presenting the 2016 clothes free poetry contest entries

  “Our first visit to a nudist resort” by Bill Dougherty The “Fern” has become a second home to me, It’s a place we can be totally free. We took a cycle ride one day, As we pulled up to the gate I turned to say. Should we go or should we investigate, If you want to turn away it’s not too late. She said I’m kind of shy, But why not give it a try. We stopped at the office to check in, There sat a lady wearing nothing but a grin. She told us what to expect, And then we hopped on the golf cart to go check. She took us around the facilities for a tour, And was told about the big supper at four. There were naked people playing pickle ball, That’s something I’ve never seen at all. We saw naked people sitting on decks, Keeping their alcohol consumption in check. There is a restaurant for all to eat, Beside the pool to cool off from the heat. The pool is …

  “On Body Hair” by jochanaan Outside in open air I feel my hair waving Under clothes I don’t feel it but when I free myself it rejoices with me The hairs on my arms like the sun My head hair and beard wag in the breeze My leg hairs like the wind from my walking My underarm tuft sends a kind rush of cool to my sweaty skin Even my pubic hair waves in the wind Once when I had to shave my face hated the raw wind But now my beard loves the cold breezes I’ll never cut or raze since I love how all my hair waves in the wind

  “Release” by Misty Gish Dough waiting for the fire It’s how I feel When my skin meets sun. Lighting strikes across my chest With white, stretched fingers Memories of growth long past But I am an ever progressing project With or without The confine Of cotton And linen.  

  “Navigate” by Isaac 21.5 years round the sun and your vessel is searching for its North Star crashing on the sharp peaks of your hips that soften on the lichen-clung saltscapes ‘tween thighs navigating the textured map of flattened hills of your bound breasts and the thorns of your aching spine. 7.5 years round the sun since your maiden voyage was first soiled by his brine a sea captain far too old, didn’t care about your young siren’s cries, twas you who was off course for years; ripping up the boards of your shipwreck with its own crooked nails, pulling at your hair like dry kelp off the beach. 1.5 years round the sun since your limbs were kindling– a self-sacrificial fire doused with the gasoline of the traffic that swerved around you but your heart was a Phoenix the dark veins in your wrists, the eyelashes that fell with tears were merely the ashes you rose from. 21.5 years round the sun and your skin is no longer a prison– the shackles are …

  “Warmth Of The Naked Sun” by David yyz The sun shines clearly My body is naked, free My soul flies unbound Sun on my elbows Sun on my knees, face, feet, toes Sun on my backside SPF 30 Safe to get vitamin D All over, right here We gather all here By the beach our bodies float Our spirits do soar The sun moves on down We cool as day’s end draws near Nude all day, naked all night