Best Touch On Poems

Angel in the Clouds

Sometimes you look up to the sky
And maybe you can find
In a large bank of clouds
The face and figure of an angel with wings
Who’s looking down on you.

It may be someone
You knew from the past
Who went to Heaven a long time ago.

And...

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I am standing outside my bedroom, on the precipice of lost innocence.
Wide eyed, and barefoot on cold hardwood.
Someone is hammering on our front door.
My father, looking a bit annoyed, shuffles anxiously down the stairs.
Tussled hair, a bewildered vein bulging in his forehead,
wearing his old, blue...

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Trespassing moonlight--
I envy its touch on  you
and light a candle,
let the moon watch from the sky
thousand moons' birth in our love




© kash poet
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My cherished one..
What difference does it make
If We are or if We're not belongers?
If I'll never see the moon in your eyes
Taste the stars from your lips
Feel your touch on my hair
and your breath upon my skin.
What difference does it make
When we know,our quiet thoughts...

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The sound of rain falling on your roof,
feeling raindrops on your flesh...ineffable--

The tightness of a hug from one you have
not seen for a very long time...ineffable--

Laughter of young children playing, yours 
or not, doesn't matter...ineffable--

The way a sunrise gives you hope, and a 
sunset presages...

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November Kisses

November kisses arrive in the sunset
Lips ever sweet flutter soft on my skin
Lost in the sigh of a ending day whisper
Sharing a moment about to begin

There in your eyes is my first glimpse of heaven
Calling me into the depths of your soul
Fueling the fire...

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Wind Song

Winter winds whoosh over the wilderness
In wild waltzes that warn of wanton storms.

On zephyr’s wings spring floats through soft breezes
Soft touch on tender petals
Feels like silk on bare skin.

Happy whirlwinds swish through summer skies
Tickles the face of waves in sheer delight
Laughs with puffy clouds...

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Go ahead, you freaking coward, I thought. You drove all this way, with your new 6" GPS. Now you’re a bowl of jello who can't ring a bell? I took a deep breath and pushed the buzzer ... nothing. I knocked, softly. The door opened,...

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In the spring, I'm a Daffodill
In many hues, dancing on the hill
Swaying with  the gentle breeze
In the spring I'm easy to please

In late spring, I'm pale pink rose 
Growing on the trellis, inviting bees toes
To touch on me, drink their fill of nectar
Sweet, in...

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Blue evening dress
Topographical cleavage
Nurturing mother

Father Sky reigns high
Soft touch on her horizon

Her head covered with 
A wintery Arctic scarf 
With white pumps to match

He caresses her
His radiant passion flames
Heating up her womb

Encompassing her with love
Warm and cold climatic touch

His breath cools her skin
Tenderly moistening earth
Life...

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In every sense I smell his love 
When the pure-scented moonlight bathes my window
Reflecting its tresses inside and the night-breeze
Spills a bouquet exploding of wonderful colors
Of evocations to mind which stroke perfumed
Warm touch on my glowing skin courted
By lavender whispers of memory… hmm…there
In every sense...

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Blackberry Memoir 

Blackberries, round and glossy,
Always invite me to return
To dusty country summer afternoons
When languid waves of mirages
Puddle into shimmering hiatus.

From the gently swaying hammock
I hear the rattle of berry pails
To see my grandmother, in her straw hat,
Smile an invitation - come with her
Into the...

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Non-essential! It takes time to 
digest the public offense, bruising the poetic ego
essential only to itself, as broad as the world.
Howling winds, dark clouds, ghost cities,
horizons overbreaming with despair, the low
widespreading doubt and the high feverish days
filled with progressive red dots on world map, the
incalculable...

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There I stood in this massive hall, decorated with sophisticated settings, 
White flowing drapes hung freely from an invisible ceiling
Twinkling stars, sparkled against the midnight blue sky
Though I could not see it, an orchestra played a lovely, unfamiliar tune 
Well-dressed, others sat leisurely at circular...

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Having collaborated, o with just a few
   Poetry Soup members,i`ll always give them due
     for their kind comments and others even more
       one person inparticular, Old Jack, he hits the core.

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