For Your Touch Longing Poems | Examples
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my tears flow freely
longing for your touch, your voice
missing you deeply
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. . . To be precisely placed ‘pon your shelf:
between, “Great Expectations and “Gone with the Wind,”
a best seller, “The Notebook, against the latest version of “Vogue”
Take a look
and touch me
Trace verbs *like braille*
observing
each chapter,
I long to be,
a book . . .
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* scribbling *
- - and aching for your touch
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While your name is being traced beside mine, as I speak,
your words seem to take shape and then rearrange my breathing.
The second I am lost in the maze that is you, eagerly searching,
the wind finds your whisper of, “I Need You” … and I become weak.
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Longing for your touch
~A romantic scribble ~
Sunday December 19th, 2021- Poem of the Week
A gentle murmur from receding waves
the tender sound
of your voice
rippling
words.
Sand
trickles
through my toes
as time goes by
I think of you and hunger for your touch.
*Words in italics from "Unchained Melody"
as sung by The Righteous Brothers
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Visual 2
Contest: Double Tetractys 2
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Placed 2nd
© 5th September 2020
Please, Sleeping Giant, wake unto these loving eyes;
I hunger for your touch as you rest in peaceful slumber.
Longing for such love might well certain my demise;
denying heart’s desire, rather, brings incessant wonder.
I gently stroke each tender brow and press my cheek to yours.
The warmth of you induces sleep ~ we meet inside a dream!
And, now, I know the truth... Love is everything and more;
I wake and rise to my new life; your love has set me free!
We meet here quite often to share our love untold.
Inspired and rejuvenated, we no longer yearn
for we are together, enlightened and so bold,
erasing the fierce hands of time in each attempt to turn.
Dead Man's Island, Dingle Peninsula, Ireland
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http://www.pasteljourney.com
The rhapsody of duskfall’s sky pulses in
irregular beats tonight ,as I gaze at dotted stars
fleeting beyond this moment absent from,
nonchalant about a life of earthly radiance…
and summer’s flame caresses my body
tingling clinging invading a certain quietus
where my very soul weeps for your touch
ghostly or vaporous , as I fold the last pile
of clothes from the attic: the musk scent
wafts around me, like a glide of a river
fathomless like single immersed dive
into an unknown eternity where your passing
rakes my seasons-- hour after hour.
3/21/2018
Broken Wings’ Contest: Five Words, Please