Saffron threads ~ a mere pinch
the dish elevated to an elegant affair
a blessing ~ lucky diner’s delight
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
I knew not when we met it would be forever
for it was such a fleeting glance, a finger touch
against your painted nails, ‘till recently concealed;
yet it lingered for a fleet and one, whoever
was, that held a second long, it doesn’t matter much,
for in that brevity of time, our fate was sealed.
Soft touch
No long notes
Just feel it
Get the message
No writer is perfect
Yet inspiration can’t be disallowed
When poetry intrudes nature
So let’s go slow but steady
Let’s share let’s touch let’s heal
Despite the time despite the realities
Deliver your worth
Such is a legacy of a living soul
Remember you won’t live forever
So let go slow but steady
Lets tell the truth to the young
Let’s build a world that accommodates peace
The world needs to stop bleeding so
Get the message
No writer is perfect
Just feel my
Soft touch
There could never be a more gentle hand
than that of a mother and her loving touch.
The emotional bond takes place, unplanned
by the one who loves her child so much.
Even months before her babe is due to be born,
her shielding hands can often be found
on her tummy, protecting the child she's sworn
to keep healthy inside of her, safe and sound.
When she hears the wail of its first cry,
her gentle hand will count toes and fingers.
Her tears will then fall, and she'd heave a sigh
while on her infant, the mother's sight lingers.
With comforting hands, she will offer healing
when her toddler falls while learning to walk.
Applauding hands when proud and revealing
her pleasure at the first words her child will talk.
Soothing hands, she has through childhood days.
Year after year, a mother's story will unfold.
Tender hands showing love and affection ~ always
in her heart, a child is a treasure, no matter how old.
Written on 4th September, 2025 for the international poetry contest "WA Gentle Hand" sponsored by Mystic Rose Rose. Placement 2nd.
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God’s hands are softer than the snowflake.
His tender touch feels like falling dew,
blown by a gentle breeze~
Soothing as a whisper on the ear,
a feather-stroke that lulls us to sleep
as babies.
As it was in our cots,
His tender touch still cares—
a guiding light for our feet
against the serpent’s bite.
And when troubles torment,
He calms us with His soothing balm,
brushing our faces
until they sparkle with peace.
From infant cradles
to the courts of adulthood’s scorn,
His tender care endures.
He pours His grace
in the warmth of a prodigious embrace.
Though He has filled our lives
to the brim with His care,
His magnificence remains more vast
than the waters of the oceans.
Nothing compares to God’s tender touch:
refining us like the sunbeam’s glow
through the hands of a gentle potter,
flowing like the river’s nourishing stream,
to protect, to guide, to guard, to restore
our fragile souls.
King Midas and The Golden Touch
A wish was granted to a king
King Midas I am told.
He wished that everything he touched
Would turn to solid gold.
But soon he found he couldn’t eat,
He couldn’t drink nor sleep -
His pantaloons had turned to gold,
His horses and a sheep.
And so he prayed his wish be gone
Admitting to his greed,
He had to jump into a lake
In order to be freed.
And as he jumped into that lake
The bottom turned to gold -
That gold was gathered by a king
King Croesus I am told.
As I touch your erogenous zone,
I think I'm there all alone.
But I'm there with your mother,
as in walks your little brother,
who proclaims it's time for me to go home.
Life is a touch to say,
Use it to shine the way.
Only a blind man walks in darkness
What do you hope to see in the dim,
Oh, you fogged mortal eyes?
Shine the way.
Life is a touch to say,
Use it to shine the way.
Shine, and shine, I say
Illuminate the world today.
When nature touches my soul
The soft winds sing to my heart
Sun’s energy fills my body
I again have balance in my life
Don't touch me, If I wish, you will do, Don't kiss me , ..... if I wish, you will do, Don't mingle me, if I wish, ..... you will do
TOUCH :- to come in contact of someone/something
or feeling something against the skin.
How ordinary the word is,
How ordinary the definition is,
However, the sensation is not.
While pressing the skin against something/someone
that is as abstract as our own-
Somehow makes us feel safe,
As if we have everything we need to battle all the
insecurities we have grown.
At that moment,
Everything seems to vanish,
the only thing that remains for a quick moment is that
sense of safety,
It doesn't make any difference even when the
epidermis is blemish.
Sometimes it can be as ordinary as the definition
itself.
However, in times it can change the perception of
vulnerability,
"Touch" can make one feel 'home',
Nevertheless is horrific when transcend.
The sensation is poetic somehow.
Perhaps exceeds poetry in explaining the purpose.
I believe it's as expressive as words can never be,
Does it make all feel this way, or is it just me?"
Comment toucher une fleur
et la faire éclore
en la pénétrant du regard
jusqu'à ce qu'elle s'épanouisse
sous le sceptre de ton regard
Let me see
something fine,
smiley eyes.
Let me hear
something nice,
words of love.
Let me feel
something good,
smooth caress.
7 lines /7syllables
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she was touched by a phantom
becoming a phantom too
both boarded coral carriage
wheels grate cobble streets in mist
opera seats were waiting
then to swirl on dancing floor
she relished escaping hours
Oh, touch -me-not plant, Are you a mere sleepy plant?, I am a shy plant.
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