Best Fingertips Poems
Each step I take along the way is more than I can endure
and every curve in the lonesome road becomes a detour
back to you because movin' on is somethin' I just can't do,
not if movin' on means no longer will I be with you
I can't explain what I hear when you don't say a thing
But my heart dances to every word of the songs you sing
I feel an ache so bittersweet when with a ragged breath
I whisper and you're not here. Juliet dies another death
I can't rewrite history, but if I could I'd steal time from stars
All I can do is pencil in, "I loved you" on pages of memoirs
When dying embers of us become ash without a spark
I'll be lost without love in my life, wandering in the dark
Emptiness is a painful emotion no dictionary can explain
A chorus of 'What could've beens' I'll echo in sad refrain.
But what can I possibly say to console my broken heart
when it realizes that we're no longer just fingertips apart?
Fidgety fingertips
tickling tempo and time,
modeling melody,
writing in rhythm and rhyme.
Frolicking fantasy -
magic in music sublime.
Perfectly pleasing performance;
cleverly crafting the climb.
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12/11/19
McWhirtle Me Poetry Contest
Sponsored by charles messina
FINGERTIPS (( collaboration MICHAEL J. FALOTICO ))
by~ MICHAEL J. FALOTICO
I reach in the dark with my hands stretched out the window..
My fingertips feel your vibe as the breeze that carries you starts to grow..
I close my eyes so tight and can almost feel your breathe..
Only way to hold you without taking a step..
With my mouth wide open I can taste your kiss..
What I can't see or touch is left in my head to miss..
Certain nights can almost feel the sensation of your tummy,
being shaking in pleasure.
The warm salty taste that forever is my treasure...
by~ P.D:
Finally! I feel your breath, I got you all to myself.
Some how thousands of miles feel only a square foot away.
Imagining you in arms distance comes with a tasty delight.
Please my darling rest your weary head on my legs!
Slowly massage your fingertips upon my shoulders.
In hopes that I may give you more to explore.
I surrender and value your gentleness ~ wanting more.
I want to feel you with my eyes close'
Gliding your fingertips with a touch only I desire;
Your tenderness ignites me with an eternal fire.
Greedily we will feel not wasting a single thought,
including deep breaths~ you nor I cannot stop.
Switching and opening the kisses you treasure!
A Collaboration with * MICHAEL J. FALOTICO
~MY COLLABORATION CONTEST~
She’s a poet with no name
A pseudonym her claim to fame.
Without sight she moves countless hearts
When with passion and panache
dusts off her mind,
Swamps the world with allegory
And tells it as it is and when
She touches the joy on cherished lips
Feels the warmth of our smile.
© Harry J Horsman 2022
Fingertips and spider webs
Walking neath the canopy
Dusk collects the view
Underforest tapestries
Shelter me and you
Shadows long and framed in red
Crimson wishes flow
Beams of light this filtered scene
Nature comes to show
Dancing open in the trees
Invisible to touch
Lost again, yet ever real
Felt within so much
Beckon, sun of setting dreams
Contours fade the haze
Promises in violet cast
Spoken twilight gaze
Fingertips and spider webs
Darkness sings the skies
Footprints come a weary path
Midnight whispered sighs
Affections rustle sleeping leaves
Breaths of calming wind
Till the dawn returns the day
And we begin again
Good night Soupers
See you again next Tuesday
Happy New Year to everyone!
With flaming lips and fingertips
casting words of cockeyed quips
behind a face powdered in white
preys a jackyll with teeth that bite
rouge on cheeks, evil guile at play
opened bottles of rich pouilly fume'
fruit of the vine, wine more devine
than one who waits for you, supine
Painted brows and charcoaled eyes
don't be fooled by a gender disguise
a fool you are if you fall for this villain
party girl who seems more than willin'
So i need to explain
i body pop as in breaking
this is me trying to explain
when i get into a groove
and let go
so visual presentation
i will upload a tiktok
https://www.tiktok.com/@sudgett6/video/6832431985181396229?is_copy_url=1&is_from_webapp=v1&lang=en
of me dancing to
https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLeBcdrtronPgrujr5vOkeH9_ePzOEQHvc&ab_channel=TrapandBass
now you can see what i mean
Fingertips play upon your skin
An oiled caress of tranquility
Tea lights dancing like fluted whims
Relieving the days hostility
Your muscles bound in tensions vice
Neath kneading hands must yield
Surrender now you braids of strife
By my tempered force to heal
My hands pause in deep listening
Over the landscape of your ravaged terrain
Anointing oils of clove left glistening
My touch the oasis for your pain
Your body ignored too long for touch
These hands hold a vocabulary of moves
To soften all those hardened edges
When flesh cries out to be smoothed
Like watercolor poetry you melt
With moans to be envied by lovers
Nurturing pleasure and comforts pelt
With emotions yet to discover
Pressing lightly upon your temples
Bathing my fingertips in your hair
I hear you sigh with slightest tremble
The sullen purging of buried cares
Such love is this received
Unmatched but by its giver
For no rapture given nor ache relieved
Then to love him with the tips of my fingers
With nearly every prophecy fulfilled and so many signs that abound
Nobody knows the day nor the hour He willed, I just hope you're found
Israel had to again be found and to Jerusalem it had to be connected
By this we are all now bound being just two of the prophecies neglected
The Tribes of Israel will reunite coming from the four corners of the land
Remember the Berlin Wall that night it was God who would not let it stand
Two million Russian Jews would flee in going back to their home in Israel
But nonbelievers just can't see in believing nothing the Bible says is real
The Roman Empire being reconnected as the European Union says hi
And oh how such war has now affected and still some people ask why
But please don't take my word for it's all written down in black and white
And for all of those who have heard they certainly don't take this time lite
For in those being well aware of His Word we are also very versed in His might
Hopefully something inside you has stirred and you begin to see His Light
In Daniel 2:32-36 is Nebuchadnezzar's dream but it is in Daniels own reply
For in Daniels response you might gleam so I thought that I'd t least try
Girl we went fragmentation because
Our thoughts couldn't garner more than
Bits as pieces; but, it never was, a fantasy ?
No Hollywood scripts nor Broadway plays these days....
Albeit Jekyll and Hyde could have mimicked my life: born upon
This wrong side of time ? Reaching into it's hat, with these empty hands
Eight years old again; racing down her ramp ? Are you alright ? Blood, dripping from my lips.
When fingertips are rough
Connect them with the wire
And let them freely slide and twang
The resonate supplier
The frequency transpire
And waves that flood the room
Do soften roughened fingertips
When audit’ries abloom
How sonic muse do plume
So disregard the stage
It’s in your hands, it’s there and then
Embittered and assuaged
The opened spruce-wood cage
And canvas to bedeck
Do welcome roughened fingertips
To dance the wiry neck
Fingertips - Michael J, Falotico -
Written by: ¥ Destroyer ¥ Poet
FINGERTIPS (( collaboration MICHAEL J. FALOTICO ))
by~ MICHAEL J. FALOTICO
I reach in the dark with my hands stretched out the window..
My fingertips feel your vibe as the breeze that carries you starts to grow..
I close my eyes so tight and can almost feel your breathe..
Only way to hold you without taking a step..
With my mouth wide open I can taste your kiss..
What I can't see or touch is left in my head to miss..
Certain nights can almost feel the sensation of your tummy,
being shaking in pleasure.
The warm salty taste that forever is my treasure...
by~ P.D:
Finally! I feel your breath, I got you all to myself.
Some how thousands of miles feel only a square foot away.
Imagining you in arms distance comes with a tasty delight.
Please my darling rest your weary head on my legs!
Slowly massage your fingertips upon my shoulders.
In hopes that I may give you more to explore.
I surrender and value your gentleness ~ wanting more.
I want to feel you with my eyes close'
Gliding your fingertips with a touch only I desire;
Your tenderness ignites me with an eternal fire.
Greedily we will feel not wasting a single thought,
including deep breaths~ you nor I cannot stop.
Switching and opening the kisses you treasure!
A Collaboration with * Poet Destroyer
~MY COLLABORATION CONTEST~
These rugby-playing girls -
or women, should I say? -
are so rough and ready,
dashing down that field,
conveying that oval ball
from this end to that,
gritting their teeth.
Oh, what might! Such a sight!
Or do I not prefer
to behold delicate white frocks
on ladies whose fairylike fingertips
hold their tiny needles,
sewing and crocheting,
or simply sitting in silence and smiling
as we fawn on and fancy their fine, fine faces?
Yet would I not receive a slap around my head
for even daring to dawdle on such thoughts?
It is so easy to spend so much time pondering
before I wake in fright:
which sight might I hold tight in my sleeping eyes
moments before I rise - and rise some more?
(19 May 2023)
sweetly subtle
fingertips skate
across my neck
gliding into the nape
then turn at the
curve of my shoulder
then back up to
move across my
vulnerable face
the fingertips learn
with each motion
and with each touch
every crevace of my
lips and the softness
of my lashes
hands inspect
my every feature
and mold me
a blind love starved
artist hungry for
a masterpiece
molding me
of passion clay
blazing rays tease the surface just enough to tickle the cool water
7/25/2017