Be Intimate Poems | Examples

SSRI

Why do I have to choose between a pill for my sanity and my sexual desire? 
I don’t want to feel ashamed for going weeks or months with no desire. 
I want to be affectionate. 
I want to be intimate. 
I want to want.

Catch 22

Catch-22

If I say I love you
I’m too possessive.
If I fail to say I love you
I’m not romantic enough.
If I work twelve-hour days
I don’t spend enough time with you.
If I only work four-hour days
I don’t show enough ambition.
If I discipline the children
I’m too harsh.
If I don’t discipline the children
I’m too lax.
If I suggest we go on a date
I’m to frivolous.
If I suggest we just stay at home
I’m too cheap.
If I want to be intimate
I’m oversexed.
If I’m not in the mood
I’m not a good lover.
If I want to be spur of the moment
I’m too impulsive.

If I want to plan
I’m too overly cautious.

I can’t win for losing.
I’m in a catch-22.

Dead man walking

Oblivious to love’s heat,
mind was unable to tweet
scents that pervaded the air,
seeking a lifelong affair.

Save in silence, we are bound 
to dark desires that confound 
but if we’re still, voids soon fill,
making swift ascent uphill.

Knowing we’ll return to dust, 
to what avail’s savage lust,
denying us love’s embrace
and benedictions of grace?

May each breath be intimate,
wherein polarities mate,
that as bliss rapture heightens,
our soul’s auric field brightens.

Aligned with the cosmic hum,
we’ll feel God’s magnetism strum
thirty three notes on our spine,
making us on earth divine.

Being by thought forms decoyed,
bigots notice not the void,
falling to ego stalking,
they’re like a dead man walking.

Acceptance

ACCEPTANCE

I am a tower of ice
clear and cold
standing tall
yet the day is warm

it is very difficult to reconcile
but that is my one challenge
to you
and to anyone

here on this deserted beach
looking at a disinterested blue lake
on this silent day
yet the far horizon seems to never care
on how was I formed
or became like this
is it time that I melted

none can answer these questions
yet now will I remain frozen for all time
or perhaps I might let the pleasant warmth win
and finally be accepted in this world

can logic be intimate with emotion

Intimacy With the Stars

Fortunate is the one
     who reaches the climax
     in ecstasy  and 
     can absorb nourishment  
     from the Milk Way,
     powerful cosmic juice...
     The  one who reaches
     to be intimate of the stars
     in poetical colloquy...!

Ray Charles On a Lonely Night

Ray Charles on a lonely night
Feel it mostly in his fingertips.
He play in every shade of blue.
His touch be intimate and true.

Ray Charles on a lonely night
Come to Harlem like a fool for you.
He lightly tease his baby grand,
And mess around with loving hand.

Ray Charles on a lonely night
Must have Georgia on his dirty mind.
With unchained heart he hit the road,
To end up busted a la mode.

Ray Charles on a lonely night
Had a problem singing, What’d I Say.
He made the call to ill response,
And music critics’ nonchalance.

Ray Charles on a lonely night,
One mint julep doesn’t ease the sting.
America, it sheds its grace
On those who know and keep their place. 

Ray Charles on a lonely night
Play a solo act with no Raelettes.
He can’t stop loving someone when
It’s always cryin’ time again.

Ray Charles on a lonely night
Would often say, Let’s go get stoned,
And seven Spanish angels be
The birds who keep Ray company.

Ray Charles on a lonely night;
Like Johnny Cash at Folsom, 
But maybe even more so.
Tell me what’d I say…

Possible Impossibilities

To us as poets
the almost impossible missions...
Not just counting the grains of sand,
as well as sewing them one by one...
Not only to be intimate, but
paint the face of the Lord...
Be aware of the dreams of the winds
and transform it our private birds..
Train other clay birds
and order them fly our routes...
Also, recite our verses...
To the sea, not only supply it
with our rainy tears,
 as well to shelter it from the pirates...
Not just mending the sins of the world,
 but to teach it  How to pray for us...!
Only a poet can be thus
so impossible...!

Impossibility and Nonsense

To us as poets
the almost impossible missions...
Not just counting the grains of sand,
as well as sewing them one by one...
Not only to be intimate, but
paint the face of the Lord...
Be aware of the dreams of the winds
and transform it our private birds..
Train other clay birds
and order them fly our routes...
Also, recite our verses...
To the sea, not only supply it
with our rainy tears,
 as well to shelter it from the pirates...
Not just mending the sins of the world,
 but to teach it  How to pray for us...!
Only a poet can be thus
so impossible...!

For You Are My Great Escape

Gently and softly, you tease me that way-
Resonating chills down my spine lead to
Enchanted fields where we become one.
Attraction becoming an ineffable distraction,
Taking me higher as we make our great escape.

Eternal haven where we can be intimate, 
Soft sentiments of silk seem to shine-
Crepuscular nights of splendor with thee,
Awaiting the touch you crave from me.
Perpetual truth that my affection wears
Ethereal wings (flying to you forever)


~


January 8, 2020
Great Escape Poetry Contest
John Hamilton

Smartphone

I wish we could be intimate 
Like how you be with your smartphone 
Be the first thing you check when you wake 
Be the urge that makes you check on me every moment 
Be that first expected morning text
Be firm at your grasp and teased by your  fingers
And respond to your thumbing 
The feeling that shakes, vibrates and turns me on 
I wish we could be intimate like how you be with your smartphone

My Son

My son listen to me
You are deceived because
You chosed to be deceived
The fall of women is their
Ears and their emotions

My son listen to me
You are a man and will
Fall because of your eyes
And your inability to control and
Rule over your wills

My son teach your daughters
To know that beauty is
In the character and
What makes a man is not strength
For it fades as beauty does
The beauty of men is in their
Commitment

My son listen to me
You are different because
The trauma's of life have
Seen you yet you scale through
Like warriors of Texas
Be intimate to your commitment
The you will come to know that
Ageing is closer to all like the future

Ignorance

Understanding court me, 
be intimate with me, 
Tell me sweet something,  
and play with my emotion's. 
Penetrate my thought's  that they may conceive,  
giving birth to something greater that's  not naive. 

Lock my ignorance away, 
let it feel the helplessness of not having sight;
Let it be chained, and fed only the silence
having no love,  no warmth;
Take away the touch,  the kiss of it's true love, 
Force it to sign the divorce papers and let reality hit, 
there's no one there to drive the cold away. 

Are you willing to let me fall? 
To look me straight in the eye as i crawl? 
We were lover's  by chance,  
I gave myself fully to you
and selfishly you drew me,  got me addicted to your touch, 
but as quickly as it came it was gone
Because you let ignorance separate us, 
Nullifying our love affair. 

Understanding court me again, 
Tell me sweet anything, 
Let the defeaning silence shatter,  
that my ignorance may flee.

L. Ngema

Faithfully Polyamorous

If you have it in your heart to love yourself,
I am likely to love you (given a chance).
If not to the heights and the depths then
Perhaps still to the width of your soul.
I do not say that I excel under pressure,
Or that, at night, the stars consume my breath,
More that width is my forte, that girth,
That mirth is something I can put my arms around.
And if you have ever loved the fog that both can hide,
And yet embrace all your disparate parts,
I might be a man with whom you could be intimate.
But how, on God's green earth, could an honest man
Ever claim to love, to desire, just one woman alone.
Horsefeathers, I say and then say again! Horsefeathers!


Brian Johnston
January 5, 2018

Intimate

Don't be late
To be intimate


In fond eyes
Beauty and truth sigh


In love's heart
Lovers never part


In such times
Share your deeper chimes


In sure fate
Lovers are not late


In warm glow
You know how love shows


Don't be late
Love always cascades




Leon Enriquez
11 July 2017
Singapore

Little Fun Time Girls

love is water that can fill any void
it can start a war like Helen of troy
take form and place of many a role
light fires in hearts, steal our souls
blind us from sight of face or lies
sadly one cant give an eye for an eye
when bruised or abused, wild and fierce
returned and earned, new depths pierced
only for one, or mostly the good
some capable of  loving misunderstood
miss understood it felt strong
but missed the part where she went wrong
sharing your love for family and friends
intimacy lacking where a difference begins
but sexual thoughts are only a sliver
 one can love many, cupid carries a quiver
though difficult at best, love can be free
whose to say how to define it accurately
if my loves not yours, you feel something else
see if giving and trust would possibly help
minor differences of culture and school
would not change how love surely rules
sexual intimacy certainly not king or key
one can be intimate during celibacy
touch is sacred, confidence sanctuary
love has a flow with many tributaries
love or love me not, wasting petals curl
you're confused when you said
"little fun time girls"

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