Best Touches Poems
My aged mother
she can't understand English...
feels my poems by touch
she touches the words
her frail fingers caressing...
smile in wrinkled face
'write a poem for me'--
'all the poems are yours my maa...
your grandchildren'
**My 100th poem here for someone so SPECIAL
© 2011 kashinath karmakar (12th May 2011)
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Placement:10th ;(June 2011)
Contest:My most Inspirational Poem
Sponsor:Poet Destroyer
Your touches are subtle enough to make my heart race
They draw me closer to you, I get lost in your embrace
An eternal fire is burning way down deep inside
If only in your arms, I could crawl into and hide
To hear your heart beat deep inside your chest
You are my safe foundation of happiness and rest
The joy you bring me when your sweet face is near
Allowing all my fear, worries, and troubles to disappear
Worth more to me than anything, my most precious desire
When I'm with you, nothing can get me any higher
Your touches are welcome, they're all that I need
When you're not near me, my heart so does bleed
Leaving me hopeless, my world turns upside down
I'm heartbroken and lonely when you aren't around
Co-Written with Tim Smith
"The Touches that Touch"
Somewhere between traces and sensations
its the gentle affair, the touches that touch
Diamonds are not what I seek for you already gave
A fur has no place for you are the blanket keeping me warm
When you take me by the hand you are the moon that lights
When you whisper words you are the song that fills my heart
And now I eternally say to you with love
somewhere between traces and sensations
receive my gentle affair, the touches I long to touch
SkyWatcher - 05-12-17
I hear sounds of the wind hissing and rustling.
I listen on the beach to the waves cascading,
Slapping, tossing swashing the sand pebbles,
Something close to eternity within me touches.
I see some gliding fishing boats over there,
The seagulls soaring, gliding in the air here,
And Surfers trying to get rides on the waves
Something close to eternity within me touches.
I watch people running, strolling and sunning,
Setting sun promise to rise tomorrow morning
Like the human ambitions and unknown desires
Something close to eternity within me touches.
I notice the crabs scurry, somewhere hiding,
Leaving smooth bed of sand, water receding,
All sounds now receding to its minimum hiss.
Something close to eternity within me touches.
This silence rubs, softens me, gives a purpose
I find even my pains are held in this silence
Surrender my self-importance, my smallness
Something close to eternity within me touches.
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December 2, 2014
Form: Kyrielle
Seventh Place win
Contest: One of your best by Gautami Phookan
heaven touches earth
corrupt clouds torn asunder
rain of revival
no caps
5-7-5
At first I wasn’t even interested in him
Failures in love made my passion dim
But his chocolate charm won me over
His humor disarms like a gift
Like a green four leaf clover
How lucky I am that he loves so freely
Winning me over certainly wasn’t easy
Dipping my toe into red volcano his love
Was dangerously freeing hot and sexy
Soft hard then soft again touches so grand
Lips quivering legs shivering
Melting my inhibition like
Ice in summer’s July
I cherry chant as I gaze in eyes
Soft touches take me high
make me cry
demolition by soft strides
Contest: Pick-A-Title Vol. 58
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Date: 23.07.2026
By soft touches, he weaved his way into my heart
Demolished my hesitations and destroyed my uncertainties
With roving hands, he explored my very center
With loving eyes, removed every barrier
Silently he scanned my sacred being
Soothing my faltering soul with velvet murmurs
He broke my pride with his patient perseverance
He wrecked my emotions and made me his
He crushed every qualm with his raging passion
With his stealthy moves, I come fully undone
When I'm with him, the whole world fades away
He has become my everything, my go-to-mate
His serene tenderness obliterated my reticence
And I can boldly say, "I love you, my darling"...
Within the fragile frame of my fervent heart,
tinged with the tinsels of the amorous night,
my love gleamed with a gorgeous glow,
draping the sequins of your enthralling elegance.
In my psyche I felt the tempting tender caress
of your intangible mesmeric charisma,
but you sauntered away from my entranced sight
like the autumn cloud across my dream sky.
From the threshold of my desire reverie
your footprints faded away beyond the twilight.
With the turquoise thread of lingering longing,
I weaved the filigree of fantasy in my dream.
From the ebony edge of the night of despair
storm clouds surged with thunder of tearing strife,
destructed my dream, dispersed in the debris,
as my lost love turned into a fierce whirlwind.
I heard the squelch of the submerging sorrow
swathing stealthily my broken heart,
resonating the deranged lilt of indigo pulsation
with the splitting echo from the sensory strata.
The soft touches of your departing kiss turned into lashes
of desert storm as I drifted across the dunes of deprivation
with shifting sands of time designing myriad illusion.
In the mirage flashing in your eyes I saw my demolition.
Waves cascade
Seagulls soar, crabs scurry
As sounds recede, the silence rubs
Something close to eternity
Within touches.
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January 11, 2015
Form : Verse ( 29 syllable count)
Dr. Ram Mehta
Second Place win
Contest: Somewhere by nette onclaud
This tanned wee white child of Welsh-English
With a bit of American Indian flowing
like a creek running through the meadow;
p-h-y-s-i-o-l-o-g-y spelled out loud
Daddy was proud of his four year-old girl
raven haired, black eyes flashing with pride
feed sack dresses in pretty shades of pinks
the only thing country about me
other than pinto beans corn bread and iced tea.
I grew to be sixty-five inches tall skinny as a rail
committed to serving the Lord as a nurse
I’ll go where you want me to go. Dear Lord
On some far away mission field—
Didn’t know where
Just a dreamin’ and flutterin’ butterfly
Touching one beautiful spot then another
Where He leads me I will follow…
I’ll go with Him thru the garden
Just knew it would be by a hospital someplace.
Mom wanted to be a nurse but wasn’t
maybe she passed on her thoughts like
a momma bird feeds her young
bit by bit each day until full growth taken place.
Finally I was a grown up Registered Nurse
Running down the halls like a racehorse at times
Taking care of the down and outs or the up and ins
all of them had the same needs whether black or white
man or woman – they all had needs
I walked proud – white in white
Shiny black hair only contrast.
I wanted to be a nurse
crying when crying needed
laughing when laughing came
praying to comfort or praying to make it through a shift
helping as best I could
to make all better –
Ebony, white, red, brown or yellow
Mankind’s color wheel
generation following generation
hurts, healing, sorrow, gladness
rotating compassionate care
Through the stages
Throughout the ages;
A butterfly touching lives
Gently
hushing the cry of a newborn baby
Lullaby and Good Night
closing the eyes of the dying
Near to the heart of God
He touches --
the rocky path
lies fallow
I pray thee,
Bid me to stay.
Let me not leave thee,
Bid me to stay.
What am I desides thee?
You are my all in all.
Nevertheless I draw me away from thee.
I thirst to drink from your well.
Call to my mind that
Soon the sea shall touch the sky.
Call to my mind that
I longed to walk on the sky.
Put in my mind the joy you bring!
Put to my mind that
Where the sea touches the sky is your being!
I shant miss that.
I pray thee,
Bid me to stay.
Let me not leave thee,
Bid me to stay.
sister roses bunch
soaked with winter's silver mists
body perfume wafts
nudges each other
when drifting zephyr touches
nod with jaunty smile
If you touch me I bleed
so many perforated scars crissXcrosing,
if you touch me
I flinch
from cruel hands
the only hands i have ever
known.
If you touch me
I break
made whole only to be
broken again,
so
IF you touch me
let it be with
FIRM hands but gentle hands
for I
have bled by the hands
of those whom I have
LOVED.
If God touches me ;
That, that I am more bountiful,
than His trees ;
So blooming as their leaves;
Am I more sober than the angels ;
Can I see past the horizon's glee ;
What has come over and under me ;
Repented and forgiven and free ;
I am God and yes He's touched me;
6/30/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021