Best Unkissed Poems
Yesterday, your beauty enamored me,
your whispered touch so soft against my skin,
your face glowing like sun beams on the sea.
Why did you fill my soul with such chagrin?
Today, you linger only as wisps of
fragrant memories and lost lonely love
that haunt me and taunt me throughout my day.
Why did you have to leave and go away?
Tomorrow, brings sorrow of you unkissed.
As time turtles on you will move along,
without the thought of knowing I exist.
Why are my feelings about you so strong?
Yesterday with beckoned promise we met.
Today we dance in a strange pirouette.
Tomorrow the sun will refuse to shine
never knowing that you could have been mine.
Lost in your world of ever changing hue,
white to blue, no one can ever know you.
10/20/15
Categories:
unkissed, flower, lost love,
Form:
Rhyme
He comes to me at eventide when all is quiet, still,
As I sit alone in darkening listening to the trill.
Of night birds as they give their call rousing at the gloaming,
To begin the evening hunt and I with them go roaming.
I feel His arm around me as I walk in twilight mist.
I feel His love surround me though I remain unkissed.
He is the lover of my dreams in whom I can confide.
He is the friend and confidant in whose arms I hide.
He soothes my wounded spirit.
He heals my aching heart.
He restores my confidence,
And all my fears depart.
He is no ordinary man whose ego I must feed,
No knight in shining armor upon a great white steed.
He's good and kind and loving though He knows my every deed.
He knows me well but loves me still. He's all I'll ever need.
Categories:
unkissed, faith, love,
Form:
Rhyme
One summer eve in Galilee
I stood before my open door;
to me it seemed just one more night--
like all the others gone before.
Someone would come and, passing by,
would hear the tinkling of the bells,
would see the garish harlot's robe
and painted eyes beneath my veil.
Someone, a man like all the rest--
it did not matter much to me--
a nobleman, Samaritan,
a Roman or a Pharisee,
someone would pause and with one glance
strip me again of maiden pride,
and leaving, later, never know
the shame and shattered dreams I hide.
O, he would think me very gay;
he would not see my hollow heart
nor hear me curse him for his pay.
Just then I saw a band of men
approaching down the narrow road;
there should be one among that crowd
aho wants the favors I bestow.
Kind eyes met mine, and with one look,
He saw what others could not see;
He saw the hunger of my soul,
my loneliness and misery.
I only know that since that day
I live to walk along with Him.
His look of love has changed my life;
I need not sell my love again.
Tonight He dines at Simon's house__
all day the dusty paths we roamed;
but, still he waits, unwashed, unkissed;
small courtesies no one has shown.
My love for Him! It rolls and swells
till from His side I cannot stay;
I will wash His feet with tears of love
and with my hair wipe the sand away.
Copyright, 1987, Faye Gibson
Categories:
unkissed, christian, devotion, easter, faith,
Form:
Narrative
The sun left the sky
as I lay on the sand
with a three diamond ring
resting cold in my hand
I lay in the place
where I once wrote your name
Till soft ripples of waves
lapped in silence on shore
and washed it away
I can still see you there
whispering in my ear
and beneath a half moon
can still freeze our time
in the shadow of your tear
I remember that night
Our arms in embrace
I saw love in your eyes
and mourn on your face
I remember those lights
as the ship sailed at bay
I remember our dream
built on castles of clay
Unforgotten your voice
though lost in the mist
Years in waiting,a return
My lips still unkissed
I wonder if your fingertips
remember my hair
If in your serene sleep
You imagine me there?
Or,Have you forgotten
the promise we shared
Through new perfume of women
Does this heart go unheard?
Categories:
unkissed, boat, loss, love,
Form:
Rhyme
Am I vomiting?
Or do I throw down instead of up.
Singing with a sudden frown,
In barf upon a promised gown.
I wore it to prom as a virgin.
I wore it on my wrist.
A flower wrapped around the list,
Of ankles cankled ‘neath a face unkissed.
I’m a pimple.
Pop me till I puke.
Until the thrill of the up I chuck,
Quacks like a drunken duck.
Or high like the school?
Drooling with the fellow mule.
Assing through town unable to procreate.
The father’s horse and mom’s whatever.
Hybrids are for textbooks.
Useless as the diploma.
I forgot the words to the theorem,
I forgot the words above them.
Am I vomiting?
Am I poeting?
I threw down instead of up.
Categories:
unkissed, art, humor, humorous, parody,
Form:
Free verse
There, beyond the garden wall,
Lost among the grass and weeds
A wild rose grew beneath the trees
With fragrance blithe, to fill the breeze
And her petals soft as velveteen...
She is watered and fed by pearls of dew
But is hidden there, where no one knows
Where no one sings a song for her
To praise the beauty of her hue...
This lovely rose in solitaire
With leaves of green, and tendrils twined
Yearns to bask in joys of spring...
Where song birds nest, and robins sing
A place to show her grace, sublime...
A garden fair, an arbor high
Is just beyond the other side
She spies a crevice in the wall,
And through the slit a golden glow
She climbs the stones, and stretches small
And squeezes through, uncurling all
A virgin rose, unkissed, and shunned
Has found Eve's garden in the sun
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Categories:
unkissed, garden, nature, rose, song,
Form:
Rhyme
A poem unwritten
Uncluttered; a baby's mind
Unkissed innocence
Submitted for 'What I Really Like' Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Maureen McGreavy (Winner: 4th Place)
Date written and posted: 02/26/2019
Categories:
unkissed, analogy, metaphor, perspective,
Form:
Senryu
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
Sponsor nette onclaud
Contest Name SOFTLY SENSUAL
Deadline 9/20/2013 12:00:00 AM
26.08.2013
A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
(5th in the contest)
Categories:
unkissed, emotions, kiss, longing,
Form:
Romanticism
Elixer
Sometime ago when you were bold
you dreamt your dream of earthly fare
expecting your life would unfold
and show you what was waiting there
anticipating what's unreal
as part of lifes endearing deal.
Have you not guessed all life's the dream
from softer sleep than we should know?
Nothing is quite as it might seem
as it's observed from here below,
and all our plans that go amiss
fail in the light of failings bliss.
'tis better lost, our hearts desire,
than be the slave to life or love
no matter whent it burns a fire
nor if it's what we're dreaming of;
we have to take this costly pause
and so we lose what never was.
What's left is life that goes unkissed,
as we dream on, and search in vain
for something doctors might have missed
that adds to years, and all our pain;
a pill for death, that keeps us deep
into the dream of life we sleep.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
Categories:
unkissed, angst, betrayal, dream,
Form:
Concrete
My crush is of a rare breed,
A day without me makes her heart bleed
She's of a special twist,
She can't go a day unkissed
She's hardly a normal girl,
Her colour's extremely dull
Her nails are are pointed like a needle,
Too much for me to handle
Her hands are as soft as a baby's buttocks,
She caresses me and never stops
Her eyes, red like pepper,
She's the reason I'll live long and prosper
Her name is Kenyangi,
Though she prefers to be called Winnie Nwagi.
Categories:
unkissed, absence, best friend,
Form:
Rhyme
Consigned I am to live without your love
To grave to go without its sweetest taste
On earth to stay and never fly above
I hope my end will come with wanton haste
What use have I for life without your smile
For body that’s unravished by your hands
What use is there to live but for a while
When I count unkissed days as grains of sand
What can I hope for in my lonely bed?
When cold am I, unwrapped in heaven’s arm
Your love was once a feast on which I fed
Your promises were charms that kept from harm
But tell me, love, are you consigned to be
without the comfort of my soothing breast?
When you are weary, tell me, will you see
a woman who can grant your each request?
Consigned are you to life without my eyes
that bore for you affection in their gaze?
Consigned are you to live with other’s lies
or here to thrive and live with lover’s praise?
Consigned am I to live without you here
I smile for in my heart I know it's true
When making love, you’ll "see" me standing there
And wish that it were me in bed with you
Eileen Manassian
Categories:
unkissed, for him,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter
Elixir
Sometime ago when you were bold
you dreamed your dream of earthly fare
expecting your life would unfold
and show you what was waiting there
anticipating what's unreal
as part of lifes endearing deal.
Have you not guessed all life's the dream
from softer sleep than we should know?
Nothing is quite as it might seem
as it's observed from here below,
and all our plans that go amiss
fail in the light of failings bliss.
tis better lost, our hearts desire,
than be the slave to life or love
no matter that it burns a fire
nor that it's what we're dreaming of;
we have to take this costly pause
and so we lose what never was.
What's left is life that goes unkissed,
as we dream on, and search in vain
for something that we might have missed
that adds to years, and all our pain;
a pill for death, that keeps us deep
into the dream of life we sleep.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
Categories:
unkissed, allusion, life,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter
Autumn moon moods taunt my soul
as satirical jazz rocks locked, untold
gory stories of defeat, retreating soulless
untold joys, imploding screams unblest.
As a season, I reason stages of reproach,
storms of normalcy, winds of encroached
feelings reeling to hot to handle scandal
remissed, unkissed; insistent rare mantels.
Categories:
unkissed, autumn, moon, november, october,
Form:
Personification
My flesh is screaming,
if the cancer is me,
Then cut me out
and set me free.
No more to endure
The sight of the shore,
While drowning capsized out at sea.
If I let myself go,
limbs aching and slow,
So close to that shore,
Then no more I’ll know
Of those I have missed
Of faces unkissed
Of drowning in tears of sorrow
But to them I will pass,
a pain that will last
Forever they’ll sail,
B’neath skies overcast.
A hurt so deep
A pain they'll keep,
My drowning will anchor them fast.
So tethered am I
to what I'm denied,
A childless mother
I must abide
By rules so cruel
Yet love is the fuel
And from drowning I shall not have died.
Categories:
unkissed, anger, children, depression, heartbroken,
Form:
Rhyme
The poison apple
Found her lips, red-rimmed, unkissed;
She collapsed into a virgin abyss.
When you found her there, you carried her home,
To keep her as your very own.
You waited above her as she slept for days,
And shook her body with violent craze.
"O bride, death white, awake!"
She was pure as a child who burns at the stake.
She slept right through your true love’s kiss,
And died without such treacherous bliss.
Categories:
unkissed, death, love,
Form:
Rhyme