Touches Poems - Poems about Touches

At the mountain's peak, where the sky touches the earth

At the mountain's peak, where the sky touches the earth,
Stands the graceful woman, determined in every moment, for every soul,
She trembles slightly, like a bird waiting, gentle in her love,
Her story unfolds in blue echoes, under the gaze of the stars.
In the pale moonlight, she speaks of the cold that froze the homes,
She asks with

Treasures

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 Touches The Sea

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.

God Tingle Touches Us

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

In a world that touches my soles like a lost whisper

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

Winter Touches

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

I am too sensitive, every breeze touches me, every sound pierces my silence

I am too sensitive, every breeze touches me, every sound pierces my silence,  
I feel everything pouring into me, like a silent sea swallowing all the unseen storms,  
all the emotions of the world swirl within me, like birds flying too close to my heart,  
I am moved by myself, I am

touche touches

I rested thought, 
letting it drift, 
willy nilly,
like a dry leaf floating imponderous.
Felt my heart. 
murmur its seance,
tapping my conscience,
to bleed
true regrets. 
in mantras of 
taut touche touches.

I loved you with a quiet love, like a man loves a woman he never touches

I loved you
with a quiet love, like a man loves a woman he never touches, keeping only paper memories.
I wrote back to you, but your silence became a reversed volume of lost dreams.
Had I met you, perhaps we would have been unjust to each other or to ourselves.
It was better this way.
Now, I reflect on

When allah touches you with good, no one can lead you other way

I was never really interested in what people had on their Tests.
Sometimes I did the mistake, but then I followed up saying: 
,,Next time it will be great"
Or
,,Don't worry, in every beginning is a big price ahead"
I never received such a message ever whenever I got my test.
So I choose to put them in my

I Marvel how Touch touches me

I marvel how touch touches deepest chord, 
That rest of senses scarce can ever match, 
Time heals old wounds, touch stays on for long stored, 
And leaves a sign, a lasting mark to etch, 
I marvel how touch deep feelings does fetch. 

Take the feel of mother's hand on forehead, 
A garland of hug never

Caressing Touches

Caressing touches are so luscious 
That emotions so crush us.

Temping smells are so attractive 
Causing desires so reactive.

Soothing voices are so alluring 
Creating thoughts so enduring.

Our feelings are so addictive 
Our behavior so predictive.

The Finis Sing Touches Touche

The finis sing touches touché

Knead dull brows knitted; 
belief system I cogitate 
gearing thee ordinary bipedal hominid 
acquiesces to deck the halls 
of the mountain (dew) king with boughs 
of sister golden haired 
sprinkling angel dust 
from cremated remains 
in bleak midwinter
unwittingly interweaving pagan rituals 

tacitly accepted yet quietly jeered
as anathema to march of the

Son Touches Fathers Gun

Bennett Kenneth got an eyeful
Upon touching his dad’s rifle:
An eyeful by far more helpful
Than Dad’s angry words - a roomful…

Or so had reasoned Mister Ken,
Who had Bennett taught more with pen,
Ben’s tasks to write things up to ten,
Such that he would never ask “When”.

“But now what could he have written?
“Next time, thy flesh shall be

When a Poet Touches a Flower Poetrix

when a poet touches a flower
           poetically its petals
           turn into wings!

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