Touch Me Not Poems | Examples

Touch -me- not -plant

Oh, touch -me-not plant,                                                                                     Are you a mere sleepy plant?,                                                                                     I am a shy plant.

Garden of Delights

Garden Delights, a set of stamps
from 2024.
features stamps in which there are
different scenes of four.

A ruby-throated hummingbird
takes great delight
in hovering near a flower,
each a pretty sight:

A zinnia, cigar flower,
a spotted touch-me-not
and the fourth – a sunflower,
which I like a lot.

Oh, Sunflower, with large florets center,
be prepared to meet
the hummingbird approaching you
with her nectar sweet.

Dreams Within Dreams

My eyeballs move as though witnessing scenes within eyelids.
Face, just like obeying commands of some far-off spirits, skids
Heaven, with the triune god and the angels illumine
I cross the boundaries and reach all realms beyond human

Truth and untruth are tenderly mixed like milk and water.
Where's my skill gone that culls out shapes from mud as a potter?
There's a sensation. It's like the touch on a touch-me-not.
Between what's seen and unseen, known and unknown, there's a knot.

As a small drama that is enacted within a long play
Does the unsaid truth sparkle, piercing the veils of each ray?
Do the deeds of good overpower the deeds of evil?
Between brain, bones, blood, nerves, and muscles, there's an upheaval.

Sitting aside my flowing stream of thoughts and thoughtlessness
Do I, the dreamer, discover my own dream's plotlessness?
Cuffed with cautions, causations, cognitions, and cogitations
Aren’t each dream and the dreamer bound by vague limitations?

feeling alive

breathing the cool breeze 
birds sing joy-filled melodies ---
blossoms ballet-dance 

waking from its sleep 
touch-me-not smiles at tall trees ---
nostalgic leaves nod

Floating Figure

Seraph in señora form
She moves. Nay, floats
Across opulent floors...
Swaying
Strolling
Sauntering
Her unnoticed, untouched outfit
touching touch-me-not touch
Her crystal topaz physique....
Spirit
Searching 
Something that’s unseen

Sundrops

Perennially, like the angels, bloom with a bright smile
Like the sun, radiant with perpetual light and life
Ever youthful, and like the goddess Dyana, fruitful
How slimly and sternly you are held by a green stem fife!

Like the primrose or Auricula, bright yellow or pink
Cuter than Primulas, Polyanthuses, and Pansies
Of course, not like the touch-me-not! Night and day, yet you blink.
Your smile and scent are beyond all fashion-showy fancies.

it's, yet, your spiritual greatness that pulls me to you.
Cosmically healing all and triggering optimism
You heal, they say, and restore any person to youth too.
Does, in your shade or fade, anyone find true pessimism?

Do you, dear, yet live devoid of existential crisis?
I know it's in overcoming these that you find your bliss.

Controversy

touch me not I said 
you touched me, yet, so wildly ---
I am shrunk today 

20 July 2023

Death of a Loved One

Death of a loved one

Fifty-five years! More or less! I did not know, then,
How, to your adieu, o mother, I said Amen;
Later, like the ache of an amputated limb,
Existence, like a gloom-glaring jail cell, grew grim...!

I know, from the frail earthen pitcher of physique,
Your soul, O my mother, that, for long, was homesick;
Had taken its flight far from this interim earth,
And amalgamated into the endless mirth...!

It's not due to doubts about your life eternal,
Nor the chance of being a creature infernal;
Your passing through the gateway of naked newness,
Is as clear as crystal to me, though seems clueless…!

Tingles of your touches tinged into tenderness,
Turned too into touch-me-not of tentativeness;
Your existence in me is a continuum,
It's not a cloudy chemical residuum...!

I know your death is not a dark dusk but a dawn,
Designs of resurrection are dazzlingly drawn;
Ignorance that ignites the minds with illusion,
Fails to form fundamentally free faith fusion...!!!


04 April 2023
Death of a loved one Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
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Springtime Villanelle

Rays of golden sun, at orange dawn, I enjoy...!
I wake up, hearing chirps of birds at four O’ clock;
At fifties! Yet, I feel, as though a little boy...!

The earth and the heavens celebrate springtime-joy, 
Timely changes in weather never my glee block;
Rays of golden sun, at orange dawn, I enjoy...!

Newborn baby animals race around in cloy,
In ponds around, bullfrogs in chorus gaily croak;
At fifties! Yet, I feel, as though a little boy...!

Breeze, as though touch me not, feels me and fades in coy,
Within feelings, like salsa, to xylophones, rock;
Rays of golden sun, at orange dawn, I enjoy...!

Seed drowsing, spring up and shoot up fresh green savoy,
Migratory birds to their homelands fly in flock;
At fifties! Yet, I feel, as though, a little boy...!

Sunshine! Shower! Wedding of foxes! Dogs convoy!
Ducks and geese and swans and swamps display their catwalk;
Rays of golden sun, at orange dawn, I enjoy...!
At fifties! Yet, I feel, as though a little boy...!


15 April 2022
Springtime Villanelle Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Sotto Poet

Spring Arrives

Petals seem to perspire; pearls of crystal dew drops glare
Sun rays, finding them hurdle in kissing each flower
Dries them off mercilessly; falls on flowers naked
Shyness spread wings; touch-me-not gloomily gets faded
Upon bold roses and lilies butterflies romance 
Nectar, within, vitality-built, their love enhance
Several rainbows levitate over long landscape
Shame-filled on their colorlessness, virgin clouds escape
Flocks of birds, on sky-canvas, colorful designs draw,
O sweet spring, at your grand arrival, I stand in awe...!


08 March 2022
Form I - Imagism - New poem Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France

Sun In Moods

spending sleepless night
extends his soft dawning touch ~
wakes up the lotus 

chill charm cloud maidens
sing dance hold beauty parades ~
his angry shades torch

scorches many buds
failing to get their consents ~
repents and calms down

like a groom on oath
plays touch-me-not with the fogs ~
exhibits his haste  

stars struggle to blink
newborn chicks in basket coops ~
he moves solemnly


10 November 2021

Touch Me Not

saddling sandstorm soul
shedding stealthy swift shy smile
showcases silence



30 August 2021

Magdalene

Tortured and a prisoner
To demons of my past
One man knocked and entered
Healed and free at last

One man knew and loved me
Despite who I was then
He saw divine potential
Found and reached through him

One man led by example
To choose the better part
It cannot be taken from me
It’s in my soul, my mind, my heart

One man returns to me
A light breaking like the dawn
Piercing dark clouds of grief
Perfect love still lives on

One man says touch me not
As I weep at his feet
Ascension cometh first
Before an embrace so sweet

To one man my life’s devoted
The savior of my soul
Beloved by you eternally
A broken heart made whole

Viral Wrath

A mask hides what is to happen next
all dark stair steps, will future be vexed?

Unknown disease, please touch me not 
a nimble mind sits, fearful in distraught.

Flux of arduous mist, in smoke of doubt 
dread enslaved bodies, banned going out.

Unstable present, put in bottomless holes
forgotten dreams, crushed beneath soles.

Hopes galore, will they drown in ocean? 
desert of thirst, catastrophic commotion.

Puppet show on, lurking shadows behind,
coffins wait in bedside, death so unkind.

Embracing a bedlam, void of uncertain path
Can ventilators douse flames of viral wrath?

Rumbling in darkness, no sleep in our eyes
O power of Lord, ...when will the sun rise?




31st March ,2020

Sonnet 39 'There Is a Restless Stirring In the Breast'

There is a restless stirring in the breast,
A Sap, not even wakened Summer brings…
No song, but the beginnings of a Song,
A few notes hinting unenvisaged things
Seed-words, that – as yet – cannot quite be sung
Foundation-stones of temples yet unborn.
As a hero in the womb still sucks his thumb,
As the shadow of a sapling’s thin and wan,
So does the Spirit of the Resurrection,
Entombed no more, speak softly at the dawn:
‘O touch me not, for I am not yet risen!
Go tell the others that I am not gone!’
And every Christ and angel and elf sings,
The Gladness of the Day, that Easter brings!

4/2/2019

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