Best Touch Poems
"In Touch With Myself"
I can't seem to find her
The reminder of yesterday
I shut my eyes for a few seconds
Only there, can I reach to bear upon her face
The moment I open my eyes
The earth opens and she disappears
Every now and then
Darkness takes form around the blank wall
It brings out a long lost silhouette.
-I inhale a small desire,
reaching and tracing every line left behind.
I Just can't seem to reach her
The girl drowning deep inside
I turn around to look and feel no one by my side
It's been long since she slowly faded away
I gaze into the mirror and miss her every day
For one second past,
I swear she was there.
Lately, I can't seem to find her
That girl I was before
Empty feelings continue to lounge about
Rejecting yesterday away.
-Honestly, I don't know why I bother,
holding on to somebody that is no longer there?
By:PD
"TOUCH"
I want to touch your life
and leave a mark ...
... a deep impression ...
So you will think of me
and of my smile ...
... my sweet expression ...
I long to touch your life
and leave a sign ...
... a warm inscription ...
So you will care for me
and keep in mind ...
... a clear description ...
I need to touch your life
and leave a joy ..,.
... an inspiration ...
So you will love me soon
in reality ...
... not imagination ...
*For S.K.A.T.'s give it to me straight contest ...
She is soothing music,
but an unwritten script.
A silent movie,
but visually, cinematic elegance.
Infatuated lyrics thirst to
compose onto tones of her curves.
Her tongue is a sensual dance,
a serenade of sensitive sensations.
Her lips a path to pristine passion,
her eyes a gateway to heaven.
But she is grandeur of purity,
a distinction of innocence.
Fate must learn patience,
in the pursuit of desire.
Simple Musing
Silent One
8 March 2020
Tenderness exudes from him as he takes the hand
Of the woman, sick and frail; he’s a gifted man.
Uncommonly calm, he utters, “God has a plan.”
Consoling her, he is guided to soothe her soul and
Heal her body, for God’s spirit tells him he can.
~Do Not Trust a Word, He Says~
He speaks of sunken treasures the way no other man
The map of his essence is drawn in the stars
His smile of gold ride out the waves
The moon is pulled by the prestige of his masculine art
With great pleasure, your heart now sits in a glass case
His love lavishes making every moment memorable
This gentleman cultivates you from every direction
Your blood rises to his flirtatious ego
His eyes, manipulate you, invade every dream,
Endless lust, pulled by the enigma of dragon dust wind
Falling flowers of forgetfulness, when lost in his touch
He endures, he breathes in ways you can't resist
Uttered words easily wrap around your heart
In a game of trust, his lips persuade another kiss
Like a syndrome, you babble and drool ---- stepping all over yourself
You are naught more than a fool in love,
Trusting and believing every golden word spoken from his lip
~I LOVE YOU~
( A Poet Destroyer Collection)
Soon, sunlight will yawn on the edge of dawn
and I'll welcome the warmth of his morning rays,
but never could I liken them to the great love born
when I feel your sensuous touch that sets me ablaze.
Impatiently, I wait while my heart is yearning
for daylight's journey to cast shadows over me.
Restlessly, I watch the hands of the clock turning
until the hour when the sun surrenders into the sea.
When skies are awash with an amber glow
I become eager to touch the breast of twilight.
Watching as grains of sand in the hourglass flow,
knowing when comes the moon, dreams take flight.
A pearlescent gem, she lulls me to sleep
when gracefully ascending upon her throne.
It's then my reverie descends in slumber deep,
and ardor's silken threads are passionately sewn.
With our hearts ignited by a stellar flare,
we circled the moon on diaphanous wings.
In Luna's lair we made love with savoir-faire
while starlight dreams caressed my heartstrings.
It's no wonder impatience is mounting
before the moon rises to her zenith height.
Hours move much too slowly as I'm counting
the hours when I can touch the breast of twilight.
2022 Poetry Marathon - Mile 22 Contest
Sponsored by Mark Toney
Originally posted on 12/23/2019
Another lover's touch
There's never been a love,
that's ever been enough...
You keep searching for...
another lover's touch
Why do I even try,
I should stop wasting time...
You say that we are fine...
we both know that's a lie
Chorus
I can see the ending,
in our book of love...
Well I try and I try and I try,
but it's not enough...
I see the curtain falling
on our romantic play....
I never thought our love ...
would end this way
I remember that first look,
the first chapter of our book...
We thought we'd found a love that would never die
The days turned into weeks,
so many nights without sleep...
The love we felt was an unrelenting fire
Chorus
I can see the ending,
in our book of love...
Well I try and I try and I try,
but it's not enough...
I see the curtain falling
on our romantic play....
I never thought our love...
would end this way
Chorus
I can see the ending,
in our book of love...
Well I try and I try and I try,
but it's not enough...
I see the curtain falling
on our romantic play....
I never thought our love...
would end this way
There's never been a love,
that's
ever
been
enough...
You keep...
searching...
for another...
lover's...
touch.
John Derek Hamilton
November 22,2019
re-posted with music and vocals
January 27,2021
Copyright © John Hamilton | Year Posted 2019
Your feelings in a group of touring innocence
travel up North towards trust and sincerity
in sweet submissive care like a carefully rubbed suede.
You put day light into your entrapment
for noontide to go nonstop.
Caress from yonder, massage from under
your skirts make appetite nonchalantly mourn
your legs present so nutraceutical to manly weakness.
If your bones are licked by wild beasts
the jungle would be protected by the ghost of sweet affection.
If the rains fall through the planes of your body
vapours of lust and desires will spring out of the Earth.
Your expensive flare, expresses you as a needed nougat
sliding pleasurably though wet lips in a greasy enjoyment of noodles
with aroma and taste capping up a nouvelle cuissine.
Night is dead from your day-long engaging chemistry
making the aggression of your nubile emission
in ration to any attempted resistance an improper fraction
when the night's light strike your contrasting body
for the creation of a mobile image so dark and graceful,
nature will sit down beauty for a serious interview.
Just one touch of your hand
and I taste the late evening stars
It would help me forget
the last sound of poured rain
yet it makes me remember
those undying sparks
Just one touch of your hand
and I live once again
in moonlit yesterdays
I'd belong to that time
When you came in my life
Looked me straight in the eyes
and rekindled old flames
Just one touch of your hand
and you're mine
You're mine and mine alone
You're the breeze on my cheek
the smile in my sleep
You're the feeling I feared
yet a feeling I need all along
You're the present and past
You're the dew in the dust
You're the moment,the memory
You're mild passions once born
An emotion's serenity.
Just one touch of your hand
makes this heart understand
that the sun would never be gone
Its never too late to reach heaven's gate
To whisper I love yous as I place a blue rose
on your marbled headstone.
Just a note-Absence or death are not the end of love
but only the beginning of a feeling that is deeper
than love itself...
And I have loved you more than love itself..
a fiction poem
Awake through afternoons and ageless nights,
the poet waits for a muse to sneak.
His brumous mind reminisces,
frantically exploring a galaxy of words.
He looks for a lofty mountain hiding in the fog.
He looks for a crimson fireball hiding in the ember.
Wriggles out of the cocoon,
in swirls of slow steps,
tiptoeing in twirls,
shriveled and fragile, the butterfly beau.
He looks at it in passion...with lover's eyes....
Oh!, the poem is still in a grey stupor state.
He sews embroidered thoughts...
Stroked in color, the canvas now veiled,
scrambled cryptic, his emotions corralled.
The enslaved bird in his heart, was now a fugitive,
singing a pellucid song of sweet somber notes.
A virgin music now played in the air,
Thrumming hearts rhyming in bewitched rhythm.
Invisible wind nestled the hair,
he could see the poem smiling.
Silent wind rustled the tree,
he could hear the poem whispering.
Like a blind man enlightened in a dark room,
he could feel the poem coming alive.
He could touch the words in Braille,
the cradle of blind love, caressed the poet's tale.
Resubmited on April 1st 2019/
2019 Poetry Marathon Final Placement /
Sponsor: Mark Toney
Written on 9th January 2019
Placed 8th in Chantelle Anne Cookes Favorite Free Verse Contest
Placed 6th in Mark Toney2019 Poetry Marathon Mile 13 Contesy
a soft caress is like beauty
dancing so close to you and me
the lightest touch i embrace
stars always floating through space
as silk feels upon the skin
elegant and smooth again
a soft caress is like beauty
dancing so close to you and me
grace will allow lovers to sway
a melody of breaths that stay
wrapped in paradise with you
escape in those eyes so true
capture and pull me under
you are a touch of wonder
grace will allow lovers to sway
a melody of breaths that stay
on the dance floor emotions glide
longing to linger at your side
and move as an angel fair
dreaming you will hold me there
your touch is so light and free
as my love for you will be
on the dance floor emotions glide
longing to linger at your side
***************
~ to always be this close ~
* a little scribble about love *
Form of Poetry- Octelle
The syllable count structure for this verse is 8, 8, 7, 7, 7, 7, 8, 8, and the rhyme scheme is aa/bb/cc/aa. The first two lines and the last two lines are identical.
Indigo ink dreams
Dripping from heart
Tattoos tongue with kinetic kiss
Green electric buzz like sip
Of fine blueberry wine so sweet
Dreamy turquoise love touch
Filling me up with red desire
On fire for your romantic antic
Sweeping me off my feet
Carrying me with ease
Of a blue breeze to deserted love island
Where tan sands caress like brown hands
White waters flow warm and toasty
Fast slow then in closing cold
Never let go of this love
For it floats like a boat
Warm raindrops fall like pearls
Yes, like pearls from heaven they fall
warm drops from love`s breath
which adds misted windows
Your lips pressed lightly against mine
I glide into a beautiful dream
Floating on warm white clouds
and sweet summer winds
You are what my heart has always longed for
You touch my heart so gently
Your presence gives me warmth
Your confidence gives me peace
Love me ... as I love you
Show me your paradise
Two hearts melting together
in a world of love
together we go on a journey
In a storm of illusions
25.08.2014
A-L Andresen :)
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Dream
Weaver,
Where are you?
Caress my hair,
drift through my mind's eye...
Let your fingers dig deep,
unearth the day's toils, plant seeds
that give birth to joyful tendrils
Use these, weave me rivered reveries...
Stay by my side 'til Sun kisses my cheeks
Blanket me in your kaleidoscope warmth
let silken threads of dreams tickle me,
so smiles meet my lips as I sleep
Unravel my wrinkled mind,
smoothen it, breathe new life
with your magic touch
Let me feel you,
Dream Weaver
Visit
me...
..
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Date posted: April 25, 2011 6:40am
- Your Heavenly Touch -
Walking in the light of beauty
sunshine's a promise fulfilled
warmly on the right side of love
Holding you precious the gasp within
one kiss chocolate melting taste buds
Lost in a dream embracing you my Queen
Sets a twilight sky on fire
burning deeply warm starlight
Dawning this night
I live only for you
without saying goodbye
Your heavenly touch lovingly whispers are melodious
A most cherished feeling powers emotions
when your lips kiss sweetly lands softly perfect
Tomorrow's a new adventure in our honeymoon secret meetings place
(unrhymed tyrcets)
27.03.2016
Romance written by : Liam & Anne-Lise :)
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