Best Touched Poems
She Touched The Water
My muse
touched the waters
of a spring fed river
She had a special gift to deliver
Releasing the inspiration
from deep within her
She said “ Drink please witness
about saint and sinner.
Surrender your mind
become a true believer.
The line between real and fantasy,
you can make it thinner.”
So with my cupped hands
I began to deeply drink
Muted greys
became a vibrant pink
Thoughts and ideas
were transformed into ink
It was all so fantastic
those things I could think
She said “Write them all down
or they’ll be gone in a blink.”
Not all thoughts were happy
some they made my heart sink.
The more I drank
the more I was elated
Oh how easily
I concentrated
Ideas expressed
tales of wonder consecrated
Secretly I craved
being congratulated
What was written felt solid
those things I created
Wise, wonderful words
emotionally weighted
Wanting more and more
I couldn’t be sated
My magical muse
began to worry about me
Who I was
or might soon be
She said “I must share
this burden to set you free”
So next to the river
she planted flowers and trees
Other poets coming
abated my dis ease
She told them “Drink from the river,
as much as you please!
If you don’t I will cause it to freeze.”
Our Muse whispered loudly
“Poets take your words near and far.
Be true kind and vulnerable
let people know who you are.
Hide messages in bottles
Transport people to a distant star
Sing from the rooftops
Tell Limericks in a bar
Poetry is music
play tunes on a guitar
Shine bright like a fire fly
that has escaped from its jar!”
Together we have community
Being with the rare few
Who share our lunacy
The ones able to decipher
these things that we see
For us it’s a river
this place we love to be
Gardens free of enemies
Green grass, rivers and trees
We gather by the shore
like birds and bees
You are welcome to join us
stay for as long as you please!
I watched them gather round
The warmth of your flame
Like campers at campfire time
Huddling close to you
Pushing and jostling
For the best place
I saw your warmth
Dancing off their faces
Small cinders escaping into the night
I followed the sparks drifting up
On the chilly breeze
Riding high…disappearing into the stars
I was cold
I was alone
On the edge
And yet…I dared not go near you
Though your light invited me
And I wanted so much to be warmed
By you
Yet….how could I find a place
By those encircling you
Watching the mesmerizing display
Of your orange and yellow flames
There was no place
Among the gathering of....
The strong, the beautiful, the insistent
So, on the outskirts I stayed
Tears trickling down my cheeks
Cold
Alone…
I waited…I held back
Until they all left
One by one
Some bumping into me
Not even aware that I was alive
I waited until you had almost died out
No longer on display
But a warm glow of embers
Still orange and glowing with desire
And I approached
Shyly…
Longingly…
Needing to see you dance
For me….only for me
And I coaxed you
In my clumsy way
My fingers cold
My heart ablaze
Suddenly....you burst into flame
A pillar of fire
Miracle of love
For I had not added any kindling
But my little heart
And yet it seems you had waited
Knowing I would come
And my slightest touch
Made the flames spring to life
Voracious flames
Flames reaching the high heavens
Your heat overpowering
Consuming
I almost threw myself into you
Wanting to reach the center
Of the heat and warmth
Of your beauty…
I spent the night
Out under the stars
Lying naked
Yet not cold
Naked
Yet not ashamed
Naked
Yet not shy
For your glow was my covering
I let myself be touched
Time and again
By licking fingers of fire
By the burning flames of your desire
For….ME!
For Gail's Contest
Touched by Your Flame
May 27, 2013
Emotions flooded my very soul as I viewed that Sacred Wall.
Etched for all eternity are hero's names who sacrificed their all.
I sensed that I was on hallowed soil as I knelt on bended knee.
I touched The Wall today, but more than that, The Wall touched me.
I offered a silent prayer for each of the names that I caressed.
Tho' their time here was brief, by them we were truly blessed.
They placed national destiny above their own defending liberty.
I touched The Wall today, but more than that, The Wall touched me.
They were ordinary Americans who performed extraordinary things,
Such grand and noble acts to ensure that freedom's bell yet rings!
They gave their full measure that humankind might live free.
I touched The Wall today, but more than that, The Wall touched me.
What might they have become, I muse, had fate not dealt them so,
A teacher, doctor, a farmer? Alas, we shall never know.
To teach nations The Golden Rule, I suspect would be their plea.
I touched The Wall today, but more than that, The Wall touched me.
Tho' grander monuments have been built for those of greater fame,
This simple yet powerful memorial will keep alive the flame,
Of humanity's quest for brotherhood, peace and dignity.
I touched The Wall today, but more than that, The Wall touched me.
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
Placed 7th in "The Best Day Of Your Life" Contest
Placed 3d in the "Your Best Poem" Contest" June 2010
Featured Poem Of The Week 2-9 May 2010
lst Place in Security Public Library (Colorado) Poetry Contest - May 2006
Published in Poet Bob Casey's Book, "An Oasis In A Cluttered World" - 2006
When your beauty touched my sky
the flowers bent my way
engulfing me in a fragrance
that I now know as you
The lilac and the lavender
it moved around my soul
bringing comfort to the romance
begging to make our home
Wrap your arms around my kindness
let your heart beat soft and free
breathe into the sunshine
in this dance of you and me
clouds caress the sky
with a trail of white feathers...
grass tickles our toes
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7/13/15 For Skat's Contest: "Feathers"
DIFFICULTY: -noun
a trouble or struggle; something that is hard to understand or surmount
I’ve felt hell’s fire and dealt with many circumstances I may confide-
But the most difficult thing I have to live with is being touched by suicide.
She brought sunshine to my rain and day dreams of true compassion-
That was my beloved sister - Karen…so full of life long dreams and passion.
-so I thought…
Truth be told the last six years have been the worst years of my life-
Remembering her final days on earth, so full of self-hatred and strife.
She went from a blazing fire to embers of ashes in all of one glance-
And I knew deep down inside she really never had a living chance.
-this I knew…
See, suicide is a tricky situation when I stop and think of her reasons-
Looking back, she seemed to have a different personality for every season.
The anguish I am left with bleeds my soul dry and heart ripped to shreds-
If only I could have given her a healthier life, more happiness instead.
-my only wish…
“How do I cope?”, one may ask when wondering how I still live in grief-
I need to say the greatest gift is my quill that brings me honest relief.
I had days of mourning and nights of weeping without a breath-
And many times when I wished I too, that I ended up leaving in death.
-sad days encountered…
Life is so difficult even when you are having the greatest of days-
But when dealing with such a tragic loss it’s worse in so many ways.
People always tell me, “don’t worry honey, time always heals”-
Well I say right back to them, “you just don’t know how it feels”.
-pain never passes…
A Difficult Topic For You Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Lewis Raynes
Date Written: September 23, 2016
NOTE: In response to this Poem I have received a surprising pleasant letter from President Obama today 5th March 2015 itself. To see that please visit my Blog on PS of 5th March 2015
or use following URL:
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poetry_blogs/blog_detail.aspx?BlogID=26299&PoetID=17041
You Have Touched Our Hearts Mr. President
Thank You Mr. President
And the First Lady
For Your Visit to India
On Our Republic Day 26th Jan.
In This Visit
And Specially in Your Last Day's Magnificent Speech
You Have Touched The Hearts Of Every Indian.
Together US & INDIA
CAN SOLVE
WORLD'S MANY DRASTIC PROBLEMS
WHILE BRINGING PEACE AND PROSPERITY
FOR INDIA & US
AND FOR THE REST OF THE WORLD.
IF YOU GO THROUGH MY POEM Dated 4th July 2011-
'GREETINGS TO USA FROM INDIA'
YOU WOULD KNOW
THAT WE HAVE AN OPEN HEART
TO MAKE YOU
(UNITED STATES)
OUR BEST FRIEND AND PARTNER
FOR THE LAST MANY DECADES.
THANK YOU ONCE AGAIN
FOR ACKNOWLEDGING THIS
MR. PRESIDENT
WE CAN WORK TOGETHER
TO MAKE THIS WORLD
A MORE BEAUTIFUL AND BETTER PLACE
TO LIVE AND LOVE.
BON VOYAGE
TO BOTH OF YOU MR. PRESIDENT.
On behalf of millions and millions
Of people of India.
Ravindra K Kapoor
Kanpur India27th Jan. 2015
Presidents and Prime Ministers keep coming and going in every country of the world. Often without leaving any impressions on the minds and hearts of that country's people, but you are different Mr. President. By your simplicity and graceful expressions you have created Magical effects and impressions on the minds and hearts of my countrymen. For which we feel honored and sincerely thank you Mr. President and the first lady Michelle Obama for your visit on our Republic Day 26th Jan. 2015. We are also thankful to our dear Prime Minister Mr. Modi, who invited you for this historic visit.
I was touched by a sweet butterfly
As it fluttered around me
Then quietly landed nearby
I could only watch to see
Where it would go next to be
A gentle, perfect creation flew
High and low from flower to tree
A magical flight moved me to be
---- Ever So Free ----
Heidi Sands
6/19/17
Placed joint 1st place in the Standard Contest 163.
To see a butterfly.
to view a morning sky.
Have the love of a gentle woman,
before I die.
The Auld Yin.
A QUEST TOUCHED BY HEAVEN
Treading towards an immortal search
a mortal soul stood begins the quest.
Crossing deep sea and burning desert sand
down the wild and civilized land,
soul driven by zest will so grand.
Right and left battle: a door to growth and anguish
Life still wriggles for habitable breath hiss
Shuddering fears may impregnate decline
staggering, falling, hurting but LIVING!
Teardrops shed a lance or rose to the heart.
Prayers a rumble to steps roaring zeal
rave gaits thud though imperfect
Your lit of melodious merciful grace
presages treasure drafts of redemption.
Breakages had caused falls bending spirits
yet, these also caused cries of feverish hopes
frightened but with Your heavenly touch
Am a mortal but siren-like singing hymns of salvation.
In the ocean expanse of gloomy sky,
my heart -a white pigeon craving to fly high.
I strive to reach outstretch stars
Sprouting lovelier even when rain arrives.
Singing my lifesong with side-sways,
enjoying God's gift of life today.
(c)Olive Eloisa
1:41pm
September 18, 2014
Inspired by:
Psalm 147:11
the LORD delights in those who fear him, who put their hope in his unfailing love
Sponsor Justin Bordner
Contest Name Divine Intervention
2nd place.. :) to God be the glory..
* For my children - no one has touched my heart as deeply *
~
There ne'er were "perfect" parents -
We contend the best we can
Amidst our love's conveyance,
There remains no flawless plan.
We strive to keep our wee ones safe,
Hold their hearts until they've grown,
Yet advised we have to "let them go",
When they seek new lives, their own.
Their youth is gathered nigh to us,
Guided in our tightened clasp,
Too soon, they widen wings to fly,
And we must then loose our grasp.
But no matter what their journey,
Or the distance that may grow,
There's one sweet truth, enduring:
We will NEVER ... let them go.
Written on September 5, 2021
For the "The One Who Touched My Heart" Poetry Contest
Regina McIntosh, Judge & Sponsor.
Here I am, seating on my throne,
finally, where I want to be!
I knew as a child, that God loves all
an our savior had plans for me.
I was eight or nine
when God touched me,
and I started seeing clearly.
God created this world we live in,
and he set his people free!!!
The flowers, the trees, the animals,
and all human beings,
were regarded highest to our father,
in his land of the free.
I remembered the story "Noah's Ark"
and it all made sense to me.
The Ten Commandments,
God's written words,
the laws by which to lead.
My heart filled, with the sudden urge,
to help those in need,
to love all life, praise Jesus name,
and keep God forever within me.
God touched me!!!
Hammock swings the blue bird sings
another lazy afternoon
thoughts of a Paris romance
dinner for two
oh how you made me swoon
Many birthday wishes and moonlight kisses
that day I said I do
That Monalisa's smile, how I stared for a while
a soft lavender breeze
those flowers in your hair
how we made our feelings a home
Not a day goes by when I don't remember that time
Squeezing me tight, how could I ever depart
When you touched my hand,
and entered my life
you touched every inch of my heart
Touched by a moonbeam
Touched by a moonbeam with you I glide
I can now drink from a well of stars
staring out at this night’s friendly guide
my spirit knows no more bounds.
Touched by a moonbeam with you I glide
your warm glow melts away my core
drying up all tears in its outpour
in your orbit I am now released;
your presence pacifies my fears
ripples back the years
as my eyes search your face
by this secret light,
the light of the moon.
Touched by a moonbeam
with you I glide
swiftly on this path of elation
I crave your affection.
Dawn its gift of light I bid delay
a blissful encore I’m asking your way
for a touch of eternity in your embrace
I felt dear moon, dear friend,
I’m touched by your graceful ballet
the waning of your rays
I beg you to stay, beg you to stay.
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(orchestral part with soaring music)
Touched by a moonbeam
with you I glide
swiftly on this path of elation
I crave your affection.
Dawn its gift of light I bid delay,
a blissful encore I’m asking your way
for a touch of eternity in your embrace
I felt dear moon, dear friend,
I’m touched by your graceful ballet
the waning of your rays I beg you to stay,
beg you to stay, beg you to stay,
for a touch of eternity in your embrace
I felt dear moon, dear friend
I’m touched by your graceful ballet,
the waning of your rays
I beg you to stay
beg you to stay.
note: Dear reader, I beg you to try and slow down your reading so that you can match the pace of the reading to the music. (I have tried to match my lines to form a lyrical piece. ?)
The composer, by the way, is Brian Crain.
I picked up your blue hairbrush
I held it a while today
The hair between its bristles
Still smells of your hairspray
I drank my morning coffee
In the mug that has your name
On its rim still dressed in red
Is the slightest lipstick stain
I put your reading glasses on
To read the Sunday news
I went to the bedroom closet
To dust your favorite shoes
Your pillow still lays beside me
With the smell of your perfume
Though you're gone your beauty's there
To fill an empty room
It brought back all those memories
Through all the things I clutched
I've held you close all day long
Through all the things you touched