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Passion Ode Poems | Ode Poems About Passion

These Passion Ode poems are examples of Ode poems about Passion. These are the best examples of Passion Ode poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

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MY ODE TO THE NETHERLANDS

I sat down to study the Netherlands tried to gather all the scoop
Entering every contest cause I'm new to Poetry Soup

I read all the poetry masters to grow I must surely invest
What I've discovered in almost no time is why Soup poets are the best

Zerbst wrote an anthem with some amazing poetic twist
Made me wish I was from Freisland this sprawling sealand really exist

Dr. Ram wrote a history thesis he even quotes the great Shakespeare 
The Netherlands in an Italian sonnet another masterpiece was here

Cornish obviously did his homework in couplet form he holds command
Displays the heart and pride of the people when I read his words I want to stand

Andrea's the Soup contest master so you knew she'd draw her pen
With perfection her ode to Freisland, Ms. Dietrich has done it once again

I could go on with the works on Netherlands a shout out to John, Ralph, and Tim
A descriptive write by Huberta van Akkeren, these odes will make sweet Elly grin

So I learned all about the Netherlands another ode wasn't needed from me
To be proud of this majestic country... May she ever be beautiful and free!

Sponsor: Elly Wouterse
Contest Name: Your ode to 'my' Netherlands and/or 'my' Friesland

3-4-14
*Happy Birthday Elle!
 


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WOUNDED HEART OF A WOMAN

Knees under your chin,
clasped tight
Sitting on you bed,
slowly rocking
This long night,
your mind in a spin

Sitting on your bed,
awake instead
What am I?
Where do I go?
Ready to fly
Nowhere so

Wounded heart,
wants to run
The things he had done
Right from the start

Hurtful things
That are untrue
Piercing stings
These acts you do

Wounded heart
Wants to run
The things he had done
Right from the start

This numbing pain
This negativity
Has come back to haunt me again
Killing all creativity

Bruises and pain
Walked in to the door again
Hate and spite
Try all he might

His promises to me
Now so hollow
This is not what I imagined to be
My heart so wanted to follow

Wounded heart
Wants to run
The things he had done
Right from the start

Bruises heal
But not what I feel
I am stronger now,
deep inside
I know how

He can bruise my heart
Not my spirit
I can go
Where he cannot follow
This is where I start

Wounded heart,
can run
This new start
You see...................
You are free




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Ode to Womanhood

Forbidden as the fruit in the garden of Eden,
But is merciless as man's carnal desire.
Similarly ripe and succulent,
And provoking instantaneous salivation, 
A desire to taste.
The oasis in a desert of heat and sand,
Quenching the instinctive thirst of man.
The bearer of fruit, 
Giver of life,
The garden in which man plants his seed,
And grants the world mortality. 
Once a symbol of purity and innocence,
The most beautiful of flowers in a field of many. 
Harvesting of such a blossom does not result in decadence,
But instead marks fertility,
And the renewal of that virtue.
Dawning of all existence,
Fulfillment of all desires,
And the divine being of all creation,
Eternally unaware of the power it possesses.


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' The Face Of Love '

Will I Recognize… The Face Of Love?
Or the Wonderful, Bedazzled Appearance of:
A Moon-kist Meadow, Hushed and Dark
A Solitary Silhouette, this Beauty Mark,
Windswept Grasses, like a Babe’s Soft Lashes
Rippling across Earth, that’s smooth as a Cheek.
In the Hushed and Flowery Scented Air…
Your Face of Love Materializes, Silvery, Full
The Face of Love … is Unforgettable.

From the Face of Love … Will I Withdraw?
The Face of Love without Any Flaw;
As a Canopy of Clouds with the Splendor of Sunbeams
Piercing past the fluffy powder of Heaven, to Radiate Gleams
A Classical Cameo-Sculpture, Perfect Profile Structure
Yea… in the Bright Beacons, I see Your Smile
In the Illumed, Clear Sky, ‘Your Face’
Can Love’s Face be Touched … Attainable?
The Face of Love … is Unforgettable.

The Face of Love … I Have Visualized,
Potent, Breathtaking, The Vision Rised;
From a Sunlit Lake, Winking as Would Diamonds.
Your Face of Love, Emerging from Far Beyond
The Depths of the Lake, as My Heart Quaked,
because of the Wavering Portrait’s Peace
because of Water-Color Caresses.
That Face of Love, was so Tangible.
The Face of Love … so Unforgettable

The Face of Love … has Gazed Upon
Dreams of Mine, the World’s Not Known
… Out of the Woodland’s Emerald Mist
With Drops of Dew, Love’s Face Kissed
The Framing Boughs; My Relaxed Brow.
Floating… Breathing out the Mist of Morn Light
That I may Sketch Your Face of Love, in Life.
The Face … More Handsome, than Sons of the Womb, is Possible…
The Face of Love … is Unforgettable

(For A Medieval-Tongued Poet, I Found Here at The Soup...
          Ismael Nieves, this one's for you Kiddo

                                 Mistress MoonBee


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Love in the Air

Pictures on a shelf,
Cards with sweet thoughts received,
If I thought I was happy,
I was just self-deceived

Till this day has come,
And with it you,
The most beautiful woman,
That I ever knew.


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Dreamer

Call me the dreamer of dreams. 
I am the one that reaches for the highest of heights.
I use the clouds as a helpful step to rest my feet as I reach. 
Stretching my arms up high, trying to grasp a hold of the stars. 

Call me the dreamer of dreams.
I am the one that struggles through the thistles and thorns. 
Reaching forward, eyes tearing up as I bleed for the light that will soon be mine.
I use the light's rays as motivational beams, urging me forward. 

Call me the dreamer of dreams. 
I am the one who fights through the ridicule and puns. 
I fly through the maze of the bombardment of insults and put downs, straight to my prize. 
I use the tormenting words as encouragement to later prove them wrong. 

Call me the dreamer of dreams.
I am the one that searches for truth. 
I wander through a world of lies and tricksters as they try to make me lose focus.
Discovering traps and evading paths of lies by evaluating them with logic and reason.
With every lie evaded, I inch closer to the truth. 

Call me the dreamer of dreams.
I am that one, the one who dreams.
For without dreams I am nothing, but a human with no purpose. 
And when my dreams are reached, the scars I will wear proudly.
For the struggles I had faced will stand as validation to how much my dreams are worth.


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An Ode To My Beloved

I just wanted to let you know
That I have this love for you...
Although I'm not fast to show
For you, there's nothing I wouldn't do
And I can't control this love
No matter what I try to do...

While I know our lives are separating
Which has got me pretty blue
I just want you to know
How much I love you...

Because I was blinded by shyness
And now my heart's feeling rugged
So this here's An Ode To My Beloved 

Oh how I still see you every night in my mind
You're the best girl I feel I'll ever find
And when my eyes would fall upon your smile
My heart would be put on trial
And so if nothing else, I want to let you know
That I'll always love you, that my hearts beat
For you, won't ever slow...

Because I was blinded by shyness
And now my heart's feeling rugged
So this here's An Ode To My Beloved 

So I wish you happiness beyond compare
And sorry for the times I couldn't help but stare
Caring, passionate, smart, and loving
From my heart, to you, I'll never be shoving

You will always be in my heart
No matter where we go, how far we drift apart...

Goodbye My Love...


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To My Beloved

My 
angelic 
damsel 
from 
Above,look! Heaven 
cries 
Because 
it 
Lost 
Most 
precious 
star 
to 
Earth-You!
  Your 
Love 
is 
sweeter 
than 
Honeycomb,and 
your 
Skin 
smoother 
than 
the 
Morning 
dew.
   Your 
graceful 
walk 
is 
Like 
the 
gazelle's.
   You 
are 
flower 
blossoms 
From 
the 
garden 
of 
Eden- 
Your 
eyes 
sparkle 
like 
Refined 
pearls.
   Helen 
of 
Troy 
can't 
be 
Compared 
to 
your 
Beauty-
you 
epitome 
of 
Elegance.
   I 
love 
to 
hear 
your 
Melodious 
songs.
       Hear!
the 
nightingale 
Sings 
of 
you,the 
wind 
Whispers 
Of 
Your 
delicate 
Nature.
  My 
beloved,your 
arms 
Are 
vines,ur 
succulent 
Lips...you 
are 
a 
refreshing 
Spring 
in 
my 
garden-
Watering 
my 
life.
  Your 
love 
has
 drowned 
Me,yes 
I 
rather 
die 
by 
Your 
side 
than 
live 
to 
be 
Alone.






Written by:
Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu.
Dedicated to Leonora 
Galinta.
A unique and lovely 
damsel from the heavens.
Love you so much.


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Mysteries of Human Hairs

Mysteries of Human Hairs Hairs, O’ hairs, O’ lovely ravishing hairs, Fascinating and beautiful, you often resemble, When nicely looked after and softly taken care of. Your beauty and elegance has often inspired, Your softness and shines have captivated many To put their hearts on fire, Your aroma can evoke to extremes, Passion and lust like streams. The lustrous beauty of these hairs, Have raised thousands of wars sacrificing millions, To win only a Helen of Troy and Even great warriors like Ceasar and Antony became a prey, Before the killing magic of your arts and flying colors. Even the ravishing beauties of these hairs, Have charmed many eminent enemies and warriors Besides the millions and millions of moving lovers since ages, Who fall prey to the loveliness of these alluring hairs. Your graceful presence, has produced men of letters, Your locks have killed many, in the history of the world, While many have altered their existence, completely, To win, the beauty of your hanging hair locks and curls, Even the dullness of your hairs too, Have often inspired many wandering lovers and singers. Hairs, O’ hairs, O’ lovely ravishing hairs, When you hang, you look like dark clouds, Playing on the forehead of a woman, By watching such clouds many get lost, In the colors of your showering rains. Many Writers, poets and artists find their inspirations, Under the love and softness of you O' hairs and Many have produced things of beauty and joys forever, While many have found the goal of their life, In the beauty of your lustrous curls and colors, What a strange it is, that still many Would like and love to get sacrificed, In the enchanting flames of hairs, like small flies forever. It is also a hard truth of the world and Of our human life and air that, Even some saints too have fallen prey, Before your enchanting beauty and your alluring colors. Many mighty kings have lost their crown and kingdoms, In the ever tempting beauty of your magnetic curls and shines, To get hold of you, O’ lovely hairs. Kingdoms have fallen like the house of cards and Even most powerful men of this earth, Have lost the edge of their swards, Before the shining, flying and mesmerizing, Beauty of a women’s hair and its penetrating charms. What wealth and gems you hide in your treasure, Making many men and even women, Mad, before the lovely ravishing beauty of you, O’ Hairs. Ravindra Kanpur India 28th Oct 2010 Edited and rewritten on 28th March 2012


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Ode To Marriage

Can I have this hand in marriage dear,
Can you grace me with "I do",
Let the angels sing to Heaven,
Let my heart soar with their tune.
Let us seal our love for we two,
Let no others interfere,
Let Evil, with his one good eye,
Attempt to trick and snare.
Let Age pass on his cares to us,
For bound, we are as one,
We'll ride the heady winds of joy,
Until another song is sung.
Until another song is sung, my love;
We'll drink the drink of fools;
Let passion be our compass,
And a blinding trust our rule.
Let us plant the seeds of new life,
That through Time will resonate,
Let our names be always dear to those,
Who set them on their fate.


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