Passion Analogy Poems | Examples
These Passion Analogy poems are examples of Analogy poems about Passion. These are the best examples of Analogy Passion poems written by international poets.
tho' I am but the sparrow's twining strains
the palette and the pen of whisp'ring souls
I'm sweeter still if dashed upon the shoals
or bleeding from the hem of day's remains
tho' I may weep from all a scoundrel feigns
for what each soldier's dying breath extols
it's grander even morning's meadow rolls
as spindrift tossed upon the grassy plains
oh I am found the coursing thru all things
as warm within your veins, as sunset's sky
my constancy to love and swoon and hate
to stir in hopes or see what passion brings
so guard me close or open me and cry ...
I'll bound and thrum and patiently ... await.
Copyright © 2020 Gregory Richard Barden ( rewrite )
Categories:
analogy, heart, metaphor,
I sat apart from life, too weary to live,
Even the breath I owed, I refused to give.
The curse of the world is rightful on me,
I thinned the trees, not the flowers to be.
In the end, the mind grows tired of love’s flame,
I made a firefly my partner in name.
Whatever the cause, it stands as a crime,
I drowned the swimmer in ocean’s prime.
You bartered away the hope of peace true,
And left the heart idle, absorbed in love’s hue.
Categories:
analogy, beauty, character, dark,
bound by doubt, I stood there amidst the bluebells
watching where she'd been but a moment sooner
dusk to come, her breath hanging like the
shadows
she, thus departing
on my tongue, sweet words melted soft and
tender
all those daring, romantic thoughts I'd gathered
passion dreams that longed for a voice, but
silenced
with my reluctance
"please don't leave!", I begged of her proud
affections
"you're the blushing flame that so warms my
marrow!"
still, those sounds had not found my lips for
voicing ...
heavy, that stillness
rife, those times that I'd worked hard to impress
her
waiting, long, the chance of this evening saunter
there I stood, waist-deep in the meadow, darkened
mourning my chances
as her shape was swallowed by shrouded
gloaming
rose the moon, perfecting its grand enchantments
I, then, choked on words meant for love's
endeavor
now, sad ... unspoken.
Copyright © 2019 Gregory Richard Barden
Categories:
analogy, desire, heartbreak, heartbroken,
oh, how perfectly you drape
swaths of moonlite on your shape
now you've chosen its soft blue
for this night of something ... new
you've decided we're too single
that we need fresh ways to mingle
so, if you'll grant me the dative
methinks we should get creative
I'm hoping these night sweats'll
find our limbs wound to a pretzel
you and I, one limber body
twisted close, and rather knotty
could it be, we're going too far
with this night of karma sutra?
still, the shapes have just begun
and we're having so much fun
though I think our best positions
come between, in the transitions
for like ALL in life we savor ...
it's the tasting ... not the flavor.
Copyright © 2018 Gregory Richard Barden
Categories:
analogy, passion, sensual,
Passion shaped by society
Duty weighed upon the soul
Conscience carved by philosophy
Emotion nurtured by humanity
Wonder blooms in dilemmas of thought,
Yet I live for someone unknown.
A silent bond, unseen, unfelt-
A feeling caught in life's great mystery.
Perhaps, in the end,
We are all just
Wondering into nothingness.
Categories:
adventure, analogy, confusion, feelings,
Beneath the layers of the mind a sanctuary lies
that holds nothing but the emotion of memories.
The ocean raging above keeps tossing
the waves of turmoil that can’t reach the depth,
for they remain superficial in the realm
where the unwavering passion,
shackled by the steady resistance of self-belief,
impedes the essence of being from drifting away.
It’s not a chain that imprisons,
but a timeless acquirement that stabilizes
with silent promise of finding a stable place
where at the depth of soul the ancient mariner finds
in the receding horizon of time the ocean floor
where love once sank into obscurity
that still holds the heart where it belongs,
reminding that anchorage is the other name of being not lost.
Categories:
analogy, emotions, memory,
Love is a corpse,
a slab on table and a checklist of finds,
6’ 2’’, rich, educated, white, slim,
a post-mortem on a body still fresh
Love is a casino,
a gamble in bright lights,
a bargaining of chips falling where they may,
an under-table sleight of hand
Love is a firework,
a hallucinogenic bonfire blaze
that spirals and swirls with a forever
waiting, a waiting for the bang, the explosion,
the sizzle from cosmos down to earth
Love is a house
with a cupboard for stale secrets
and a creak in an old spine staircase,
flagging passion hung out to dry above
yellow grass in need of water, can rusted
Love is silence is shout is cry is shake
is laugh is let down is let up
is cloud is volcano is dormant is erupt
is triumph is disaster is trust is tryst
Categories:
analogy,
BELOVED RUN UNTO THE FATHER AND THE SON
Run, run run run, run, run run run
Sister run, run run run unto the Lord
For He has open arms, he’ll embrace you
And keep you warm, within this cold, cold world;
Brother run, run toward the Lord
Our Father He will cover you
Provide for you ad keep you
Keep you
BELOVED RUN UNTO THE FATHER AND THE SON, RUN
BELOVED RUN UNTO THE FATHER AND THE SON, RUN, RUN
Run, run run run, run, run run run
My children run unto the Lord
He’s got you, He’s got you
And in all that dismay
He comes to display
All is well in Him
He’s more than just a friend
He our beginning and the end
And when, it comes to the world
you better run toward the Lord
Run, run run run, run, run run run
08/19/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
Music arraignment by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
Categories:
adventure, analogy, devotion, god,
from the forest deep she came
like one jaguar gently prowling
drawn there by my late-day flame
typhoon in the distance howling
black hair with a coal-blue sheen
eyes like ink that shimmered golden
linen sun dress white and clean
tawdry tan with charms embolden
white-cap sea foam licked the sun
softly tasted sweet its brightness
melting ‘pon that briny tongue
sav'ring still the fading lightness
there beside those aqua oceans
palm fronds laid beneath the moon
with sublime and torrid motions
we let loose our fleshed typhoon
high above the Perseids streaming
wept those skies bright tears of fire
wishes granted - we thus dreaming
meant for fools to quite inspire
flightless angel birthed of darkness
wrapped me with her pinions warm
sacred embers - cold and sparkless
lost within that summer’s form ...
lost in her - my perfect storm.
* did you notice the change in metre? *
Categories:
analogy, metaphor, passion,
dulcet …
the night …
holds far too few hours
to attend you, pure … proper
in twilight reverence
your body’s song is my scripture
the braille my fingers ache to read -
sexy verse moonlight recites
and orates to my blood
longing’s lullaby
spoken glyph-by-glyph
and plopped like sugar on my tongue
where it attends …
yours …
speak to me with
your coy and curvy whispers
such fair flesh tells an epic tale, erotic
few know the language
but I am fluent
I will listen with an anxious ear
and reply in cursive on your dermal page
my game?
to raise those tiny little bumps -
catkin skin that jumps to
the touch, as my adept answers wind
their warm way south
to the source …
come, let time stand still
night is too fleeting
and a delicious pas de deux awaits -
a torrid tale of pillows and percale and
moonbeamed madness …
where minds and moans and motions are
met in one rapturous breath …
of breathlessness
ghostwriter … and manuscript
this tome is ours -
you and I … lost
to ourselves …
to each other …
to the world of whys and whatevers
and to everything …
but us.
Categories:
analogy, metaphor, passion, sensual,
“taste” …
she whispered
making sure the “s” lingered on her
tongue like syrup …
I needed no instruction,
but her plea was proper music, nonetheless
prelude to pleasurable murmurings from
both our gullets,
though I put the vibrations of my low,
rumbling moan to good use
(as any obsequious scoundrel should)
her squeaky sigh wrapping
my core like a vine,
saturating my extremities …
another whisper - “tell me … pleeease”
I knew exactly what
and she knew I couldn’t speak,
my mouth being otherwise engaged,
so I sounded the syllables
letting them rumble slowly … again
and that …
brought the bloom -
both her hands weaving their way
through my hair
pulling me tightly to her
holding …
crying out -
the sounds of bliss that I lived to hear
the sultry song that slayed me …
and I?
an enormous smile on my face that
she couldn’t see, of course
but I think, perhaps,
she could tell …
all the same.
Categories:
analogy, passion, sensual,
I danced …
with an echo -
it knew your name
the notes spun about me like embers that
waltz in the breaths of flame
and die in darkness …
its final iteration whispered me of
your passion’s secret -
wrapped its lilting fingers ‘round my hope
and strangled it like a lover …
one last, loud kiss
pressed to my ears in delicate sin
then drowned in the depths of
an aching, exquisite
seductive sea …
of silence.
Categories:
analogy, lost love, passion,
i …
swim you ...
like a river, wild
feral flesh, fiery ... merged
my press to your moans and motion
clasped in warm rapture
minds, mouths, mids
emotions spin
like sugar into cotton candy
the Stylistics float, dreamy -
musical hooka smoke that swirls
moody tendrils that wrap us, sexy, smooth
i surge to your source
touch and taste and twist and tickle
timing all with prurient precision
to free your flood
your legs about me, demanding
nails burning sensual glyphs on my back
you kiss my tongue like sweet, tender fruit
then devour -
it, me, my sanity ... my selves, desires
"murder me," i whisper, moving deep ... forceful
"please" ... begging
for my will is no longer ...
my own.
Categories:
analogy, passion, sensual,
The time I got from eternity made me a part of you,
as my desire flared like the blazing galaxy of the cosmos,
I was keen to see the day my dreams would come true,
when your love will pull me though the void of oneness.
The sense of yearning came in the zero hour of awakening,
soaring on the dreaming wings of the silenced time,
stalled in my sky where you glided like a consumed star,
its catching cadence created a surreal symphony in my heart.
The rhythm of celestial music harmonized with my essence,
where the ethereal emotions sank in the space of rhapsody
that wrapped you and me, blending us together forever,
consecrated the concept of capturing craving called love.
At the acme of surreal desire of magnetic longing,
the private space between us imploded to nothingness.
Our fused souls then turned into oblivious singularity,
suspended in the deep space of invisible obscurity.
As your captivating allure sucked my psyche within you,
bending my self-control and deforming my sense of time,
I gravitated with my stellar passion at fervent horizon of fusion,
lost myself within your infinite depth of black hole love.
Categories:
analogy, love,
Blood rushes behind my eyes. Ocean waves
crash as I turn my head, tilting to get a better
view of you. But that’s impossible, isn’t it? No
view is adequate. How should one look at David?
My lips are dry. I’m fainting, surely. Cells melt
and mix, transfixed as you walk by. Unknowing.
Categories:
analogy,