Best Ache Poems
These trembling lips cannot bear to remain mute
when their quivering begins in my deepest root
Surf upon the wave's crest of a stimulating ride,
Enter my secluded orchard upon a flowing tide
Saunter into my arbor and taste my honeyed fruit
Allow each nibble to entice with unbridled pursuit
Warm yourself in the sun as we sensually collide
Ripen with me until temptation is languidly descried
Inhale the fragrance of my skin on fleshly curves
Embrace the throbbing titillation of tingling nerves
Unshackle your heart, and have it not be denied
Caress every part of me as your fingertips glide
Hold my blossoms as they call to your heartstrings
Drink deeply of my nectar; flit your pinioned wings
Pluck me for your pleasure, with hands that shake
I await your touch; to relieve my heart of its ache
(PoetrySoup Format)
Peace is painted in pastel, parting the pain,
( the yielded yearning ) of times true
- Pleasant pink is a perfect place,
to embrace how I feel. . . . to escape,
this sweet ache
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~ Scribbling in Soft Tones ~
* Emotions Emerge from the Heart *
Holding on tight, yet so light
Bite Size Poem no.48 Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Line Gauthier
Sunday July 10th, 2022- Poem of the Day
The rosa blanda embroidering your face
will become the veins in my tongue reaching to clog my throat
go past the tonsils and vocal chords and windpipe
down and down still, burrowing into the esophagus
relentless in its pursuit, just, just, just to lay seeds in my chest
tumor a pea, peanut, grape, walnut, lime, matilija, peach, grapefruit
straining muscle surprising itself with the ability to withstand the stretch
craving asphyxiation, those lungs may covet paroxysm
but grieve not the fulfillment of a destiny
this ache, this devastation was meant to be
no, they won’t be careful of what they wish for
you’ll become the air I swallow, and the organ that inhales and exhales it both
viciously lush beauty anywhere and everywhere
so when you see the body that used to be mine,
you’ll gasp in horror or awe or both: which one? I’ll never know
the garden you planted nurses no speech, nor soil, nor hope of infertility
just a promise of bloom and perpetual harvest
a pretty letter from dainty lips, viscous honey quenching its thirst
a giddy blush warming embryos out of stout cases
a brush of apple-sun cheeks dawning moonlight-budding leaves
just a gaze and my heart will melt,
sand that brazenly melds into laminated glass
gifted to strong hands smothered in peppermint lotion
who will keep it safe in their loops, whorls, and arches
brindle cedar irises roots to this infatuation
their existence cruel to a poet who only knows
words mere facets unworthy of describing
fields of cosmoses a cosmos itself
choking on fantasies and tears of scarlet drupes,
I retch out garlands born in guileless meadows
and as the last petal falls,
the sweetest rose hip takes branch
its only sin a love too big
There is something about the cuddle of mist
that washes the pain of love's farewell
like a damp of healing elixir,
so softly touching my navel
to ignite back the glaze
within my marrow;
and breaths sing with playful twilight
about fresh enchantment blessed...
Now i greet the flowering of joy
with unopened gifts,
knowing goodbye is a beautiful wound
as one star plays night keeper of reflective hours
humming a new tune, dainty yet unknown,
that in the solace born from ache and joy,
I welcome it all-- the fire, wonder, and sighs.
Thomas Martin:Romantic Fools Contest
She did not have to guess.
She felt it in her bones.
Unfaithful he always was,
Unfaithful he'll always be.
She knew where he would be.
Anger flared in the pit of her stomach,
A heart-wrenching in the ache of fire.
What could she do? Revenge?
She rejected such thoughts
Knowing well enough
She was no match against him.
Why couldn't he love only her?
Why did he leave her dehydrated of love?
As in the Fall, her love-like leaves
Fell down, turned brown,
Definitely to be lost forever.
She'll do without him, come what may.
Thus she lay on her settee, love choked,
Folded herself foetus-like,
Relishing the darkness of her abode.
Another lonely night, cursing her dreams.
A wave of nausea gripped her soul,
Knew she'll have to take her medication
Before she really turned sick.
She swallowed the two pills,
She would not please him and have more.
But she could not resist
Drinking ruby red dry wine.
She felt confused. Did she swallow her pills?
Doubt after doubt after doubt.
Her bottle seemed empty.
So she drank some more.
Finally, she slept
Alone, abandoned on the settee.
Eleven months I watched you slowly fade away
Not once did I hear you complain or cry, you said
Soon you would embark on the greatest adventure
Of your life, while you laid suffering in silence,
Something inside me began to slowly die, too.
I tried hard, but could not stifle the bitter tears,
The dreadful hurting each day deep in my stomach
That would not go away no matter what I tried.
Then, they told me you had slipped away in the night
You began that splendid journey you spoke about.
I did not cry because I had no crying left,
But I cannot stop the gnawing in my stomach
Which will never go away, no matter how long,
Lingering, the heart ache that will last forever.
FIRST PLACE WINNER
Written April 21, 2021
For "Writing Prompt 'Ache' Contest"
#20 on Best New Poems
Sponsored by Constance La France
14 - 12 syllable lines checked with How Many Syllables
Placed #21 on Best New Poems List
Poetry Soup
May 13, 2021
visions of you
romantic visions of just us two
can these visions be possibly true
dreams of you
wonderful dreams of just us two
are these dreams really really true
my heart is now black and blue
my heart was once for you
my heart is now broken
in two
I never got to tell you
How I loved you
Poetry being one of those things
That sent you in a rage
And so was all my passion
Overlooked
Like those scribbles on a page
Looking back I understand
How our bed was made
There was so much ease
In our dysfunction
That our growth was stayed
We were best friends in love
Minds that met
And I thanked you every night
While Stone comfort in
"You get what you need"
To myself I would recite
We were what we needed
To overcome our pasts
And I think of that
Now Husband Father
Whenever crossed our paths
I look at you with all my love
Same as I always have
I smile I say hello
That I ache for our friendship
And weep still years hence
That you'll never know
17.08.03
Composed for Greg Barden's
The Poet's Ache Contest
I ache for the dream that a child has
Hope for the gifts from the Santa Clause
Wake to the words with awesome pizzazz
And twist my lines in a string of jazz.
I ache for my share of tender love
Like the gentle lift of a flying dove
Hold my thoughts in a random pause
And weave them into a poetic applause.
I ache for my share of health and wealth
Ride on the wings of my family's strength
Let my vibes explore the globe
And rise my work into eternal scope.
I ache for the shores of a wonderland
Spin my life into a musical band
Let my stanzas escape the bound
And embrace the joy of holding the crown.
I ache for the wings of a freedom bird
Fly on the arch of wisdom words
Bind my ballad of intellectual coterie
And master the art of beautiful poetry.
August 3, 2017
I may not touch only yearn;
senses dream, ache and burn.
Feeling a bliss that may not exist,
I know longings I must resist.
A need so deep touches heart and head,
fueled by a desire that will never be bed.
A love has grown that may not be shown,
I know it well ... it is my own.
A frightened boy, I felt an ache inside
for not liking girls as other boys did.
And I still remember the nights I cried;
for feeling feelings, that the Lord forbid.
Consumed by a relentless ache, I hid
my feelings, for they left me petrified.
And I wasn't brave like a normal kid;
a frightened boy, I felt an ache inside.
Fate had stripped my fragile ego of pride:
my inner self was kept under a lid.
And I felt ostracized and pushed aside,
for not liking girls as other boys did.
I gravely feared disobeying God's bid
and often ran into the woods to hide.
But facing a slippery slope, I slid,
and I still remember the nights I cried.
I'd contemplate committing suicide
when I was alone, somewhere off the grid.
And within my soul, this ache amplified;
feeling the feelings, that the Lord forbid.
I dreamt of privateers like Captain Kidd:
yet, in sports, no team picked me for their side;
I felt the world hated me as a kid.
And when no one cared if I lived or died,
I felt an ache inside.
Little Johnny came home from school with a bellyache
Naturally Mom feared the most recent local outbreak
Johnnie thankfully had no fever, she suspected it might be a fake
But strange and most bizarre Johnnie had no appetite for steak
Or even for his ultimate favourite strawberry shortcake
The next morning Johnnie barely could awake
Didn’t want to go to school because of a backache
Mom thought the cure might just be a nice big pancake
Or maybe the warm chocolate muffins that she’d bake
But Johnnie just wanted to curl up with his pet rattlesnake
In the afternoon, when Little Johnny mentioned a toothache
Mom reached for the thermometer in case the first time was a mistake
She sent Johnnie for a nap and sat pensive as she took her coffee break
Out the window she saw askew the mounds of leaves to rake
She got up and tiptoed up the stairs to see what was at stake
She found Johnny pouting wide-eyed and awake
As she extended to him a warm loving handshake
In her heart she felt a sudden jolt of earthquake
Poor Little Johnny was growing up at double take
And suffering acutely from his very first heartbreak
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on February 22, 2018
I ache everywhere
if you’re not here
whether you are far away
or a mile away,
when I can’t see you
and touch you,
I ache.
My spirit aches
as it tries to feel
what you feel
and wants to bear the burdens
that you bear.
My mind aches
from so many shared thoughts
and too many alone thoughts,
wanting you to know how much
I think of you.
My body aches
from its constant desires
to be next to yours,
to touch your skin,
to hear your voice,
to smell you and taste you,
to see your beauty
and experience all of you.
You are the only cure
for these aches I have,
some for thirty years,
others for thirty days.
I truly hope
that I am allowed
to cure some of your aches also
and may the good Lord
heal you completely
in His own way and time.
Jim starts the day with good intention
Jobs need doing that require his attention.
The garden needs a good sprucing up
His vegetation 'triffids' are running amok.
He mows the lawn, trims the hedges,
Creates those nice, neat lined edges.
Weeds the borders, deadheads the flowers,
Feeds the plants their nutritional powers.
The hard soil is dug, ready and prepped
To sow the seeds for home grown veg.
Must not forget to prune back the tree
A labour of love is what it can be.
Hours of work that seemed never ending
His body and limbs, stretching and bending.
Sun burnt skin, his head now aches
Back is killing him, so takes a break.
Joints and muscles moan and groan
Weeds now gone are finally dethroned.
Jim's bones applaud with clicks and cracks
His badge was the sting when a wasp attacked.
Admiring his garden that he has served
His body felt it carried every ache in the world.
The thing Jim will remember and quickly did learn
To wear factor fifty to avoid the sunburn.
29.08.24
A revolving door of visiting friends
Old and new, at the hospital, day by day.
Stalked by death's brooding shadow;
Cancer-stricken and terminally ill,
Yet faces his mortality with courage.
His bones ache yet his heart sings
As he lay dying without regrets.
A man of faith, he feels no fear
As he embarks on his final destination.
His journey from stunned denial to
Acceptance of his fate, complete.
What a life! He had a good run.
Loved ones surround his death bed.
His wife of more than half a century
Keeps round the clock vigil.
His bones ache yet his heart
Coos along to her farewell song,
Softly sung into his right ear.
Hand in hand, a goodbye kiss on his brow.
A stream of peacefulness flows
Through the clearing of his mind
As he slowly slips away; his bones
Ache no more.