Best Ardor Poems

Ardor of Autumn

Wind rolls off the river, chills the bones.
My cheeks are rosy from Chicago's cold.
Now wrapped in warmth inside with tea and scones,
October has my body feeling old.
Yet, I love the views autumn colors bring
The rain that falls upon my window pane,
How nature's timing...

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United In The Depths Of Love's Ravenously Sweet Ardor


I
do not
cry,
this pain
soul deep stings the weeping heart
burns so very
intensely
the memories
the perished and
heartfelt sweetness
of Love's cherished
truths,'
the precious moments
the cool breeze,
the heights of adore
the feverish touch
of your lips
our nights of lovemaking
and sweetest morns
of my waking
with you,
your tangled blonde
hair...

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your music moves
clouds in the cool sky
spellbound embracing stars

thoughts knot and pool
with ardor emotion
listening to you play music
with the push and pull
of each black and white key
like the free back and forth
rhythmic gentle motion
of the ocean tide
as I too magically hypnotize
in a dream moving upon...

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The wave-
Crushing dreams
Swallowing hopes

The storm-
Influencing pain
Sleeting fear

The wind-
Rushing anger
Twisting fate

The calm-
Momentary silence
Vision of light

The rainbow-
Indications of ease
Glimpses of ardor…...

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I stand upon cold sands of lovers, past
          surveying, bleak, the misty metaphors
               a crimson blush of hope so setting fast
 ...

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Looking at the mirror 
with good day’s pleasure
I see slothfulness’ glamor 
taunting with delight’s leisure
Yet ready to attack sense of honor
defying time-worth’s treasure
So defiant; not a generous donor 
offering gift that costs much pressure!

I challenge you, my body’s indolent suitor
upon your procrastination’s grandeur
I’m aware of...

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An ardor for poetic expression penned
Those emotion filled romantic lines drew
Passion reaching forth sweet love uncondemned
Armour poured out 'pon pages like morn's dew 

Christ's passion far surpasses human's love
With patience He looked down 'pon man and earth
Patiently waited coming as the Dove
Amazing grace would transcend...

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on beach strewn in
silver vermouth of moonlight,
covered in a chiaroscuro
of argent and umbrage
with tidal sonatas echoing
as choirs of eternity.

lovers in silken embrace
limbs entwined, breaths braided
reiterate promises of love,
sagas of dreams and desires
alabaster skin peppered
in dew of passion and sea breeze.

as heated kisses brand
contours in roseate...

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Upon nightfall descends my regret
Enrapt in the embrace of darkness
Where tomorrow has no meaning
And the voices of yesterday lay silent
That sweet muse once beckoning to me
Like a candle on the windowpane
Slowly burning away the memory
Ever dimming within times cycle
So while the stars leisurely sweep
Across repentances...

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This is dedicated to the
walking conversation pieces
to the crazy geniuses waiting until tomorrow to
procrastinate
this is for the night writers and red bull fighters
to the strange and the brave
the dedicated and sleepless
this is for all of us
the ear hustlers and track runners
prodigious polemicists built for this...

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ARDOR OR PALAVER ?

 "We are dying, Egypt, dying."
I'm still alive and trying
to prove to you, my dove,
that I feel for you a love
you can put to any test,
which means, at your behest:
 
I'd jump from the fiftieth storey,
though the end of that were gory.
How...

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They talk about not taking it too far,
when first meeting someone.
Arbitrary limits to thoughts set the bar,
setting inanities, falsehoods, to be spun.

All are so afraid of coming on too strong,
most definitely including me.
Feeling a spark quickly shouldn't be wrong,
should even be a goal, far as...

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In gilded hours and yet again
I still hear the same refrain:

"Ho, Ho, Ho Chi Minh,
Out with the Yanks,
Let the Viet Cong in!"

Ah me! Times change and I am old.
Lest youth's first ardor, e'er grow cold,
Henry the Fifth is what I'll teach.
Boris, Boris, to the breach.

"Mogg,...

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ardent ardor
          
            offering amour-
            with flowers moistened in tears
    ...

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For every day the dawning sun does rise.
Births jubilation there before Thine eyes.
Brightly colored rays nobly to shed light.
Accents wondrous flawlessness in plain sight.

Sparked myriads of seeds on which life's drawn.
Brash rivers bear oath heirs ‘tis tryst of dawn.
Sways and swirls a choreographic dance.
ambient twirls...

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