Best Be Intimate Poems
Love was in the air when he laid eyes on her.
Childhood; elementary and even high school with her.
Walking towards her, he greeted her.
Anxiety spiraled as he hugged her.
Conversation grew deeper as he sat with her.
Wanting to get closer because he was falling for her.
Another woman called pausing the time he was having with her.
Knowing he had to answer; he stepped away and spoke to her.
She stated that something wasn't quite right with her.
She said that her stomach had been bothering her.
Now he's thinking back if he came inside her.
Thinking if she lied to him about her tubes being tied within her.
Does he blame himself for listening to her?
Knowing right from wrong and yet he can't blame her.
Does he blame the devil for allowing him to be intimate with her?
Is he not a human that makes mistakes just like her?
Begging God to make a way for him and her.
Asking God to forgive him for committing the sin with her.
God said, "relax my son, you were only dreaming of her."
Categories:
be intimate, funny, god, high school,
Form:
Free verse
I knew a poet in you, a long, long time ago
You used to be naïve, still the truest, I know.
I recalled, we bought a stand-fan, an item not in the list
$30 was unaffordable, almost a luxury for us, in the gist.
I got gallbladder stones, lots of math on surgery was on our note
We both were a student then. We were preparing to hit a long road.
You loved me when I am angry. You used to smile keeping your secret
Do you still do that now? Life is passing now at a fixed speed, targeted.
I still linger for your touch; too idiotic to mention it so late! And I had to know.
You were always so simple! Simplicity was a thing I longed for, could not grow.
You were too simple for a lavish moment to express feelings, too lonely a soul
Wandering why I am listing you? I assure you, it was never my intended goal.
You wanted me to open my eyes when we used to be intimate, I never could, so.
Forgotten life in closed eyes now, bleeds through a pen, saying,” Please! Let it go!”
I am looking at a poem now, a gift I wrote, so happy to finish my masterpiece!
Heard the news of the death of a reader today! So, left it there! Yours are all this!
7-25-2019
Writing Challenge 3, July 2019 - List
Dear Heart
Categories:
be intimate, i miss you,
Form:
List
The Phoenix and beast in their elegance;
Effulgent, in all its lively ignorance;
Could she foretell her sinful breath;
would sadly soon be stilled in death
Creator divinely will triumph ultimate
Where, one day we all will be intimate
In the name of the Lord, said a pledge
From the bottom of heart, a judge
Let me kiss her, not let her go out
Let me kill her, not let her go out
The coldness of the grave is known,
The dusty destiny is ever unknown.
By
Williamsji Maveli
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com
www.moonmakers.com
Categories:
be intimate, courage, me,
Form:
Alliteration
Standing among the evergreens, hardwoods grow pale
Signaling the change—like a snakeskin shed in near perfect form,
On the forest floor, shadows and leaves, in infinite degrees of repose.
And for a season, before new sprouts, these giants stand firm. Majestically.
Naked. Silent. They wait upon the next season with the patience of a tree.
Strollers park haphazardly. New Moms huddle. Comparing notes, experiences. Challenges. A confluence of happiness, Joy, and misery—all of which love company. Swaddled infants garner garbled words, and smiles as they are passed, and silently inspected. And compared. Days turn to weeks, turn to months, turn to years. And Mom’s huddle. Babies grow into toddlers and teens, and the huddles continue, in new forms.
A teen cries as an overbearing father forgets his manners, in an effort to instruct. Profound influence and opportunity—lost in the emotion of the moment. Yet life goes on. And later, he shares his ability to be intimate with words of apology, that sooth with laughter and hugs. And on each trip, parents hold fast to faith, not fear, with prayers, trusting, hoping—as they wave good bye, and silently hope for safety.
Outside, rain beats hard against panes. Inside, a family gathers—hands held. Smiles muted. Conversations low, punctuated with hugs. She is present, but has been gone for a very long time. Old, feeble, with no memory of who we are, or why we’re here. Photos of smiles surround her, mostly for us. Gentle reminders of years now gone. Picnics, holidays, birthdays, and graduations. She is here in form, but she left long ago.
Life has purpose. It is a dance. A self-perpetuating movement. The stanzas in a poem. The chorus in a hit song. The tag line in a famous commercial—“where’s the Beef?” Life is seasons, and about making a mark. Leaving it better than we found it. Giving a legacy to the next in line. Loving large. Giving more than taking. Seeing all one can see. Having no regrets. Life is experiences tempered by the human emotions that make it all very tangible and worthwhile.
Life is Good. Life has purpose!
Categories:
be intimate, age, children, death, goodbye,
Form:
Free verse
What I thought would be a moment of weakness turned into a moment of bravery
When I was 15, my suicide note turned into a poem that saved me
All I could do was use a pen to express the pain in my heart
They are proof that I survived so I'm no longer ashamed of my scars
My favourite time to write is when I have a heart full of pain and ideas in my head
Looking back, anytime I fought back against depression it was me who bled
7 years free from Self-harm, I used to wear long sleeves on summer days
Never been to prison, but due to depression I know what its like to be caged
Every man for himself is the only thing that my sperm donor taught me
He made me realise my own strengths by not being there to support me
I used to talk to myself, but when around others, I was never comfortable speaking
I would bury my emotions and hide my feelings because I wasn't good at grieving
I've faced so many obstacles that my life feels like a survival course
I've spent nights alone fighting suicidal thoughts
Followed by days of battling monsters and demons
Depression told me we were on the same page, I changed the script and stopped reading
I put it all on the page because people will always try to reveal and expose your insecurities
I've got nothing to hide, I put it out for the whole world to see
I've made mistakes, but this is about my growth and maturity
I always try and remain warm hearted even though it's a cold world for me
Some scars are still bleeding but I'm finally healing within
November 14th 2019 I was sexually assaulted on a night out and I'm slowly starting to have sexual feelings again
I was broken when my ex girl told me I should just get over it, I understand she was frustrated that I wasn't ready to be intimate or perform
But I found it easy to let her go, that was one loss I don't have to mourn
I won't apologise for taking my time to heal and working at my own pace
I have to live with the pain in my heart, and I'm just trying to make this home safe
All I can do is write a poem to express the pain in my heart
I used to be embarrassed, but I'm no longer ashamed of my scars
Categories:
be intimate, depression, growth, heartbroken, moving
Form:
Rhyme
Valentine's Day, A day to cherish your loved ones.....
Your lovers, and your friends.....
For the lovers: It's a day to be intimate, and probably never leave the bed.....
For the friends: It's a day the cherish, and the be cherished.....
But remember the cherish both your friends and your lovers......
Because, if you're not friends, you can never be lovers.....
Categories:
be intimate, art, day, day,
Form:
Light Verse
THE JOURNEY OF LIFE
The journey of life,
Like a dream never ending
Unknown destination, consequences unseen.
Yet one has to live for another,
The one who seldom sparks as a lightning
To show the brighter path among
others which are darkening.
Family and friends loves you,
Your body and mind.
But yet your soul seeks and keeps on seeking,
Until it finds the real truth of life
which lies covered underneath the ashes of illusion.
The truth is that you have to be brave,
To leave aside all the relations,
To end the journey all alone,
To be intimate with immortality,
with peace in your mind and not with a mourn.
Categories:
be intimate, philosophy, journey, truth,
Form:
Lyric
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"
Categories:
be intimate, innocence, lost love, love,
Form:
Rhyme
I never knew how this could be true
Until I myself began to love Raymond too
The last man to kiss on these sweet lips
The passion and excitement of him I truly miss
Others called him Raymond, but I called him Ray
Because of the light and sunshine he brought to me each day
He is the only man that can trigger my heart
And makes it pitter patter
And can get me to a place in this world
Where nothing else even matters
There will be a day when I will run across Ray
But then what will I do? Better yet, what will I say?
Our eyes will say what our mouth won’t speak
As my heart pitter patters and my flesh gets weak
He can trigger that fire in one quick sec
I smile as I sit back, reminisce and reflect
My body will be ready and so will my heart
But my mind will know for sure, that this is not the time to start
No, no, no, no second string, or side piece
Not even his “lil Boo”
For that is something neither one of us is not about to do
Time, circumstances and certain situations
Were the reason why we never had sexual relations
Some flashy moments and hot, passionate kisses
Would be as far as we both would go
I wonder, ooh I wonder, but I guess we’ll never know
Although we came close and there were times
That became extremely heated
His gentle hugs and soft caress was really all I needed
I’m grateful and thankful he exposed me to greater
I didn’t know love like this in my younger days, I had to wait til later
Sometimes I wonder and sit in a daze
My love for this man, I am truly amazed
Such a compassionate man, so fragile with me
I love our quiet moments and how it used to be
Will I ever be intimate?
Will there ever be another who could take me to this height?
If I ever come across him, then maybe I just might
Don’t know if everybody else still loves Raymond
But I know I surely do
He’ll always have a place in my heart and this is oh so true
Distant love doesn’t mean a thing and has never faded away
And that is why I can say, I still love Raymond this day
Categories:
be intimate, feelings, for him, how
Form:
Narrative
lovin a little bit, and dealing with idiots
can make it hard to admit i want to be intimate
dont mind the sentiment, lack of elegance
liking you comes in waves, love is infinite
since i was an infant, womyn made the imprint
dad was absent, without any intent
tho we were distant, I dont miss sense
No more secrets, fixes aren't instant
I understand problems, growth apart
hard to to stop them wounded hearts
soon to depart, elusive to start
bigger picture art depicting a mark
thats my history, out of the misery
into a victory, I can see blissfully
a few times for my try, device
for trials of vice, we marry in our lives
taught me to let go, speak without lies
my gift to you, acceptance and rights
be how you want, love that wont deny
Categories:
be intimate, caregiving, childhood, father, life,
Form:
Rhyme
Right now
I feel a bit empty inside
May be because Bonnie is not at my place
And I cant see her outside
And right now
I would love to be intimate and near
But beyond reason
I see that all the answers are clear
So why don’t I get myself a right now girl
Be able to feel the pleasure
And put her toes in a curl
Its because I know my later on
Is not close but our bond is on
And knowing later on
That we can get it on
Like meet me at a place
Feel love when I see her face
No more questions of
What time to be on myspace
So my right now
Is later on
Because later on
The right now
Is gone
Categories:
be intimate, lost love, love,
Form:
Free verse
Impossible to go towards
Even my lord
Was slaughter by swords
In my Self conscious wars
Sayin let the story explore
In the minds of the vast so they can feel the pain you indured
But Why do that I barely let myself view
So that last statement I turn a deaf ear to
Inferior to who
Everyone if the story comes through
Most people are slow witted
Won't get it
Single blow, head to floor collision
You'll overstep your limits
Light the match that sparks with a vengence
And I promise you and pain will be intimate
If I let you read my deepest darkest sercrets
How would you concieve it
Something tells me you'll be misleaded
May mistake me as weak beat down and depleated
So I'll slit your throat right after please don't you pleaded
Stuck in the chamber of torture
Chained ready to be slain by the precise aim of a strikin vulcher
Attained the mind of the insane now watch it as it takes it's full
course
Go on build a barrier I call it a fool fort
Test the strength of it when I go full force
At times effortlessly
My trust in people Been treated treachously
Reach out for a breath to breathe
Then ask Prayin god while bring death in my sleep
You read this you'll refer to a clinic
Talkin about like me I deminished
Try to joke around and attempt to mimick
Blood rushes My bodies pumps with aderaline
Now I'm stuck uncomfortable perdicament
flash on everyone cause you know what my venom is
Opening up to everyone this is exactly how I invisioned it
So my poems are in imprisonment
Except for the few I extended it
So I put in a vault constantly change the combination
And hide emotions from the eye that is naked
In presenting them I discrimate from the trusted and fake
So in case of an untimely fate
They will be hidden and hard to trace
Categories:
be intimate, lifeme, pain, people, me,
Form:
There will be a better place for this information
when it prints as a small ad
there is a right to know
baits are nothing but
half of all of you
blink at heartfelt applause
behind no cause
hidden among million
quite unconscious of the blot
Is it large?
deploy the highest priority
when we promised to wait
and so fall back on poor me
got a gun
it had looked like a front page monument
after all, very tired of talking to you
while earners of a handout
to preserve inside tenderness
maintain their wound
youve layed there now for dramatic increase
Your highness need swiftly express that wish
been weeks let Yes
to start, sorry that you
who are caught
have next to no toys to play with
no time block was more celebrated
me, I have overwhelming need
to see a single moment not populated
which is hidden at the end of this
but looking much pleased
roughly hover without leg comfort
put the rattling bundle into her
we can see about packing only very sweets
you have received already or you will receive soon
a little fish
After thinking again
Id only be able to get a snack pack
Expect to sweep the nation
anytime I feel like crap
have a well equipped address
Visitors are welcome in the stabling area
we're not being kept
No its different
I can tell by this mark
Think theyll be intimate?
Thats too much, I take it back
Usually Id say...
It always seems like we'd be the best
Everyone else take the day off
You can keep the bruised
dust , I wish it you with all my heart!
every one of you
on guided tour
Holding, waiting
adapt when
new designs are given
and then toes tingle
don't put beans up your noses
they like you and so does uncle
joking in so loud a voice
so full of this minute
back to burning at your post
Categories:
be intimate, confusion, imagination, mystery,
Form:
Burlesque
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…
Categories:
be intimate, allegory, blue, loneliness,
Form:
Lyric
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
Categories:
be intimate, longing, passion,
Form:
Acrostic