Fog, a white breath
pressing the world flat,
the outline
forgotten.
Rain falling,
softening
the shape of the day.
Memory moves,
a pale pressure,
a drift.
Clouds break.
A ray of sun.
A memory sparks.
Memory begins to fog;
names mist over,
slowly,
ebbing.
Fragments remain:
thoughts behind mist,
whispers of light.
a hush gathering,
the day thinning,
thought fading.
Not ruin.
Not collapse.
Only the mind
slowly forgetting.
Make me tremble, Dear, with dulcet delight.
Whisper mellifluously in my ear,
and let me see stars exploding tonight.
You have my permission; break my veneer.
Shatter all doubts that I may have of you.
Jack hammer my heart. I want it to pound
as gently you kiss my lips like you do.
In your caresses, I want to feel drowned.
Stir me with feelings I’ve not felt before.
All of my emptiness you can backfill.
Wreck me for feeling this way any more
with anyone else. Please say that you will!
With your soft touches, Dear, go on a spree;
utterly, lovingly demolish me.
Contest: Pick-A-Title Vol. 58
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Date: 23.07.2026
By soft touches, he weaved his way into my heart
Demolished my hesitations and destroyed my uncertainties
With roving hands, he explored my very center
With loving eyes, removed every barrier
Silently he scanned my sacred being
Soothing my faltering soul with velvet murmurs
He broke my pride with his patient perseverance
He wrecked my emotions and made me his
He crushed every qualm with his raging passion
With his stealthy moves, I come fully undone
When I'm with him, the whole world fades away
He has become my everything, my go-to-mate
His serene tenderness obliterated my reticence
And I can boldly say, "I love you, my darling"...
The bastioned confidence of quarried pride
Conceived no ingress save by iron decree;
Yet vesper-dew, where noiseless graces bide,
Tutored the adamant to clemency,
Till lichened liturgies, by increments unseen,
Unthroned the obdurate from its sovereign mien.
The littoral catechised the granite's bone,
Not with assault, but sacramental wear;
Each undeciphered ripple, one by one,
Absolved the precipice of all its air,
As though the meekest ordinance of tide
Could loose what catapults had never tried.
Thereafter—vision trespassed into sense:
A child, ungarlanded by name or throne,
Inclined his silence with such innocence
That altitudes remembered they were sown;
The mountain, recollecting elder birth,
Relinquished all pre-eminence to earth.
Then every fortress, founded upon weight,
Began to expatriate its ancient claim;
The stars themselves postponed their sovereign state,
As though eternity had altered name;
And what no conflagration could dissever,
One feather of the Infinite undid for ever.
Lady in Red, striking a lovely pose,
Her silhouette speaks poetry, not prose.
Upon the charming grace of a kitten -
Jaws drop, eyes boggle wide and hearts smitten.
Her “scent” bedazzles Al Pacino's sight,
Her elegance empowers Paris' might,
Her aura fevers my fascination,
I leave her touch to imagination.
In lyrics of De Burgh all has been said -
Epitome of love - Lady in Red!
July 19, 2026
At first I wasn’t even interested in him
Failures in love made my passion dim
But his chocolate charm won me over
His humor disarms like a gift
Like a green four leaf clover
How lucky I am that he loves so freely
Winning me over certainly wasn’t easy
Dipping my toe into red volcano his love
Was dangerously freeing hot and sexy
Soft hard then soft again touches so grand
Lips quivering legs shivering
Melting my inhibition like
Ice in summer’s July
I cherry chant as I gaze in eyes
Soft touches take me high
make me cry
demolition by soft strides
Your words were soft, almost holy.
You held me until the static in my mind went quiet,
and for a moment, I floated
on a perfectly still ocean.
Then came your warning: Behave.
A cold hand pulling the curtain back on the act.
Was it all a performance?
Now the quiet feels like a trap,
and I am walking blindly,
waiting for the floor to drop beneath me.
Are you trying to rot my conscience from within?
To build an armor around me,
only to strip it away
once you’ve bent me to your hidden design?
Stop playing games with my shadow.
I am tired of dying in installments,
of being eroded piece by piece.
If you are going to strike, do it now—
drive the blade deep
and leave me completely broken or completely free.
Some have a hard exterior,
A common defense -
A protection from the outside world
When inside, one feels tense.
With soft touches of kindness
And gentle considerate thoughts,
A demolition of such defenses
Can afford to be bought...
Consider the Tortoise and its shell
With its foresty coloured contours.
If the Tortoise never came out,
Would we see that smile we adore?
Would it move about and eat?
Would it have strong, fast legs and feet?
Sooner or later it would be gone
To the sorrow of those who own that one.
But with soft touches and gentle coaxing,
Out pops those wrinkly limbs
And that cute little round head
With its adorable grins.
A demolition of fear,
Of insecurity,
Of the thoughts of possible danger
And this creature roams happy and free!
... And so it is with people
Who have been taught to be afraid.
With a demolition by soft touches,
New friendships can be made.
You pour your heart out in a poem
bursting with emotion and sincerity,
then share it with the world to see.
You rush delivery ignoring any typos.
Your readers may not be too understanding
that you did not care to make an effort.
Readers honour you with their time
when they read the lines you've written,
the least you could do is make it worth their while.
If you don't think highly enough of your poetry
to warrant scrutiny and revision,
you'll find many will not take you seriously.
Not only will you be overlooked...
but you may just come off as the amateur
in competition with a fifth grader
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Laughter doesn't roam around a sad face,
Smile rarely book its place on a frown eye;
Where simplicity scares away its trace,
To set standard as deep as heavy sigh.
But tears might be hidden in cruel man's heart,
So fear resides in a happy man's mind;
That love rips not his loyalty apart-
For once; be twice shy of its vicious kind.
Brilliance doesn't possess strength to aim right,
When focus lacks the vision to keep track...
When moon gets no stars' rays at darkest night,
Let alone beep through one of such spark's stack.
Same goes with blind idea stolen from you,
Such won't materialise the best cum view.
touch of a friend when ill
thoughts of past adventures
tender moments of love
trusting beyond knowing
times my compassion won
two lives becoming one
triumph through tragedy
Sky is opposite
Of the sea, but
They are friends
They touch each other
Part of nature
Differ composition
One is gas, one is liquid
Same beautiful
Same color blue
Same in mystery.
We are born aware of our soul’s treasure.
We know we are from spirit sourced designs
and graced with faith traits far beyond measure.
These truths grow loose when spirit earth aligns.
As earth life feeds us human emotions,
we drift from truth and our hearts refashion.
Days of human ways grow false held notions.
God nudges us to reclaim His passion.
When a child, God tingle-touches our skin.
We feel otherness seeking us aware
with love seeped passions that ignite within.
We cannot name it but thrill to its flair.
Time bends us to lend us a spirit mend
for it’s when pained that we seek beyond sight.
When we strive for a spiritual blend,
it is in quiet we find truth’s bright might.
In a world that touches my soles like a lost whisper,
I wander through realms where light is a never-ending rainbow,
And I wish to rise with the sun in its golden carousel,
To become a ray dancing on the edges of eternity.
I see the white foam, a bridal gown wrapped in blue waves,
And I wish to tie my soul to the edge of an unspoken dream,
To float upon the sea of the unknown, like a thought lost on the horizon,
To disappear like a shooting star and be found as a memory.
I see the black sky, a velvet cloak adorned with the silver moon,
And I wish to pitch a tent on the land of boundless shadows,
Where my echo would be a symphony of honey and wind,
To be viewed as a portrait that births new universes with each gaze.
I wish for someone to see me, to witness my paradox,
To understand me without knowing me, to seek me in the secret of a dream,
To feel me without touching me, to be light caught in time,
In a universe where I am more than the shadow of a setting desire.
With falls last remnants dangling- winter touches
Scarecrows and masked children say "So long" for now
First flakes of white make the snow globe come to life
Sleigh-riders sit tight
The evergreens sparkling their pines from the moon
On the lake the ice-fishers trout takes the bait
Mountaintops of snow like icing on cupcakes
Firepits in flame
Leafless trees of empty bird and squirrel nests
Foot stomps from bucks while they're chasing does in heat
White rabbits run- the coyote on the prowl
Broke branches crackle
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