Best Distance Poems
Call me evil
Call me names
Call me
Kiss me on the lips
Kiss my heart
Kiss me
Wrap me in your arms
Hold me within your breasts
Whisper your longings
Touch me with your voice
Touch me with your caress
Touch me
Fondle the thought of forever
Fondle the thought of longing
Fondle me
Dance for the happiness inside of you
Dance to wash away your tears
Dance into my arms
Walk the path of wisdom
Run towards my heart
Kiss contentment
The sword of lust is shining
A dozen daffodils to undress your heart
Flower me with kisses
Call me
the moon tonight through your eyes
my sky is in your voice
and how i miss you so
Posted on September 13, 2022
I revisit this realm where your actions cannot,
Will not,
Stifle my nascence
Never enough,
Never enough
Forward,
I tear away my onion skin
Embattled by a loathing humanity
I throw solaced emotions
Upon rusted turnstiles
Spinning round,
Right round,
Round,
Right round
But, you wouldn’t call me baby.
Good.
Because I was told
That it is better to be hated for who I am,
Then loved for who I am not
So, hate me.
HATE ME!
HATE ME!
Forever…
…always.
Lunge at me with your preconceived notions
Of why I mean(t) the world to you
Open your arms of Fort Knox and
Tell me why I WILL NOT ASCEND
Upon your generic wings
Made of Atheist smiles
Because,
If you don’t believe in anything,
Why
Oh why,
Would you believe in me?
©D.J.E. -11/19/2015
The distance between us is like a pencil line drawn on a page
like steam in air
like the drop of water that captures in its soul
the light
It is like water in the wash cloth
but also like that one ice cream drip that gets away and falls
Sometimes it is like the cool breeze that flutters the shears in the middle of the night
elusive ...beloved...treasured
like a kiss from the universe itself
it is like the suspended moment...the feeling of our foreheads touching
just before we give in ...to the kiss
You held my hand...listened to my every word
waited years to dance with me...to read to me...to tell me of your injuries
in the rear view mirror we are always surrounded by tiny glittering lights
fairy dust or is it mysticism twilight
our voices are strung up
like streamers across any room we have ever been in together
our foot steps glow and pulse wherever we have passed
the air respectfully swirls around our ghosts
but the distance you ask?
It is 70.1 miles from me to you...a graphite pencil line on a mapquest
but if you reach out you can grasp my hair in your hand and hold my head to yours
through the worm hole in the head of a pen
There was a horny man from Timbuktu.
Fell in love with a girl from Kathmandu.
Bursting with desire and lust.
Felt she's the one he can trust.
Asked for a game of sexy peekaboo.
Finally switched on their video chat,
but he realised he had been a prat.
Slowly lifting her pink frock,
revealed a ginormous cock.
The shock almost gave him a heart attack!
DISTANCE
Walking towards the light
Leaving behind a wink of the night
Ignoring the massive things between
Exploding with all the things I've seen
Reality to dreams, it may be
Blinded by the ways of me
Without knowing my deception
Painting myself with a bad description
About me, I have no reason to lie
Some things should never be asked why?
A sickening motion due to gravity
When life decays turn into a cavity
Life will soon find a solution
Ahead of myself like a resolution
Developing the pictures of all time
Predicting a way out of a single crime
I sit and listen to all incoming observations
While my mind is lost in its own rotation
Losing myself in a severe way
I hate the way I wake up everyday.
S.K.A.T.
We may be miles apart
But you always linger in my heart
Challenges may come at times
That weaken our mind and heart sometimes
But our faith in God will pave the way
For real love to grow more each day
So no matter the distance, no matter the odds
If we have the Lord who lights our paths
We will always remember
The love we built and shared together
BETWEEN FARAWAY DISTANCE is THE POET and I
Treacherous stretches mounds of greens feed fresh the mind. . .
never ever upon a spangled heavens or in seagulls’ crash - hush,
nor on echoed notes of tweeting nightingales did I hear; feel. I find
the need to stop, steadily listen to the drumbeating of my heart.
Vivid is the touch of class brushed unto words, phrases and lines
paraded to thousand eyes to be read; critiqued or appreciated.
Not the lyrics, not the tones, not ev'n verses nor blues could conceal.
His pens, the aroma of spring flowers, sweet! Drawing grins to lips:
his style, maybe common to some but to me: truly, one of a kind.
Speaking softly to my nerves, tickling senses to consider he. . .
Our panache oppose however in seeking depths likeness bursts,
boundless in abandon from fountain of muse, more than amuse.
Not a sonnet, not a kyrielle, not even a haiku nor a tanka could hide.
Unstoppable, the poet and I, our thoughts and feelings fused. Twined
in our inks displayed not only a blooming romance hue. Yes, between us
is a faraway distance, so flagrant - challenging intentions if sincere or not,
but shared portions of rhymes, talks and times won; serving as shapers,
enriching our vows. Not long, the poet and I is wearing golden rings.
Written January 01, 017 (09:55 am)
To find that place where wanton needs abide
where you enclose the secrets of your mind
Unchartered realms where fantasies reside
I'll travel deep these treasured truths to find
I'll~go~the~distance~
I'll go where none has left a single trace
for you have not allowed an entrance there
yet every hindrance I will bravely face
until I lie your soul before me...bare
I'll~~go~~the~~distance~~
The crevice of your heart I will explore
I'll go much deeper than you realize
No matter what I find, I'll still adore
the man who brings me heaven in his eyes
I’ll~~~go~~~the~~~distance~~~
I’ll mine illicit gems you have suppressed
for fear that some might find them untoward
Each one I’ll bring to light, fully expressed
I’ll watch as you delight in my reward
I’ll~~~~go~~~~the~~~~distance~~~~
I’ll go the distance, for you are to me
The impetus that makes this heart to beat
I’ll go the distance, and I’ll set you free
You’ll find yourself in me and be complete
I’ll~~~~~go~~~~~ the~~~~~distance~~~~~
Eileen Manassian
The Difference of Distance
The difference between adult and a dolt
is that one will stay the other bolt.
submitted to – The TRUE Meaning of Being Adult
sponsor – FJ Thomas
Sitting here in my apartment
listening to the Mets game on the radio
Looking out my window
seeing the lights from a
nearby building
How many lives are being
acted out
Here in the vast metropolis
How many romances, how many
dreams
Are taking place behind
the lights
Imagination can go only so far
Reality can out pace it anytime
City Dwellers feel the
excitement(and the angst)
which the asphalt
homeland is famous for
Life is a funny thing
Our concerns are a small
thing in the vastness
of the cosmos
But millions of city lives
create indelible patterns
Which become the soul
of the city
The young, the old, the male, the female
all participate
In the dance of the
masses
This dance of civilization
Which continues
despite sorrow and regret
This dance cof urban life
revives the many hope-filled
dwellersw
In the concrete
canyons of New York City
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Words like whispers electrify my soul,
Recharging me from the outside, making me whole.
Your mysterious melody soothes me to sleep,
In my dreams we share the future we keep.
Eyes awake to the same twinkling star,
Miles away, endless, unseemly not so far.
Your words, soft caresses, I need to hear,
No need to hide, I read you loud and clear.
The sweetest touch that I have never felt,
We play the fate that we have been dealt.
Oh the enchantment of your poetic embrace.
Takes me to this fantastic fantasy of a place.
Spirit strong and sure, a heart of purity like snow.
You comfort me in tenderness, blessings you bestow.
I feel your passion for the passion of the purest kind.
When I read your words, inspiration I do find.
My friend, beyond the distance, I feel complete.
For in the night you have swept me off of my feet.
The winds of change have blown you to me.
Blinded by this world you have let me see.
A passion for this life, happiness you bring to all.
I hear it in your whispers, I hear it in your call.
Yesterday left in the past, tomorrow brings hope.
You've allowed me to survive, allowed me to cope.
Hugs and kisses you give to me aren't enough.
You've made this weak man tough.
No pressure to perform, no pressure to impress.
Words we express, relieving all the stress.
Words do inspire, your words are divine.
I'll follow you until the end of time.
Tonight I can write the saddest of lines
writing for example, the night is of stars
and the stars are of opals and shimmer in the distance
The night winds revolve around the sky, it sings of resistance
Tonight I will write the saddest of songs
I loved her and she loved me too sometimes
Through nights like this one, I held her in my hands
as I kissed her
Again and again under the timelapse skies
She loved me and sometimes I too loved her
how could I have not loved her deep still eyes
Tonight I can cry the saddest of poems
to think that I dont have her and to feel that I have lost her
To hear the immense night, still more timelapse with out her
and the verses fall, into my soul, like pain for the pleasure
What does it matter if my hands couldn't keep her
in this starry night timelapse, she is gone forever,
no more is sure
This is all
In the distance
Some one is singing
in the distance
Some one is crying
some one is dying
Without her in the distance
Oh, it's just me
and my sight tries to find her
My heart looks for her
My ears hear for her
And now
I no longer love her
But oh how I loved her
and my voice tried to find the wind
to touch her hearing... in the timelapse sky
Because nights like this one
are like the nights I held her in my hands
but
This will be the last pain she makes me suffer
and the last verse I write for her...In the distance
Soon we were face to face
Putting our pasts behind us
Our tomorrows a different place
Growing tall like quercus
Blessed tomorrows became caressed
Like words we became a sentence
Voiced grammar so de-stressed
A new adventure soon to commence us
But isn't life a ***** nipping at our heels
You can't knock such hungered persistence
Irrespective of whomever feels
Now we're just faces in life's distance
Estranged men caught in their remote dimensionLoving only that, which they can see and touchDigging foxholes to hide their fear of infinityThe concept has always been thereEternity within the hearts of men,yet they can neither see it or feel it naturally,so they clutter their minds, with tangible temporary comfortsOccupying dull imaginations, with darker thoughts of probabilityThe definition of insanity, yet men continue to live and dieChoking on the fruits of their own knowledge,either dissecting humanity with Occam’s razoror pouring double binds upon their own headsbecause seeing is believing, yet belief is the state of mindin which a person thinks something to be the case,with or without there being empirical evidence,so not asking a question, because to them it does not exist,yet with their limited imaginations they have lofty ideas,as energy can neither be created nor destroyedSpending all there of energy on temporal thingsnot considering a simple truth,where will your essence spend eternity