Backside Poems - Poems about Backside

Used to get a whopping almost every day, Something I did or something I’d say. Nobody how far I ran or tried to hide, I’d end up with a belt on my backside. Used to blame it on some foreign lands, President did and everybody clapped their hands, Still no luck no matter how I tried, I still got a belt on...

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Jim Steneson had a problem with gas without warning he'd let out a blast. The stink was obscene folks escaped the scene and denounced Jim as a pain in the ass....

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Killington Mountain, one of the largest Ski resorts in New England. With its webbing of trails, dotted with colourful kaleidioscopic ski outfits; racing to the Castle they call a Base Lodge. My Cabin is atop a mountain across two valleys from Killington's backside I can see the untamed, wild and free side of Mother Nature's: True being Where deers have...

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Standing quivering Vulnerable and still raw Needing acceptance Craving a glance….from you Aching for your hello Feeling inadequate Fidgeting hands clamped Eyes downward Craving a look….from you Longing for your hello Heart sprinting Pulse tap dancing Feeling dizzy Craving a smile…from you Thirsting for your hello Feeling dejected Fearing rejection Ducking out of sight Seeing no smile…from you Hiding from your hello...

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Diplomacy's reveal, the hardship of conceive, the woman bears the fruit to birth the man does oft deceive! And if the altar's reached some freedoms are impeached although the words "I promise" do not breech! It must be centered still the walk within ~ I mill, no forefront's grave portraying can fulfill! The backside of the cross so often scened as loss was Jesus' spined indenture...

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My movements, strange and nimble like the wind, from where you stand must surely seem absurd; and thus, your kind ignores my brushlike end, instead to watch me dumbly steer a curb. It's shameful that your eyes have been ensnared by what you see as antics in the street. Is not my gaily trailing limb more fair than highly false perceptions of...

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When I first saw you, I noticed such pain... I wanted to meet you , and find out your name... So nervous you stood looking around the room... Your actions so familiar, I once was there too... Rejected by a lover that really never understood... Confused and trembling, once in your shoes I stood... Give me a chance, just a little...

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My lover’s backside makes me weep; I drew it from memory on the first try Then traced it over and over again for hours; His backside is anguished joyous home and Disturbing wonder caught, entangled In a moment of Divine vision, Divine humor, Divine confusion; My hands are too small to cup the thick fleshy softness Of the two...

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