a good wire fence The trail turns east over the rough brush heath and on and on and across to a fence, worn neatly down to a barbed wire wreath and across more brush with a fresh hoof print til the track grows faint but never a hint. And I stoop where nobody sees me in repose thankful a handkerchief wipes more than noses, So back in a sweaty shirt to the tree line, and there are the horses fresh hoof tracks on the truck where donkey and goat flirt. bowls of grain and sweet feed to make amend, a handful of wafers to lighten the offering And I brush off what the fly spray left me of dead on the back of my old friend And I comb out his handsome mane, and pull out his short gold tail and throw up the heavy brown saddle and think again of my good fortune the pretty leather saddle This time though he stop and consider his options, press on through the scary wind break where turkeys are known to run in conniptions giving the evil eye to the pile of hay netting the field gate that groans in the wind. landlord's engine spinning quietly the lights burning where nobody looks Just a word or two, and we are galloping back, easier to urge when returning to the friendly herd, And off to the west where the house that's for sale is and past the dead mans duck pond, home is where the lunch is, and another perfect holiday.
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May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 11:27 AM UTC
A Day.
I stopped off at the bank to say 'how are you' to the folks who try their hand at the day care of my dollars and the quarters of my pay I pushed back on a tall gray day, the clouds swirl by in the lead gray sky and I fly over the dry sand ox bow that runs and twists in a necklace below next, by a purring Toyota, its light glowing blank at a barn wall looking glass Unclip and the gate still open in hind sight, and I am through onto the grass no paint, no sorrel no grizzled grey hinnie, I walk through the trees tracking the sandy scuff out and up and across the overlook bluff. I hoot n call but never a whinny There's a house there with a good wire fence The trail turns east over the rough brush heath and on and on and across to a fence, worn neatly down to a barbed wire wreath and across more brush with a fresh hoof print til the track grows faint but never a hint. And I stoop where nobody sees me in repose thankful a handkerchief wipes more than noses, So back in a sweaty shirt to the tree line, and there are the horses fresh hoof tracks on the truck where donkey and goat flirt. bowls of grain and sweet feed to make amend, a handful of wafers to lighten the offering And I brush off what the fly spray left me of dead on the back of my old friend And I comb out his handsome mane, and pull out his short gold tail and throw up the heavy brown saddle and think again of my good fortune the pretty leather saddle This time though he stop and consider his options, press on through the scary wind break where turkeys are known to run in conniptions giving the evil eye to the pile of hay netting the field gate that groans in the wind. landlord's engine spinning quietly the lights burning where nobody looks Just a word or two, and we are galloping back, easier to urge when returning to the friendly herd, And off to the west where the house that's for sale is and past the dead mans duck pond, home is where the lunch is, and another perfect holiday.
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I conquered every feeiing that ever felt real to me and knelt at the feet of statues looking for deliverance, Blood on her wings but an angel flies in and sings to me, I cling to the tin foil In the tack room satin and a whisper of whips. I unclip from the apron and try to get a game on But the statues refuse to okay my play. and she walks like she's sinking on the brink or is it me thinking it's her thinking it's me? Montmartre next stop Kama Sutra all aboard tickets please, fasten your seat belt It wasn't that at all It just felt like it. But when you start to feel and cease to kneel it all becomes incredible, I'm a thousand lira nearer to Pisa, she's a lot closer to me.
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Oct 26, 2016
Oct 26, 2016 at 1:40 PM UTC
Stabbed by stiletto heels acts oddly on the parquet floor.
Bad days will always be the norm, I promise it's normal to be in a storm. But when you get to the eye of it all, Your worry begins to fall. You are able to be at peace with all things, You are able to unclip your wings. You know the worst is only yet to come, But you won't be the one to succumb. The storm is coming fast, But with the peace you know it won't last. Bad days will always come around, But they do not define you, you don't have to be drowned.
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Mar 2, 2020
Mar 2, 2020 at 1:08 PM UTC
Bad Days
*Breathe me in. Like the scent of blooming flowers in spring. Take me to a secret place where the law can not find us. I'll show you what love feels like. We'll taste passion and lust on the tip of our tongues. Press your body against mine while we kiss behind your bedroom door. Whisper i love you as your hands touch my hips , lips and unclip my black lace bra. Show me the light cause i've been trapped in a dark metaphor for so long. Teach me how to breath because my lungs haven't been working from all the weights they've carried all along. Undress my soul before you lay your hands on my skin. We can tell each other stories before we begin to explain them in the form of gentle love. Let me curl against your chest. It's been years since my soul got to experience what's it like to rest. Let me press my lips to your neck. And i promise to write you ****** poetry. The kind that your eyes will desire to read while you sit alone in bed with your legs widely spread while its dark. Love me for what i am. Love the small broken little girl that exists under this skin. Love the ashes of my heart. For it's been burnt too long. Hug me tight through the night. Because I need you by my side. Calm the tempest i have in my mind and tell me a lullaby tonight while i watch the stars sparkle in your eyes under the nights black sky* ~
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May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 2:11 PM UTC
Behind the bedroom door
I once dreamed to be wed in white. Angles gleam, as I pure as sunlight. Oh but temptation surely put up a fight. One that drained all my might. The darkest cloak will drape around. Dead flowers and fire for the fate i’m bound. Tis not a dove but a crow that sound. Yet there be not a regret found. Hear the bells of death ring. No care for sin feels a wonderful thing. The touch he gives enough to unclip my wing. A hymn of death i’ve forced the choir to sing I dreamed once to wed in white. Though now it will be darker than night. For the grace of sin is quite the sight.
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Jun 14, 2018
Jun 14, 2018 at 7:58 AM UTC
I Once Dreamed
Take my hand and let me lead you through the garden of flowers Lay your head down in the daisies and look up to the dancing dogs and laughing monkeys in the sky Raise your hand to feel the air rush by These are the times of our life that allow us to rest our weary hearts and minds To unclip our baggage and though it still lies beside us we are light and alone for a short while For all the troubles and challenges of life there are moments of calm There are moments of quiet They are the raft in the middle of a vast ocean and although you know it will eventually break and float away It will carry you through a few waves Take my hand my friend and let me lead you through the garden of flowers Lay your body down next to mine and in the breeze and the sun beams let us be quiet See the sky and hear the grass sway Let time be but a memory of a past life that has been mislaid
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Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 6:46 AM UTC
Let me lead you through the garden of flowers
Come out now, I beckon and coax. Turmoil; twisted and tethered, like tendrils on my subconscious. They grip. It's my only goal to make them slip, unclip, and submit. I am to wash away all negativity and dismay, to make my world anew by light of day. In my mind, my soul, my body, my whole; these things I will not let stay.
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Aug 27, 2019
Aug 27, 2019 at 12:10 AM UTC
Demons.