Best Untouchable Poems
Never confessing what just seeing you does to me
Wishing I could touch your heart
I lose myself to fear and fantasy when you come near
You are the love of another
Dreaming of you often in excusable thoughts of innocence
Wishing I could touch your face
You are above me in everything at high distances beyond
And I am the coward hiding away next to you
For you are the eye of God a beauty of completeness pure
Wishing I could touch your spirit
In these torturous waves I breath deeply of your essence
Paralyzed in the perfect desire
Through the passing of days I shall ever love and desire you
Wishing I had touched your heart
My eyes tear
For a man I cannot touch
My hands are empty
For a walk I craved so much
My mind sees visions
Memories from the past
My heart feels nothing anymore
It remains solid as a cast
A silhouette in the distance
For if you can touch it, the shadow is gone
The scent of a man or woman
Is something that lingers on
Loving the untouchable
Something we all tend to do
It keep our dreams alive
While facing reality too
Ed Pena-
Others have fallen,
publicly shame slain by the Me Too sword
Men of high society pedigree,
reduced to outcast leprosy members only
And the rave wave rage of women’s anger rises
against heifer treatment by male baboons,
perpetrated on them since the beginning of time
Now is a dangerous time for
testosterone predation
But, low priests of the phallic order
bless the foul practitioners of
lewd, misogynist behavior disorder
They serpent sway in hypnotic bliss
to the charmer’s sound ...
erogenous vibrations
sensually stimulate their injustice scales
They follow the Pied Piper blindly,
lemmings going over the cliff
But the cult idol is unmoved by their dying worship
The high priest of chaos theology
remains untouchable
His hands violate feminine flesh
with no repercussions
His hurtful words are
loathsome macho rat bait for feline debate —
that which he violates is that which he hates
Giving erect denials,
though taped confessions are heard,
he smiles with disdain ...
Untouchable is his favorite word
FBI ... fuggit ‘bout it
He wickedly wonders why everybody
is making a big deal out of it
Thinking of women as mere cattle,
who were made to sacrifice their bodies
for his ravenous carnal desires
A sperm wolf moving among the ova herd,
he howls with tweet glee ...
Untouchable is his favorite word
He boastfully mocks the fallen,
calling them men of weak pedigree
Mongrels of male impotency
Untouchable ... impervious to all
his mortal enemies
He believes his dog treatment of women,
gave him the canine path to a teflon presidency
if I knew then what I know now,
I'd allow myself to feel and speak my mind
I'd speak more and stand for myself
if I knew then what I know now,
I'd make sure my voice is heard
and be more patient with myself
if I knew then what I know now,
I'd love myself a lil bit more and let People's opinions about me to slip my thoughts
if I knew then what I know now,
I'd be loyal to myself and listen more to my inner voice
if I knew then what I know now,
I'd be more mindful with my YES and very steady with my NO
if I knew then what I know now,
I'd be unapologetically free like a bird,
Flutter my wings and sing own song
if I knew then what I know now,
I'd be more confident and a little bit more selfish with myself.
To whom deserves My time, My energy, my heart
if I knew then what I know now,
I'd make sure each second in a day counts, to leave memories worth a thought
if I knew then what I know now,
Only if...
I knew then what I know now
I'd take more risks and never hold myself down
But now that I know,
I take the chance to correct all wrongs
Do my level best to make most with the time in hand.
Now that I know,
I have created a new me,
And I walk like am wearing a rollerblade,
Ricochet, unswayed.
I'm imperceptible, I am Untouchable!!!
Anxiously awaiting
For you to arrive
As each moment passes
It gets closer to five
Looking down at the time
For the minute at hand
With slow gentle music
Coming from the band
I then look up
And my breath escapes me
For my eyes are stunned
From the sight that they see
I begin to breathe
From what seemed almost death
Because the sight of you
Could cause my last breath
How fortunate am I?
To see you here
And stand by your side
And call you dear
The scent of our love
Just fills the air
With so many watching
Seems almost unfair
Unfair to the others,
That they may not share
The love from your heart
That I’m willing to bear
Untouchable
We have our own caste system.
Our own way of separating
The elite from…everyone else
We have our own caste system.
We have our own Untouchables
Our own “acceptable” ways of showing disgust…
Towards those who aren’t pretty enough
Or thin enough
Or rich enough
Or successful enough
Or spiritual enough
Or smart enough
Or stylish enough
Or accomplished enough
To meet OUR standards…
We have our own Untouchables!
How do I know?
Because today I felt like an outcast
A failure
A good for nothing
A hideous creature
The lowest in society
In the religious congregation
In the work place
So I tried to hide
My ugly face
My outdated clothes
My pillowy arms
My tear-streaked face
My needy heart
From the perfect people
With the perfect smiles
And the perfect lives
Today, I was an untouchable…
You didn’t bother to touch my face
Or warm me with love
Or smile at me
Or give me a crumb of encouragement
Or look into my eyes
Or let me join your world
Or let me savor your success.
We have our own caste system.
I know…
For I am an UNTOUCHABLE!
Lustful hearts are too hot to hold
And depressed ones are just too cold,
These dear old hearts can't be touched
Even if they find someone they love too much,
It'll never be propper... it'll never be right
Even if they find pleasure in physical delight,
No but these hearts must change if they hope to be held
and find the illusion that they could be held... dispelled.
Breathe to the north with eyes
Filled with empty deep-blue skies
Traveling just east of my chest
Where you shall find my brokenness
In the cries of a black bird
That seals my whole-world without words
Listen for the southern touch of lips
While caressing the softness of pink sips
Swallowing every particle of a flowing moon
That gasps at the intimacy caught by the spoon
Touch me without the sense of feel
Cover up what I cannot reveal
Unchain your eyes
From the northern blue skies
Life is a balance of holding on and letting go
Where we weighed both quality of joy and sorrow
We live, we love, we cry, we understand
Sometimes too, we ask dumbfound.
Life is a gift, that is given
Uncomparable to other essential things
The mystery of joy and the hope of love
Were once a masterpiece provided by God
But beyond these -- where mirth stops
Is the endless myth of sadness, in contrast
Came upon to justify true happiness
Achieved not in our daily frolicsome needs
Nor at every junction's beauty we perceived
But in understanding of all the things that exist
Partly, how true love is attained
Not in need of every material thing...
And partly how love is lost
Because you really choose.
Donward Bughaw
For days you let me drown beneath a harsh torrential rain
Until "I'll give you once last chance, don't mess it up again"
These words ignite an extinct flame, it only took this spark
To make me turn and wonder who the hell you think you are.
A little laugh escapes me, this fuels exasperation
For you must think I'm still the girl so weak with desperation
I had to let you break me, believed callousness was truth
Why did I want this cruelty? Why did I even want you?
The storms you forecast for me, brewed to cause me strife
Seeped inside my deathlyness, brought me back to life
It forced me to remember just exactly who I am
I found myself again the day you turned your back and ran.
I swear you will regret this, my one and final 'chance'
I'll show you what it takes to be a playa with big plans
I promise you I won't mess up, of that I have no doubt
I'll make damn sure you want me back....
.....but guess who's untouchable now?
Awoke, rises from death,
A long journey embarks again;
Broke, loosen from faith,
Swiftly strike, no more bargain.
If I was a house I’d be detached
Secure in my walls, untouched
My roof angled against the rain
My windows, tightly shut, secure
My front garden neat, the back
Garden uncut, scruffy, untidy
My brickwork would be red
My front door council blue
My childhood had yellow doors
We never got the blue or green
My driveway would be long
Keeping the world outside
The gates would have a chain
Wooden panels attached to
The side walls, a gate cut
To enter the garden, via a path
A satellite dish juts from the wall
The signal welcome, the world not.
Because, if I was a house, I’d be detached.
David Cox 02/08/22
Bombs fall and
schrapnel
sprays my
burdened back
and lifting my head
I catch glimpse
of safety
I could crawl
into your eyes
to rest my head
I run to
your silk voice
my bunker
of reprieve
soft safety
in your touch
as the world
is at war and
I hide quiet
strong chest above
me guarding my
my honor
while maliced
bullets shed
angry blood
we stay
hidden as the
enemy scrambles
chasing it's tail
knawing on
it's misery
our souls safe
untouchable
the portrait model in exact the same,
the artist starts to paint again,
a flower here, a flower there,
a mountain terrain, a breeze in the air,
the canvas once empty, no portrait in view,
he scrambled for the right brush to use,
to catch the sunset as time ticked away,
to paint the beautiful scenery he may never see again,
only here for a moment, tomorrow may not look the same,
to capture the detailed beauty he saw for today,
overwhelming love and admiration that could only be seen,
incased in his heart, and his memory.
Your a damn Monster
Got too much to offer
Forget a screw up
Your gonna move up n conquer
Your smarter, stronger and work harder
Than anybody that has ever walked the
Earth, worth way too much to your team
For them to respond to a trade offer
Your a flat out winner
Who's value can't be measured
You can weather whatever storm
Mother nature sends ya
Anytime they test ya
You pass with flying colors
You understand things
That cant be described to others
Your the truth,
And anoybody that trys
To tell you any different
Cant provide the proof
You got absolutely
Nothin to prove to no one
If they think you do
Just refuse to show em
Your the destroyer of doubt
The employer of clout
The mother****** man
That performs when it counts
It's your world, everyone else just living in it
& you let them do it rent free, they should feel indebted
If the they feel any different,
you should be offended
Your John Conde
The man the myth the legend
You dont need a reputation
A reputation needs you to gain acceptance