Best Unkissed Poems
Young with roses on the cheeks
Long soft hair surrounding her face
Her neck like a beautiful swan
Gleaming eyes seeking adventures
Smells of life fruits with curiosity
Beginning of adult life ... a bird leaves the nest
Her hips are slim and soft, ready for
..... life's dance
A beginning of a long and exciting journey
The arms open to receive what will come
Her smile ..... her lips are slightly red
The blood rushes, but she has no hurry
When the time is right
..... she will enjoy
Young beautiful shining like a perfect diamond
She has her thoughts, hopes and dreams
Dreaming of the future
..... kiss her gently
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26.08.2013
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a broken mirror
a bleeding fist
a silver blade against a wrist
tears falling down to lips "unkissed"
she's not the kind you come to miss
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"unkissed rose"
an unkissed rose has no life
such is cold and passionless
a stem without touch
a petal without fragrance
a flower without love
nurture the rose to breathe
and let desires play out
return the stem to feel
return the leaf to perfume
return the butterfly whole
affections and sensations
such is life of a kissed rose
SkyWatcher
10-21-23
"The moon is an honest Manipulator,"
last night you showed off with your total eclipse.
Your enormous bright light did,
"Tie me to your Tongue."
"I learned how to live unkissed,
until" last night.
Now "I filled the night's chalice with knots of desire,"
needing to wait for the next full moon.
"If time turns, will scars stain the sky?"
Will I live to see you next month in all your glory?
Oh look at the dark clouds for,
"It's raining roses and love riots."
Tonight was very special,
I am so glad I could join the full moon for our visit.
I learned how to live unkissed,
until the day,
Your sudden presence
fractured all my cold,
And swept the heavy, quiet dust
away,
To spin a world of canvas into
gold.
I was a master of the muted
space,
A lonely scholar of the midnight
air,
Content to never look upon
your face,
Or look for passion hiding
anywhere.
The hours moved in a slow and
solemn line,
A sequence of forgotten, empty
days,
Where nothing in the universe
was mine,
And all my pathways led
through twilight grays.
I built a fortress out of frozen
stone,
Believing safety lived inside the
dark,
Resigned to walk the quiet earth
alone,
Without a flame, a glimmer, or a
spark.
But then you came with phrases
born of fire,
And drew a grander map across
my skin,
Awaking an immutable desire,
Where only silent winters used
to win.
Your long love is a brilliant,
endless stream,
An architecture masterwork of
grace,
That pulled me from a dim,
creative dream,
And locked me in a breathless,
warm embrace.
You flooded all my borders with
a light,
That re- engraved the
boundaries of my soul,
And scattered every shadow of
the night,
To make a broken history feel
whole.
With breathless words and
everlasting vows,
You wrote an anthem only we
could share,
Beneath the shelter of the
summer boughs,
Dispelling every ghost of my
despair.
Now every line I write belongs
to you,
A symphony of syllables and
light,
Where older, darker histories
withdrew,
And left us burning vivid in the
night.
We step into a grand, unwritten
text,
Where every page is vibrant and
alive,
No longer wondering what
sorrow's next,
But learning how to beautifully
survive.
The unkissed years are nothing
but a ghost,
For in your arms, the thing I
cherish most,
Is knowing not a single breath is
lost.