#touch poems on Hello Poetry

Poetress2 Apr 2019

Her Mother doesn't want her,
her Daddy, just the same;
They think she is a burden,
she's the only one to blame.
~
When bedtime has arrived,
they send her to her bed;
No hugs or kisses for her,
no, "Sweet dreams" ever said.
~
A hug she would delight in,
someone to hold her tight;
The words, "We love you so much,"
only exist within her mind.
~
She craves what she has not,
someone to love her so;
But all she ever feels,
is their touch, so icy cold

#love #touch #cold #mind #craves

By M Apr 2019

His hands

I felt his hands touching my *******, my thighs
I fought but it changed nothing,
Because I was only 5

He told me that I should like it
Though I begged him to stop
It was more terrifying than I could ever admit

But he pulled me down
When I tried to run
And I felt like I was going to drown

He, who I had trusted
Desecrated my most private places
But he also forced his way into my head

It was only his hands
But to me
It was something I would never fully understand

His brother saw me
And ignored my pleas
As He violated my purity

I finally ran
From Him, my cousin
And the memory of his touch,
His hands.

Dear Cousin, I hate you. I hope you die full of regret and guilt. That in your last moments, you remember what you did to me. Because I can never forget. You destroyed something that was so precious, my sense of safety. And I will never ever forgive you.

#sexualassault #cousin #trust #safety #fear #touch #pain

Anastasiia Apr 2019

Untitled

My fingers
have travelled
great distances
across your body
hoping they were the first
to trace these routes;

#touch #love #affection #passion

Leo Janowick Apr 2019

Love Story

I'll make love to you...
I will make every part of your soul tremble...
I will strip your mind with verses of the soul...
I will touch your lips with ink from the heart, I will make you wet my pen with your lips, I want you to be mine a night for you to be reflected in my pages, I want to touch you with my words so that my hands are jealous Who are you and make you mine, I want to touch bottom to enter your heart, why have you made my letters become simple ink to the touch of your voice, I close my eyes because my heart is restless doesn't stop shaking what will it be
It will be that this is called beating, today I will leave you marked, you will be my slave because I will make the scripts be my strings, get ready because in your body will be written this story of love, between verses, rhymes and simple letters with Ink, so I'll make you love from the soul to be... mine forever.

#touch #love

Baylee Kaye Apr 2019

pleasure

he touched me
and my knees felt weak
my mind went blank
and I didn't know how to speak

d.c.

#love #lust #nsfw #*** #desire #body #touch #pleasure

bk Apr 2019

Is Love a Virus or Disease?

Is love a virus,
spreading throughout the body because of human touch,
needing constant attention to whoever bears it
but then can be healed eventually?

Or is love a disease,
spreading for the same reasons as a virus
and needing constant attention to whoever bears it,
but then destroys them slowly and painfully
leaving a scar?

B.K.

Which one is it? Come on, tell me.

#love #virus #disease #body #touch #attention #destroy #slow #painful #scar

ottaross Apr 2019

Texture and Touch

Extend your hand, palm up
Silk - a long bolt of it,
unfurls across your palm
Cold on contact
And smooth
And smooth and smooth
Dragging a crisp wind behind it
As it falls away like a solid liquid

Extend your hand,
A gelatinous orb, almost sticky to the touch
But not quite.
Rubbery, resilient, responsive
Pulled under the weight of gravity
To bulge and droop over the edges of your hand
When you drop it, it hesitates as it lets go.

Extend your hand
Feel the weigh of a solid masonry cube
The greyest concrete
Each crenelation of its surface
Like a dry-skin pore
The corners and edges hold their shape sharply
Dragging fingers make a rasping sound
And a ceramic-like ring as it slips from your hand

Extend two hands together
Like to catch a stream of water
But instead you cradle
A tired and content weeks-old kitten
It adjusts its position, and curls up
Content with the warmth of your hands
You feel the soft, purring of velvet fur
It feels implicit trust, warmth and security
For its always-pending next nap.

Poetry for the fingers

#touch #texture #senses

Adarsh Jaiswal Apr 2019

Will You?

For This Soft
Touch To
Come
Will You Accept
My Rough
Soul ?

#soul #love #touch #soulmates