It is a great honor to present the entries of the 2015 Clothes Free Poetry Contest. Some generous people reflected on their clothes free experiences in the form of poetry. Take a look and support them with your votes!
Voting is open for 2 weeks, May 4 – May 17, 2015.
My Naked Foot i hope it doesn’t offend you If I post a picture of my naked foot. I suppose it would be less graphic With a sock and shoe, but sometimes I feel better unsocked. At home. Alone. Do you want me to put something on? Before company comes over? While I’m out in the back yard? In front of the children? Do you like the black sock or the white? -by Lloyd The Great
Life is a river where the currents are swift. Up river is the freedom, the truth from the lies Downriver the place where humanity dies. As the people continue to jump covered with their shame. The weight is too much as they are quickly swept away. But one by one they continue to jump but why don’t they realize that their clothes are to blame? You sit on the river and watch people float by they gave up on themselves without barley a try. All they needed to do was lessen the weight. The weight of their shame has caused
Righteous Nakedness Peace and Harmony flows strong and free. Like a well nourished river fed by mountain springs. For those that drink from the cup of life and love. Brothers and Sisters, though they be of diffrent race, language, and beliefs, Can meet together face to face and learn how to play joyous games in perfect Harmony; When Love is the way that they seek. Though diffrent they be, and past memories of hate, with love there can be forgiveness and grace; Bringing arch rivals peace. So to break free from the worldly ways of hate, taught by the Prince
Naked Poetry Free, free as the air Free floating cloud like defying ground I feel the air on my skin Hairs ripple, skin shimmers, touch is pure Naked, born as a child, simple uncomplicated Leaves blow in the breeze, trees steadfast Branches natures buildings Nature is naked, so are we, united as one. by Martin Belcher
One with Nature The world is full of dirt and air– That’s the reason I like to bare. One with sky, one with earth, As fresh today as day of my birth Run through the woods so free The world goes away, lets me be. Sunlight on my body, grass in my toes I’m one with birds, trees, and rainbows! -by Anna Tasiilaq
Naked I stand before you naked Why do I feel shame? You do not understand my need to be free Why would you not join me? I stand before you naked Do you not understand that this is who I am? I have let go of my inhibitions Why won’t you let me be me? I stand before you naked Even though the world does not understand Can you not be supportive of me? Shall I cover up so that you can feel comfortable? I stand before you naked Why won’t you let me be free? –by Fabien (Naturist Fab)
NATURE BOY Nature Boy lives in the woods, on a lake, in a tent, with his cat He don’t ever wear no clothes, imagine that? When he gets dirty doin’ stuff, he just goes skinny dipping No big deal to nature Boy, life is what you make of it He likes to write poems, about whatever he feels like writin’ about Sometimes he goes fishin’, for whatever he can get Life for nature Boy comes easy…and yet… Once in a while he gets lonely, even though he has his pet He dreams about someday finding a nature girl If that
The Quiet “Calla,” she said, as the wind brushed through the trees And a fragrant hum hung in the air. A whisper of light flushed my skin And tossled my sun-crusted hair. “Estoy es todo,” she mouthed, exalted. And she was right. The moment passed. That was all. -by Conci Nelson
A Beautiful New Day Like the rock upon which I sit, my body is naked, grounded to the earth without obstruction. The smell of freshly ground beans, steeping, waiting for just the right moment, begins to push away the night. As the soft glow of twilight builds, the air around me begins to move. I can feel its gentle touch everywhere. I sip upon my cup with gratitude & as I sit in this quiet solitude, a meditation of praise, receiving mother’s gift of this natural beauty. From atop a distant mountain, The promise of dawn breaks free. Her light
Born This Way I was born this way, it isn’t a choice, A silent naked person, not allowed a voice, Living in secret, nakedness disguised, Daring not to speak, not to be despised, But now I find my freedom, strong & proud, Finding friends where nakedness is allowed, I was born this way, just like all of you, Yes you are naked, you know that it’s true, No more a silent person, I live clothes free, But more important, I am truly living, as me! — by Patrick Thompson
Trapped, without Fidelity Entering this world we leave the dark womb seeking light. Immediately our skin is feared. Legions are cornered, constrained in vivid fabric. Deny to be captive. Reject the cloth, escape the woven prison. Savor this reunion with naked freedom. For the sun pushes life into bare skin with full confidence. This body is mine. –by @naturalbornhiker