I was inspired to write this while driving in the rain after buying "Naked" juice. Here goes:
Have You Ever?
Have you ever
Danced in the nude,
Out in the rain,
With droplets
Sliding down your skin?
Have you ever
Danced in the nude,
Lighted by the moonlight,
Beneath the starry skies?
Have you ever, released
Of inhibitions
And liberated from
Your accoutrements,
Danced naked in the rain?
Have you ever
Removed your rags
So that all the world may see
The rounded breasts
And curvéd hips
That lie beneath?
Have you ever
Danced in the nude?
Ever kissed the rain
With your bare flesh?




I presume the speeker is addressing a woman and not a man because, frankly, I have not bared my round breasts and curved hips to the world. I wish I could, but according to the law of the land that is what is called indecent exposure (but it's pretty decent in my case). Oh, I crack myself up.
Okay, all sarcasm aside --which I apologize for-- I would be more than willing to critique your poem. The repitition of 'have you ever' helps the poems tonality, instead of a dry you have an inquisitve, yet rhetorically inquisitive, nature. The only thing I would change is how choppy it is. Try to add more juice, or not add the line breaks in. You can always have it a double-lined 3 stanza poem.
I do, however, like the vivid imagery created by the last line of the poem "Kissed the rain/with your bare flesh"
That is striking.
A wise man once said
"An idiot is born every minute"
But an even wiser man said then
"I was born in between. "
Thanks for the critique!
Your presumption is indeed correct it is a man addressing a woman. I agree with choppiness being an issue, consider this little ditty the skeleton of the muscled and fleshy poem it will eventually become, a poem with more juice ("Naked" juice! hehehehehe, ok serenity now) and flow :) I'm glad you liked the last two lines :)
--Pauperes Commilitones Christi Templique Salomonis--
Don't forget poetic elements, like metaphor, allusion, personification (if necessary) and symbolism. Meter is also important. Rhyming isn't necessary, but it makes for an added effect, but again, isn't necessary.
A wise man once said
"An idiot is born every minute"
But an even wiser man said then
"I was born in between. "
Why yes, yes I have.
Heh, sorry, on to the point. I have to agree about the choppiness, but I love the imagery. I can close my eyes and see every detail. Please for the love of god though, don't make it rhyme. Many a beautiful works have been ruined by the choice to complicate things and attempt to include rhyming. As far as word choice goes, fabulous, with the exception of accoutrements. It's a great word, but as I was reading the poem, it stuck with me because it didn't feel like the rest of what I was reading. Maybe it's just me?
Anyway, I thought it was quite good (and I'm not really a poetry fan), and I must say, I love your username.
I agree on accoutrements, it just sort of popped into my head and then I got a brain fart and couldnt think of anything else :) I'll see if I can find something that suits the poem better. I'm glad you like my username :)
--Pauperes Commilitones Christi Templique Salomonis--
Wrote this at three in the morning a few days ago. I was exhausted but I couldnt sleep so I revised my poem until my body was too tired to resist sleep. BTW 'amanda010': only two pairs of rhyming words (I hope they sound ok and didnt complicate things, like 'accoutrements' they just popped in and then I got a brain fart). Not too crazy about the format so that will probably be subject to some change.
Have you ever
Danced in the nude,
Out in the rain,
With droplets sliding
Down your skin?
Have you ever
Danced in the nude,
Lighted by the moonlight,
Beneath the starry skies?
Have you ever,
Released of inhibitions
and liberated
From all accoutrements
Danced naked in the rain?
Have you ever
Removed your rags
So that all the world may see
The rounded breasts
And curvéd hips
That lie secreted beneath?
Have you ever
Danced in the nude?
Ever kissed the rain
With your bare flesh?
Or is it, my goddess divine,
The modest humble rain
That kisses you instead?
What lies under there,
Skin of ivory or pear?
What is underneath,
Flesh of alabaster stone?
Are you smooth and soft to touch,
Or purely bone and sinew?
Oh how I wish to God I knew!
I can see it now,
The fallen rain
descending down your spine.
And like the dew
On blades of grass,
Each little raindrop
Forms a crown upon your head, a halo,
That glistens in Diana's silv'ry beams.
Oh tell me
That you have my love,
Tell me that you have,
Pranced about
With woodland nymphs,
Danced naked in the rain.
--Pauperes Commilitones Christi Templique Salomonis--
I like it. Although, in my opinion, short poems are by far more interesting and have a lot morre meaning in them. I do like your poem, and that's hard for me to say because of my love for smaller poems. Good job. :-)
-Roman M.
You must be fan of Emily Dickinson :) I'm glad you liked my poem and thanx for the comment :)
--Pauperes Commilitones Christi Templique Salomonis--
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