Best Hugging Poems
I feel myself going rigid
You don't need to tell me, darling
It's my body after all
I feel myself going quiet
Like I've never known what is was to speak in flowers even though that's not true
I feel myself fading beyond grasp
Because fear fades faster than any firework could
And the boom in my chest hurts even louder
Clock hands aren't meant to move backwards
And I'm wondering what that means for us and the sum of our blurry past
Rivers only move in one direction
I envy the water even when it's angry
I want to become gentle like the run off and not hard like I feel now
I want to find expiation in your words like a forgotten bill in my pocket but I know these things are only wishful thinking
I took a walk in my head all the way past the dying and dead
Past the freshly broken and back to the beginning of things
And what I saw there stole my breath because beauty hurts in the past just like I'm still living there
And we both know that part of me always will
I took a walk and found that disaster never strikes when one is prepared for it
Sing me a song, my lover
About how the leaves stay green in some places despite the cold
Despite the storms
Sing me a song but only if it's a true story and with that music in your mouth let me kiss you and taste a melody instead of ambulance sirens
You tell me I'm not trying, love
But if that were true you wouldn't hear my voice anymore than I hear god
If that were true I would have stopped answering the phone
You say I'm not trying because I'm sitting still
When in fact that's the only proof you should need
My very bones tell me to flee and yet here I am
But if that's not good enough for you, my love
I'll do the kindest thing
I'm gone, baby
I'm gone
Trees stand proud as they reach and sway
Somehow they tether me to ground
Without them I might float away
Never wanting to be found
Standing peaceful and serene
They have seen all in this land
Ground and sky and in between
True grace from nature's own hand
Tied to this Earth on which they stand
Yet gracefully they dance free
Thriving so patiently and grand
Without them we would not be
With nature I have formed a bond
That calms my very soul
Her gift of those trees I am fond
When Nature's hand I hold.
Written by Gail DeBole on
March 10, 2020
An elephant in Zimbabwe
Hi-fived with a soft trunky sway.
Then wanting to play
She continued her day
With a hug for the human who waved.
hugging a live tree
such a beautiful feeling
indescribable
It's one o'clock in the noon and a hasty couple snuggling
under an orange umbrella walks
on a glossy lane of the misty park deserted by folks...
as soft, transparent and warm
raindrops keep on pelting,
but these happy lovers seem worry-free,
not unafraid of the approaching storm!
We, too, have walked under
a big umbrella hugging tenderly,
sharing thoughts and breathing fragrant air!
Love feelings can be intense under
an umbrella made for two having fun;
no, they don't seem to quiver
laughings in the freezing November rain without sun!
Yes, they enjoy a long walk that will take them home...
while staring down at the puddles that foam;
and if the northern wind blew,
they would lose it to the clouds that are somewhat blue!
Written by Andrew Crisci
Entered in nette onclaud's contest,
" Symbolism: The Umbrella "
4/3/2014
Visual I
on 4/3/2014
Hugging loneliness
It’s not what I said that is keeping me awake;
It's all those words that I just could never say.
I have waited too long to find myself a place
And now time is all out of luck and I am at my grave.
Here I stand looking backwards;
Empty spaces, empty Tracey’s…lost for words.
The words I never said are all I regret.
The love I never found; the love that I left…
Behind my eyes there hides a smile,
But it is deep down inside my soul.
All you hear are the lies,
When I truly confide,
But the truth is all I ever said and now I am too old.
Too old to change, too late to make you believe;
If you cannot see, then please leave.
If by now you do not know,
Then go.
Leave me alone,
With my sorrow.
I have tried so hard to convince you this is no lie,
But by your side I do not lie.
Through your tears of goodbye,
You cannot see the rivers that I cry.
The trail you leave already fades,
With each and every painful day
And all those words I never had the chance to say,
Are lost with me…
And I am left alone with my pain.
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Fireworks,
Inside and out,
Happy faces on streets,
Hugging, Kissing, Playing, Dancing,
in glee..
The little monster who jailed us,
who dug graves of loved ones,
The King of rift,
Lay dead.
Honorable Mention in STRAND PICK J,ANY THEME,ANY FORM Poetry Contest sponsored by Brian Strand
Tap dance through life if you must.
Munch all the gum drops that it offers.
Paint a million roses on misty mirrors.
Denial always tap-taps along rainbows.
But never roots the truth from darkness.
You frolic in waters different than mine.
A fantasy stream always half-smiling.
What you call living life to the fullest.
Is really a life of distraction and half-shine.
Most every day my heart is eclipsed.
As I sip the brackish waters of truth, the hag.
It's the only cure for societal blindness.
But I don't like ugly any more than you do-
I prefer slogging slowly through thorn and grist.
while you tap a path of fool's gold and plastic petal.
but when life closes the blackest of curtains
we'll be hugging the same cold breast of death-
5/31/20
Craig Sponsor
Hugs contest
Our life book is loaded up with lots of love.
A sentence here, a paragraph there; even a chapter pair;
Hearing wedding bells, sharing honeymoon embraces, alone times and skis;
Other romantic tales of ships with sails cruising exotic seas.
Children churning ice cream with us the old-fashioned way.
Grandchildren rushing to our knees; hugging us at the door.
The sadness of seeing the passing of warm parental love
And all the bittersweet memories that a lifetime may endure.
Our love will flow on through wrinkled skin and jowly chins.
Love is beyond feeling, it is a way of life.
1/15/2019
Have you noticed
how men meet with
their hands, and women
meet with their hearts?
Either way the
warmth of the
human body is transmitted.
It does not
mean they are trustworthy,
or kind,
or willing to do that one
small thing that
will make all the difference
in someone's world;
Only that they are
of the same kind,
with the same pains,
and the same hopes,
and the same tears.
But does anyone know
if turtles cry?
Sept. 1, 2014
We always do!
Well, maybe we shouldn't...
I cherish hugs from you!
Today, it just isn't prudent...
Forget what is on the news!
I'm dizzied, from the media spin...
We have the right to choose!
Arms embrace, sparkling within...
Don't allow such grievous stories
Rob us of love's simple glories!
Hugging is my favorite gesture
Not this time. No, not anymore
Just an exchange of sweet flying kiss
With closed eyes and protruding lips
Let’s show true love and care
Protect each other from virus- don’t share
Sept 6, 2022 10.21pm
Bitesize Poem no52
Contest Judged: 10/6/2022 8:48:00 PM
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
Place: HM ( out of 1 to 3 w & 4 HM)
Kissing feels tender, a disguise for the horde,
Horde murmurs compliment, their voices very showy,
Showy rings of consent, heavy inside,
Inside the stillness, factual hotness must skin.
Skin the cuddle, keep space in prospect,
Prospect of love trimmed down to courteous,
Courteous shrugs remain, but craving is departed,
Departed remains the hug where affection once excelled.
Excelled like a blaze, now dimmed to a kiss,
Kiss without arms leaves something erroneous,
Erroneous seems the heart that shrinks to appear,
Appear stout outside, but feeble when adjacent.
Poem by N. Mugisho
I'm here hugging the cactus, it's truly making its point,"Ouch, Ouch, Ouch"
The Easter Bunny tries to hide
toys under the baby's bed,
the baby started giggling
when he knocked him over the head.
Every Easter that goes by
the Bunny runs into this,
poor little bunny just wants a break
maybe get a hug and a kiss.
The baby looked at the bunny
so very serious, he was,
he reached out and picked the bunny up
squeezed him tightly with a hug.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Mar.23/2008
I wrote this while looking at a picture.