Best Untouched Poems

She is soothing music,
but an unwritten script.

A silent movie,
but visually, cinematic elegance.

Infatuated lyrics thirst to
compose onto tones of her curves.

Her tongue is a sensual dance,
a...

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She's untouched fruit
from forbidden orchards
barren and wrinkled
with fragmented twigs,
whirling to the beat
of melancholic musings 
of black-winged butterflies 
that croon and reflect
the true tragedy of a...

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An untouched piano has no purpose,
like a lonely clown without a circus.
A boat has no destiny stuck at shore,
silent like a lion who's lost its...

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In the narrow margin between life and death,
I feel as I'm walking a tightrope - but balancing.
I'm a portrayal of metaphors, 
illuminating like spring's moon,
who...

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A promise should never remain silent.

In pursuit of our principal pledge -
I ponder her secret garden,
within the province of our paradise.

For her love is 
an...

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Vivid flashbacks from bloodshed battles
his soul still ravaged by devious dictators,
cries from fallen comrades still echo in his mind,
but he continues to walk upon a...

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Be gone..
Do not look me in the eyes 

We were not belongers
But,Intruders 
who happened to trespass 
into each other's  lives 

We were no Romeo...

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“I know my heart will never be the same
But I'm telling myself I'll be okay”
Sara Evans

My heart no longer
beats the same,
as I’ve wiped away 
tainted...

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I find you alone
in your favorite room of sorrow and suspense,
the woman I cherish more than victory or divine sense,
long untouched, you stare into a...

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Many eons passed on Earth, who only saw your face
Untouched your virgin body, floating there in space
Waxing, waning, gibbous, crescent, quarter, full and new
Selene the...

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"The Ballad of The Poet Destroyer"

Destroyer, and creator of words
Flying high on the wings of a bird
Drowning every inch, by foes and friends
Where has she...

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If you could paint a picture of silence
What color would it be?

Would you use a brush to paint the fog
in shades of gray, a touch...

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The story behind this poem
The curiosity of many of my readers (many of them women) was excited in my previous poem ‘Passion in Black and...

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She cocooned herself
Spinning the thread tightly
Around her troubled mind
Knowing out there
Out there were the people
Who watched her unwind
Who could not be kind
Losing ground
Every day
She fought...

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Line of enquiry:
"We look for that that does not come and go
it cannot be organic form, subject to decay 
thoughts and beliefs are fickle, how...

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