Not A Pretty Sight
A poem should be a pretty thing
Or that is what I once thought
Really a poem touches you
Where you are and where you are not
As there's different types of touching
There's different types of poems
Some metered some rhymed
Some just a cry
As there's touching when you
Politely just want to get by
Then there's touching when you're
Afraid and think you're going to cry
Of course there's back slapping
Hand holding and warm embrace
Then there's that last touch
Just before the color leaves you face
poem by Tom J. Mariani
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Touch
Thank you
Dont mention it
Im pleased to meet you
Dont think Im very good at this
Let me show
I dont wanna know
I just wanna go (down)
F-f-falling...the world is by your side
Falling...did you find a place to hide
I just wanna know
I just wanna go
T-t-touching you
T-t-touching you
T-t-touching you
She said, the twenty second floor
But I said, I cant think what its for
I just wanna know
I dont wanna go
T-t-touching you
T-t-touching you
T-t-touching you
Im t-t-touching you
T-t-touching you
T-t-touching you
T-t-touching you
song performed by by U2
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Touching
Touching are words expressed,
When hearts are filled with such emptiness.
Touching is that lost contact,
We long to hold and feel against our chests.
Touching are the flow of memories,
Coming when someone has left.
So touching we are when those times arrive.
And touching we wish,
To be done when the end comes.
As tears are cried.
And those with touching emotions,
Felt with sighs...
Inside.
Rising to surface...
Are not found to be at their best.
When wept!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pounding
pounding, pounding nails,
pounding heartbeats, pounding feet.
pounding voices, pounding anger,
pounding need, pounding greed.
hungry, hungry eyes,
hungry souls, hungry holes.
hungry children, hungry countries,
hungry hands, hungry man.
throbbing, throbbing blood,
throbbing dreams, throbbing schemes.
throbbing ideas, throbbing hatred,
throbbing inside, throbbing cant hide.
touching, touching hearts,
touching true, touching you.
touching forbidden, touching daring,
touching color, touching wonder.
pounding, pounding nails...
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Miracle
Deeper than deeper was my love for you
Sweeter than sweeter joy
Hoping that every day
You can go your way
I cannot hold you down
Turning the situation round a little more
Making it look like things
Are just fine
You can go your way
Shudder to think these words were mine
Touching the place that makes it a love thing
Straight to the face, one way love would be a miracle
Touching the place that makes it a love thing
Straight to the face, one way love would be a miracle
Dreamily passing by
Words sort of come and go
Wasting the time of day
I dont know
Dont you smile that way?
Smiling is all Ive got left for you
You can go your way
You can go your way
Touching the place that makes it a love thing
Straight to the face, one way love would be a miracle
Touching the place that makes it a love thing
Straight to the face, one way love would be a miracle
Touching the place that makes it a love thing
Straight to the face, one way love would be a miracle
Touching the place that makes it a love thing
Straight to the face, one way love would be a miracle
Touching the place that makes it a love thing
Straight to the face, one way love would be a miracle
Touching the place that makes it a love thing
Straight to the face, one way love would be a miracle
song performed by by Olive
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I Read Some Poems Today
i read some poems
today, and these are
poems about the flesh
touching another flesh
like the lips touching
another lips, a kiss to
another kiss, like a
body rubbing another
body, and then it went
higher than that, a
spirit touching another
spirit, ablaze, like some
flints catching fire, like
that desolate house
of bukowski where parents
forbid the children to see
that man with beautiful
eyes, on his pajama
wet with his sweat and
carrying a rhum on his
right hand and a cigarette
between his mouth.
i see, this is all about
isolation, a man's way
of getting away from
the maddening crowd
his way of loving himself
and making a part of
himself grow and glow.
the door bell rings
someone is calling
'anybody home? '
i am pressing my fingers
on some letters
my left hand rests and
touches my crouch
the woman with a shrill
voice finally stops and
leaves and i hear her
footsteps departing
i am silent, i am awake
finally i find my way home.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sensuality
Here I lay, so close to you
Knowing that you'll see me through
Another night when we'll feel the joy
The joy that makes me smile more and more
And every day I dream
Of holding you close to me
And every night I find
Me touching your lips with mine
Naahh ooooh, oh babe
It seems that time moves much too fast
Love is here and love will last
Your body's warm and sure to please
Lady of love, take all of me
Every day I dream
Of holding you close to me
Every night I find
Me touching your lips with mine
Noohhh ooooh
_ _ _ _ _ _
Every day I dream
Of holding you close to me
Every night I find
Me touching your lips with mine
Aaaah ooooh aaaah
And through the night, the touch of love will be
Forever strong and forever sweet
And giving in to passion's flow
Creates a world we want to grow
Every day I dream
Of holding you close to me
Every night I find
Me touching your lips with mine
Every day-hey-hey
Ooaoh every night
Every day-hey-hey
Whoaoh every, every night
Every day-hey-hey
Nahaooh every, every night
Every day I dream, oh I dream
Naohohh each and every night
You're moving me, soothing me, girl
Loving, touching, feeling, ooaaohh
And I'm feeling good
Ohh feels good
- F a d e-
song performed by by Isley Brothers
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There Is A Poem Which Is Not A Poem
THERE IS A POEM WHICH IS NOT A POEM
There is a poem which is not a poem
Its mind breaks its music
Its heart is too much in thought.
It does not sing us to somewhere else.
There is a poem which is not a poem
Prosaic confessional flat,
Its says its single thing from the soul
And leaves the page without implication.
How many such poems have I written
As I write this one now?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Sweet Caroline
(words & music by neil diamond)
Where it began, I cant begin to know when
But then I know its growing strong
Oh, wasnt the spring, whooo
And spring became the summer
Whod believe youd come along
Hands, touching hands, reaching out
Touching me, touching you
Oh, sweet caroline
Good times never seem so good
Ive been inclined to believe it never would
And now i, I look at the night, whooo
And it dont seem so lonely
We fill it up with only two, oh
And when I hurt
Hurting runs off my shoulder
How can I hurt when holding you
Oh, one, touching one, reaching out
Touching me, touching you
Oh, sweet caroline
Good times never seem so good
Oh Ive been inclined to believe it never would
Ohhh, sweet caroline, good times never seem so good
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Love Is A Lonely Place Without You
Love is a lonely place without you
I know Im not alone
I should not be afraid
Cause I hear your voice
And I know youre there beside me
And so I give my heart
I live to love again
But I cant let go
Of the way I feel about you
Love is a lonely place without you
I miss you
And youre almost here
And Im almost touching you
Love is a place I have to hide away
Ill never love this way again (again)
If love was ever true
I know it was with you
Cause you touch my soul and
You stay with me forever
No tears, no said goodbyes
There are no reasons why
But Im holding on
I believe in love eternal
Love is a lonely place without you
I miss you
And youre almost here
And Im almost touching you
Love is a place I have to hide away
Ill never love this way again (again)
Though Im moving on
Im still holding on - holding on - holding on
Love is a lonely place without you
I miss you
And youre almost here
And Im almost touching you
Love is a place I have to hide away
Ill never love this way again (again)
Love is a lonely place - a lonely place (x4)
song performed by by Cher
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This Poem
THIS POEM
This poem
This first poem
This last poem
This poem that invented Poetry
This one and only one poem
This fictional poem
This ideal poem
This perfect poem
This would – be holy poem
This unreal poem
This poem which is not a poem
This poem which is the essence of all poetry
This poem
And that poem
And my poem
And your poem
And all poems
Poem poem poem poem poem
This poem
Mine and yours
This one small poem of so so many
And not such a good poem at all.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The One I Love
My Love
I wish to see you,
To hold your hand and touch your face,
I wish to hear your voice,
Utter three sweet words,
I LOVE YOU,
Is all I want from hear
Staring at your photo
Not enough
I want to feel your warm embrace
Your lips
Soft like a feather touching mine
To feel your warm embrace
I want to look up
And see heavenly stars
Shining in your eyes
poem by Persian Khushi
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Sweet Caroline
(words & music by neil diamond)
Where it began, I cant begin to know when
But then I know its growing strong
Oh, wasnt the spring, whooo
And spring became the summer
Whod believe youd come along
Hands, touching hands, reaching out
Touching me, touching you
Oh, sweet caroline
Good times never seem so good
I made him climb to believe it never would
And now i, I look at the night, whooo
And it dont seem so lonely
We fill it up with only two, oh
And when I hurt
Hurting runs off my shoulder
How can I hurt when holding you
Oh, one, touching one, reaching out
Touching me, touching you
Oh, sweet caroline
Good times never seem so good
Oh I made him climb to believe it never would
Ohhh, sweet caroline, good times never seem so good
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Just touching that old tree was truly moving to me because when you touch these trees, you have such a sense of the passage of time, of history. It's like you're touching the essence, the very substance of life.
quote by Kim Novak
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A Poem Is Just A Poem
a poem is just a poem and if it is just a poem
it must be just a poem just like another poem
a poem is nothing but just a poem otherwise
it cannot be my poem; it may speak about
anything, or something, or about everything,
but my poem is just a poem just like anybody's
poem, which is just but a poem, like any other
poem, for a poem to be a poem it must just be
a poem: it has nothing to do with my love, and death
my life, or bliss, but as i have told you, once, twice
thrice, eat some rice, and be that wise, a poem is
just a poem, just like your poem. Why do you insist
on asking, what is happening to me? I am not a
poem, for i am but just the composer of the poem,
need i tell you again, that a poem is just a poem?
just like any other poem, which is just a poem
it is just a voice in my head that i have heard
someone comes and speaks and i listen so
this poem is not actually my poem but the poem
of someone else's: theirs not mine, from a mind.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Touch Of
The Touch of Your Kiss
A Touch of Your Hand
The touch of your Soft Hair
A Touch of Your Beautiful Eyes
The feel of your hair touching My Face
The Sweet smell of rain that touches Your Soul
A soft touch of a babies skin
Touch of our hearts since we met
The Touch of your smile
A Touch of your love is all I Really Need.
By Charles Kuehnle AkA xxwhitestallionx
poem by Charles Kuehnle
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Ocean of love
Locked in warm embrace
Two bodies knitted together
Hands touching
Bodies touching
Lips touching
Not wanting to be separated
Oh, the waves
Just like the waves
Of the ocean, deep clear blue
Swelling and swelling
And getting to its peak
Crashing so suddenly
It is such an ecstasy
That only two warm bodies
Can produce, swimming
Swimming in the ocean of love
Two hearts joined together
Two heart beats, beating in unison
With waves of emotion
Deep in the crevices
Until you can wait no more
And you go deeper
Until you are translated
Into the cloud
Where you are
And you cannot wait
You cannot wait
And you pant
Faster and faster
Gasping for breath
Swallowed up
In the ocean of love
poem by David Oladipupo Olorunshola
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Sensuality
FEELING hunger and cold, feeling
Food, feeling fire, feeling
Pity and pain, tasting
Time in a kiss, tasting
Anger and tears, touching
Eyelids with lips, touching
Plague, touching flesh, knowing
Blood in the mouth, knowing
Laughter like flame, holding
Pickaxe and pen, holding
Death in the hand, hearing
Boilers and bells, hearing
Birds, hearing hail, smelling
Cedar and sweat, smelling
Petrol and sea, feeling
Hunger and cold, feeling
Food, feeling fire. . . .
Feeling.
poem by Kenneth Slessor
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In The Presence Of God...
dont try to sell me
your roadmap to heaven,
with your streets of gold,
and angelic harps...
i am not interested!
in the presence of God,
(i didnt name her that, you did!) ,
all your spiritual writings
become mere pornography,
your church bells tiny bells
on the legs of ants!
i walk with her through poverty
and despair, touching, reaching out,
and touching.
holding close the child that's dying...
sitting in the cell with the prisoner waiting.
feeding the hungry, building simple shelters
for those who have no home.
standing beside those deserted,
and thought to be worthless.
naming the nameless,
giving faces to the faceless.
finding red beating hearts
beneath all the colors of skin, ...
listening, caring, touching!
in the presence of God...
thunder, lightning, and rain.
i hear and embrace the wind,
wait in silence for the leaf to turn,
and so name the seasons.
in the presence of God...
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Two Lovely Valentine Hearts
The touching of two lovely valentine hearts,
Blessing our days and warming our nights,
Filling our hearts and blending our souls,
With everlasting happiness, love and laughter. The touching of two lovely valentine hearts,
Love and beauty of the Aphrodite Goddess,
Wisdom and artistry of the Athena Goddess,
Corolla and whirls of the Azalea Goddess. The touching of two lovely valentine hearts,
Beautiful blue eyes of rainbow arc of hue,
Feeling the strength of permeate air breathed,
Gleam in the smile of the pearly white teeth. The touching of two lovely valentine hearts,
Creating rainbows for few precious moments,
The music from cabin sounds very grand,
and miracles created our most heavenly magic. The touching of two lovely valentine hearts,
Cannot escape the rapture that's captured.
The loving friendship that remained strong,
With essence of beauty lighting our life. May this poem instill the love and romantical existence and joy of
our life which is the birthright of all.
The very essence of being.
Love, love!
poem by S.A. Charles W. Hall
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Life is short, running like the wind (Song)
God Created, Given as a life.
Touching the people, leaving the people
Moving from place to place
Life is short, running like the wind.
Flowing through the valleys, touching the water
Flowing through the mountains, touching the cliffs
Flowing through the deserts,
Flowing on the oceans and
Running around the earth.
Life is short, running like the wind.
Touching the people, spinning the lives
Touching the old and touching the young
Touching the women and touching the men
Flowing on the ground and playing with the kids.
Life is short, running like the wind.
Running through the villages,
Gushing through the towns,
Swirling in the deserts,
Storming on the oceans,
Touching the earth and calming down.
Life is short, running like the wind.
Touching the flowers, spreading the fragrance
Flowing in the sky and flying the kites
Speeding in the places and spinning the windmills
Running on the rivers and pushing the boats
Life is short, running like the wind.
Days are in and nights are out
Seasons are spinning, time is running
Teja is playing, music sheet is ending
Life is short, running like the wind.
Eyes are closing, dreams are flowing
Going into sleep and day is moving
Life is short, running like the wind.
-o-
poem by Bhavani Polimetla
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