Adult “W.O.M.” Poems

Each month this blog will feature a word of the month to stimulate a poem. Anyone who wishes to share a poem is invited to participate. The point is to enjoy the challenge of writing a poem inspired by a single word. It doesn’t matter if this is your first poem or five hundredth. It’s all done for the fun and exercise of writing.

Cutoff for posting the current Word of the Month poem is the last day of the month.

On the first day of each month, a new word will be posted to challenge your imagination for that month.

Please post your poems on this page, so everyone can find the poems easily. 

Thank you and have fun!

David

PS: The word for May is TOUCH .

5 comments on “Adult “W.O.M.” Poems

  1. Here from Jane Yolen:

    That  Last Touch,  by Jane Yolen

    That last touch between us,

    Your hand in mine,

    stiffening, ,hardening, .

    the music ending.

    the long silence beginning,

    your five final  breaths,

    all that you had left,

    except for that touch,

     which all these years later,

    I can still feel some mornings,

    before I am quite awake, not quite alive.

    myself,

    That touch.

  2. How Do I Touch you

    Know not of age

    like desires watching beauties

    if they give pleasure experience my gaze

    of your smooth skin cheeks under watchful eyes

    then tempted glimpses humble glances 

    will unmask feelings obvious why nature says

    woman draws attention of man

    as only human beauty can

    Man tempts notice engaging embraces till

    shadows moving on nearest wall 

    are edged clear foggy outlines of togetherness

    but window light gives wall bodies meaningful motions

    of loves embrace held still devotions

    late night when candle low burns

    my want turns to wishful thinking what will 

    cause me more to caress your smooth skin

    William Joe Pyles

  3. If
     
    If all we touched
    Would turn to gold
    Or chocolate, anything,
    Our world, with no variety,
    Would not lead hearts to sing.
     
    Every single day we live
    Can never be our favorite.
    Let’s live each moment
    As it comes
    And do our best
    To savor it.

    (c) 2024 Susan Bickel

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