Short Unkissed Poems
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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
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
A ghost of gold in the morning light,
With tiny hands holding the ocean mist.
I watch the younger me take flight,
Through clocks of glass dreams—unkissed.
The silvery mirror starts to melt,
A childhood wish I once had felt,
Currently echoing where stars exist.
And then for years
It was all he could do
To drink and read Machado.
While poems got drunk
Before breakfast,
And she lay unkissed,
Dom Antonio gave blood
From both of his wrists,
Then closed his bag,
Bowed with care,
And left him injected
With a certain alertness
Which for the time being
Kept him aware.
you gave a bajou
and the summer rain
toppled and confused
we left under our own accords
In the morning
we recanted,
sitting in misery
you said you never loved us
we tried to stroke our bruised egos
but the arcane wind was chaffing,
with the rest of your friends
we sweetly languished
unkissed by the dawn
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.
chapped lips,
unkissed for many years,
cracked and swollen,
like my stone cold heart,
these lips see only tears
hardly a reason for them to part
do they make chap-stick
for the lost and lonely heart?
if they do, tell me, don't lie
how would I apply it
the comforting balm
of waxy protection
from the ache that makes me cry
After you have told your lover goodbye,
you lean into days gone:
the unkissed mouth, the bed still made,
cotton caressing cotton caressing cotton.
You move through the unheard-of night,
kneel on the eternal front stoop.
The porch swing moves
to the evening's soft exhale.
In the damp heat of a Southern night,
you feel breath on your neck, turn
to see air still moving.
That cameo was my secret grief.
He will make you sing,
the hooded moon.
Not a sacred thing
Kissing the toes of a traveller
for fecundity.
In doorway it was between
us and them for bargaining
for Dahlias.
Lips unkissed will call for
honey from bees.
Eyes will srarch for a candle.
In alien land of flames
and tumultuous desires,
the golden breasts will take revenge.
Satish Verma
I learned to live unkissed
untill I was blessed being kissed.
As you first cast a slant glance
deep dense piercing my heart
I was alarmed and charmed
and got whelmed being alert !
Eternal time took momentary pause !
Seven heavens stepped in
reaching me to my desired haven.
Love was sealed
experiencing bliss of first kiss.
Walking her tight-rope
Night falls just when dawn
Puts on her eyeshades to learn how to cope.
Changes in morning occur
As light-shards invade,
Undress dark, and ignite dawn's zest further.
Glints of daylight begin
When grass shakes awake,
And breezes stir as trees start to limber.
Listen, catch whispers
Of dawn's waking yawns
As she waits at Sun's door, young and unkissed.
No words,
no thoughts,
remained unkissed, unwed
by a shapeless white death.
Still under the spell,
I squatter before the moon,
peeling off, to receive
the ultimate.
I am trying,
to find the roots,
of unknown.
Breaking protocol, for a
moron liability, unclouding
the dark sky. It was homecoming
of a Michelangelo to repeat
the performance.
I want to write
a dirty poem
Satish Verma.
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.
O to be beside the sea
When winter’s cloak unfurls
To sit beneath a silent moon
and watch the waves recoil
O to be beside the sea
Taste salt on unkissed lips
To drown below a million stars
The icy burn of frozen fingertips
O to be beside the sea
Now visitors have left
A town so full of life
Falls silent and bereft
O to be beside the sea
A chance to dream and weep
As the solitude of winter
Renders this coastal town asleep
She followed me downward,
her lips were on fire
From the depths of her lake,
every wish she inspired
Water everywhere,
lily pads on end
A frog left unkissed,
the price of pretend
She looked at me sadly,
the bottom came soon
My arms reached out madly,
to drown or to swoon
Her voice calling gently,
my spirit renamed
As my soul she undressed,
—inside her again
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2017)
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.