Dying for your touch

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Dying for your touch


The music saddens her heart, her eyes well tears of sorrow

that leave indelible tracks upon her cheeks so pure

Her red lips tremble as her body quivers.


Last night, last night she dreamed once more

About that man upon that distant shore

Never again will she feel his tender embrace

Or the warmth of his breath as he kisses her face


Their two hearts beat in unison, as if as one

Oh! How she wished the night would come

Drawing them closer once again

At least in dreams she feels no pain.



dyinglost lovePo

◄ Here we go again

Masking the problem! ►


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Martin Elder

Fri 20th Mar 2020 21:52

For me this simply a beautiful poem.

Oh by the way I love the word Loquaciousness. Probably because I have tendency to stray into that territory myself

Nice one Po

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Fri 20th Mar 2020 10:50

Shutting the stable door after the horse has roved again lol

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Fri 20th Mar 2020 10:49

..."Touching, elegant in its simplicity; and, powerfully expressed"...

Thank you for this kind comment Abdul, Like Keith, you both express my desire to KISS... Keep It Simple Silly.

At times I feel that some poets have meandered off the path of love in their love poems.

Loquaciousness is an infectious inflection that I harness at times... At others, it just roves free.

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Abdul Ahmad

Fri 20th Mar 2020 10:30

Touching, elegant in its simplicity; and, powerfully expressed.

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Don Matthews

Fri 20th Mar 2020 08:14

Re comment below:

At least you can
Still rhyme about
Moaning Brits
While drinking stout

He doesn't drink it.....


I think they moan
Cos of the weather
Trapped on small isle
Birds of a feather

Makes sense.....

Good rhyming too...



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Fri 20th Mar 2020 07:43

Good morning friends I am warmed by these comments.

I just feel like a rest from the dark-side a while and focus my poetry on more uplifting topics in these times of utter panic and over the top rants about the Government and you know what.

Us Brits do like to rant and rave
everyday as we approach our grave
When stepping out in the afterlife
At least there'll be an end to strife

Bet we still find something to moan about
Of that my friends I have no doubt 😉



Fri 20th Mar 2020 02:33

This is a romantic side of Po. Although written in second person, but words how they are expressed weighs much.....beautifully crafted💞

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keith jeffries

Thu 19th Mar 2020 23:52

A love poem if there was ever was one. Simple in its construction yet powerful in its emotions. A very good poem

Thanks for this


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Thu 19th Mar 2020 23:40

Love this one Po. ❤️ It resonates with, and has inspired, my hopeless romantic muse! 🔥

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