Best Touching Poems
She who sends waves touching beautiful warm and gracious words
Draws bright sunshine smiles in our hearts as they sing in her grace
Flowing from the heart her beauty held in her Quill ready to write
Pure diamond sparkling rainbows as a true friend is a friend in deed
The tidal wave raises fine soaked sand from the bottom of the ocean
And the waves curl out pearl white reflecting a most Picture Perfect
Image that is truly splendid and always sublime to behold and cherish
As Nature’s soft wind caresses your aura and inspires your next poem
She who sends these very waves touching beautiful personifies a Muse
So rare, so special—and brings her influence and talents to bear in
Masterfully supporting the efforts of fellow poets and dreamers as they
“Spill Ink” on blank pages late at night crafting their next poetic masterpiece
The very power and wonder of her good works and positive influence are
Always there magnificently arrayed like pure beams of sunshine touching
And dazzling all in her reach quite profoundly with the magic of her thoughts
And the quiet courage of her convictions as the simply wonderful poet she is
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem (Free Verse Poem),
November 26, 2014
NOTE: Written in Honor of Anne-Lise Andresen for Her Fine Poetry and For
Her Continued Professional Support and Encouragement of Other Fellow Poets.
Tingles
down my spine
for me it’s nearly time
my very first performance
in the Parkinson’s choir
Practising the songs
morning
noon
and night
memorising lyrics
ready for tonight
but now my mind is blank
don’t even know my name
oh golly ~ oh gosh
will they ever want me back again
The music it begins
and the soloist she sings
awaiting for our cue
before we can begin
Our voices sing in harmony
blend beautifully as one
uplifting ~ euphoric
a joyous sound we make
I am reaching new heights
as my heart starts to race
adrenaline is rising
I am touching the sky...
Lyrics so poignant
bring tears to my eyes
voices
rise to a crescendo
jubilation
can't be disguised
Audience is roaring
with rapturous applause
I am wrecked
I am crying
I am smiling
I'm on fire
And my soul…
well really ~ truly
it could not get any higher
Written 27th July 2019 - after performing in the Parkinson’s Choir for the first time…
1st October 2019
Contest Name Your Best Poem That is Trophy Worthy (Premiere Contest Trophy)
Contest 2
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
N/A
This was such an uplifting experience for me and as soon as I arrived home I had to express my utter joy and euphoria felt during and after our performance otherwise I would have burst! It is without doubt one of my favourite poems for it came from deep within my soul and I truly was "Touching the Sky"...
Contest N/A rerun 5
Sponsor John Hamilton
3rd Place
Contest Name Favourite Poem from June 2019 or July 2019
Sponsor Julia Wardn
Poem written 07.27.2019
Contest Brian's Choice 10
Sponsor Brian Strand
1st PLACE
Walking down the evening avenue,
I look straight ahead, and see
The sea of people part before me. Each
Rushing in their separate directions, not making
Eye contact. I want to reach out and feel
For myself that they are real. It occurs
To me that nothing, no one, ever touches.
It is as if we are all surrounded by impenetrable bubbles,
And we spend our whole lives
Passing, avoiding, maybe brushing, sometimes even
Desperately touching
Each other—
But we never make real contact.
Surely we are not to blame.
The structure of the very atoms that build this world
Betrays us. Strong cores, positive and inseparable,
Surrounded by a frenzied cloud of negativity.
Like charges repel, and electrons
Will never swallow their pride
And kiss their neighbor.
So our bodies are left hovering
Over the earth, our hands hovering over
One another, a mother’s lips hovering just above her
Child’s hair. Even in our most intimate moments
We are all separated by this thin, impossibly small layer
Of nothingness.
It is cruel, and yet, there are good reasons why
We cannot touch.
Touch and witness the crumbling of things,
As the chasms that hold us to together close
And tear us apart. Witness as flesh
Melts into flesh into the Earth.
Witness as the Earth melts into itself,
Into space, into the greater void.
Touch and witness an endless chain of nuclear fusion.
Witness irreconcilable sameness.
Witness chaos.
Touch and witness the end of everything
That you longed, for so long, to touch.
All this and yet, the ache remains.
Is it any wonder, that we all feel incomplete?
The blue mood of silence, is there on the screen
Not a whisper, no dialogue, just a hum that is found
A celluloid reel, spinning backwards in time
while flickering shadows, has hushed all the stars
that watch through a curtain, while marking the years
The soft ocean breezes are catching your hair.
It frolics, embracing the blue dress you wear
You are running barefoot along the incoming tide
The beach is as smooth as the silk of your skin
You are flying a kite in the swift summer sky
You raise up your arm, and are waving at me
A smile on your mouth, and a star in your eyes
I can almost hear whispers, that come from afar
shattering silence, without any sound
The joy of it falls through the long winter years....
In voiceless, vague memory, to rest on my ears
I follow along...as I'm watching you play
Your lips ever moving....what is it you say?
I find myself reaching... still, wanting to catch
to set a small trap...and reach into the past
I can't hear the chords,....nor the score to your song
Or music I long for.....that is kept by the stars
But, here in the heart of this moment, I grasp
Like the kite reaching higher....while piercing the sky
Weaving a magic...where joy never dies
I watch how you hold to that kite in the sky...
and cross over the threshold....no questions to ask...
You've thrown a last kiss.....that I reach out to catch
And for a moment together, .... we are touching the stars....
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Can i ask
a question love smiling
in all honesty
are you real
or has it all been me dreaming
because you're lighting up all the space
residing inside my thoughts
You're beautiful smile
is driving me crazy wishing
that I could kiss you
upon the lips
my dream delight
Or could it be possible
that I am a fallen angel
as you touch me with your grace
healing a miracle
at the hands of love
*
In the solitude of an ebbing day, there is a twilight blush along the hills
And a world switches direction, ......as if tumbling silently into eternity
Where shadows of telephone poles, along a country road,.....
seem to curl,... and follow the curve of the earth
When the shadow of a tree becomes longer,.......
than ever a tree was tall
When my own silhouette, so dark and stretched, and long,......
seems to walk between earth and heaven
To feel such harmony at days end, my arms seem longer,...almost without limit...
long enough,...
so that I can reach out to catch the first star upon the evening sky,....
and feel the touch of God....
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For Nette's Contest: "In 24 Hours"
By Carrie Richards
In silence where no echoes roam,
Before the stars were carved in dome,
Before the seas had learned to swell,
There stirred a Light no tongue could tell.
Not born of flesh, nor bound by clay,
Nor measured in the light of day—
The soul emerged, so pure, so still,
Breathed from the depths of Heaven’s will.
A whisper from the Heart Divine,
A spark of love through sacred line.
No greater truth was ever known—
That we were never, ever alone.
The soul, a flame without a name,
Fell gently like a golden flame.
It kissed the womb of space and dust,
Entrusting all with sacred trust.
It wrapped in form, forgot its flight,
Became a child of day and night.
It laughed, it wept, it broke, it bled,
Yet felt a pull from Light ahead.
A homesick ache within its chest,
A yearning not for food or rest,
But for the arms that once embraced,
The Source it knew, the Face it faced.
Through lifetimes layered thick with pain,
Through joy, through loss, through sun and rain,
It carried deep, though buried far,
A memory of who we are.
Then came the hour the veil grew thin,
When grace awakened truth within—
A voice, not heard but deeply felt:
“You are the Light in which I dwelt.”
“You are no orphan of the stars,
No wandering ghost with shattered scars.
You are My breath, My sacred gleam,
A verse within My endless dream.”
And in that touch, the soul could see
It wasn’t bound, it had the key.
The chains were thoughts, the walls were fear—
But God had always been so near.
The soul then bloomed in quiet grace,
With tears that washed the inner space.
It rose in love, and there it knew—
Its home was not a place, but Who.
So now it walks with softest tread,
With stars above and Light ahead.
And in its chest, it holds indeed—
The bloom of God—The Divine Seed.
Touching you, your skin
so cold, flat, hard
the sickness within you
like muddy water after a downpour,
how could I stay. I could, I could not run...
from the death in your hollow eyes,
the limpness of your skeletal fingers.
Don’t run. Life seeks life,
succubus to the energy of kindnesses, chi.
Stroking your broad forehead
the horizon of beyond comes clear, clear to me.
Yet fear, is all you feel
and the wind of black holes, all you hear.
The eye of I, connects with the we of Thee,
momentarily, rosing a cheek
hesitantly, lifting the corner of lip
as you, through the we
remember He. Touching....
Shadows end with no beginning
Darkness envelopes light
Rumbles become a roaring fright
Lightening splits the dreary skies
Mockingbird soars fast in flight
Dripping from gray sailing shrouds
Drenched I smile ...Touching the clouds
Peering over the edge of a sunrise,
I can now see Tomorrow's friendly face.
A day of promise with endless blue skies,
the clouds of Yesterday have been replaced.
Standing in a grove of towering trees,
light trickling through the canopy of leaves.
Gently touching the warmth of the Sun's rays,
into the bright light I have fixed my gaze.
The sweet songs of the birds float on the wind,
with a voice that sounds like a long lost friend.
Feeling the quiet peace of a new day,
while in Nature's boundless beauty I stray.
Cherish the moments spent in the Sun's light,
to hold you when darkness visits your night.
11/21/18
Play only love songs
For tonight’s starshine hours,
with its winking
Constellations all
Hailed
And wished upon
To make this night completely
Ours ~
and keep love’s longing
Lasting
Here within us
Near
enough to
Touch
Smiles
While our wooing words turn into
gifts of kisses
Re-living our first embraces
with hearts pulsing
Music
Now
Freely composing itself
for our time yet to come
Living in a choral harmony
with love’s true verses
Coursing rivers
Amidst the patient rythms of
Lasting
Eternity…
You Ain’t Touching My Guns
By Nug Revol
I’m sorry to hear about that massacre and all
Now to ban our assault weapons they’ll call
A few deaths of children is a small price to pay
To have guns that hundreds of bullets can spray
If I ever find that I have to defend my kin,
I must have a gun that’s sure to let me win
That guns don’t kill people simply isn’t true
As all will have to see when I am through
If the government dares to pass some ban
Let them come take it away if they can
No matter about the feds and their might
For I know my Second Amendment right
I’m not paranoid for it is very plain to see
Against folks like me, there’s a conspiracy
If to confiscate my assault weapon they try
From my cold, dead fingers they’ll have to pry
softly touching (I feel a stir...)
upon keys
a piano speaks
in cello
fluttering chords
tugs strings
deep within
(a deep tingling sensation within...)
sadness flows (My eyes tracing...)
dancing with emotion
feelings flowing
a river
joining hearts
flowing an ocean
in salted emotions
(a focused soul with open arms...)
our world (I embrace with joy...)
so much suffering
powerless to help
on bated breath
shawled within crying
fluttering so gently
a floating breeze
each string cries
(as my heart flutters above oceans...)
as the piano speaks (I hear a soft whisper...)
softly telling
the story
a wounded sparrow
cries a songbird
fluttering broken wing
(as my fingers reach out to caress...)
I last-touch
the tiny giggle
of the hand that carelessly lets go
a moment of a horizon-less lifetime.
And she lifts her head
encoppered curly hair
framing the face
that uncle Chagall will want to possess on canvas,
Raphael will woo with the charm of a Reborn man,
Renoir will gently daub in moving light.
I take away the giggle
and delicately arrange a small place
for it to nestle off to sleep
among the most gentle, manly words
I can release from my heart.
my every thought
lingers in the passion
that is you
every touch
is like the wind
airbrushing the lake
soft ripples flowing
towards the center
vanishing
until the next brush
of your hands
gently gliding
down
each kiss
paints me autumn's colors
making my breath rise
then fall like the shadows
on walls as the sun seduces
the clouds
each day
i grow more vibrant
in color blushed
of horizon's edge
and shine
with the same brilliance
from within this heart
that's filled with love
because of you...
Written Oct 24, 2012
Entered on Nov 8, 2019
Love is the answer poetry contest
sponsored by LuLoo