Passion Poems | Examples of Passion Poetry

Looking steadily into my shyly cloaked eyes, His arms encircled but barely embraced me, pulling me closer. Then slowly sank his soft and gentle hands to gracefully poise above The life-giving Chakra at the base of my naked spine. Heating, throbbing, at once igniting the all-creative center Now expanded in a glorious rise from momentous peak to peak. He made no...

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Look into my eyes my love Tell me what you see Desire? Passion? Wanting more? I certainly agree If you could go inside my head You'd know just what I think Then when I looked into your eyes You'd guide, I wouldn't blink...

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Begotten to Fail The strutting hustlers rouse their slumberous day amidst their maddened worlds In the midst of the wary ghetto A dream steps out blinking, yawning with a resolve even as their sky seems blurry Repelling men and monsters Relishing the forecasted rain Marching through mud and splatters riding with the lightning dancing to the pounding...

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Poetry is my passion, Empathy is part of my job; it is a deliberate choice. We just must tell the stories of others Who can’t defend themselves? He is an unpopular character, this old man, Who sits and draws cartoon characters Of all his childhood abusers, While blasting their names....

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Tongues of solar flare writhe in combat kiss —flame-throwers unleashed iron words h a m m e r e d in fire ferrous words melt as heart-welts once under skin hear the fevered air burn with cheers; ...

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My old husband, married so many times, making a big giant army with his loves. Loves that must follow all his rules, or he will cause them to feel blue. My old husband, has a way of making everyday a special day, that makes me chuckle, with his attention to detail. My old husband, is such...

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I don’t believe ideal love is real… Can castles in the sky be built to last eternities? Or rather burn, as fast as marriage papers (and melt the holy seal)? Besides, I hate to think I’m meant to steal the blueprint to a fortress from my past to use to plan my future, to forecast the whim of winds who caren’t...

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The magic you will always return to, Isn't just the body of your love's quest; Like the body, your burdened soul once glue. The fragrance of her smiling face, pursue... Risk of timing grace you never confessed: The magic you will always return to, Is of unseen peering eyes beyond clue, To free the touching mind posing unrest... Like the body, your burdened...

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the sun the wind the surge childish passions emerge i hear summer’s call nothing holds me back as i swing high and tall years long spent yet i close my eyes and youth is omnipresent a spell of timelessness manifests its sweet caress AP: 3rd place 2025...

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Recently, I have felt awfully starved. I look around to see everyone filled  to the brim with love. The aroma of romance makes me want  to lose my mind. I'm happy my friends are well fed. They deserve it. Served on a silver plate, a plentiful diet. One that will keep them full forever. But me on the other hand? My teeth have gone soft, and my...

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Eyes meet and hands touch, as two lives join hearts entwine in the silence of timeless love....

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Behold us one, the marriage of two minds, Two creatures of cross-continental births, With force of love the universe combines, Find, in each other, home, a fount of mirth. Behold us cleaved, the union of true souls, Embraced, dancing hearts shield us from the night, In our arms we find shelter from the cold, Move them together, to...

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He pays. He leaves. And she bleeds quietly. Some come for release, others for control. Some come to forget. Some to remember. Some to be punished. Some just come because it’s cheap. It's sin. It’s not sin. It’s survival. It’s escape. It’s addiction. It’s barter. It's bargain. It's need. It’s ritual. Here, bodies are commodities. Sold by the hour. Measured by the weight, age and colour of the skin, freshness of smile, limpness of resistance. It is commercialisation...

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Clouds move in random fashion ‘til roused by life’s first passion ~ We gape at Heaven’s reaction ...

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