Best Passionbeauty Poems
this enchantment
it cannot be measured
it cannot be weighed
it cannot be told in time
or days
yet here it is as i'll describe
tis in my riding
tis in my play
tis in my working
each and everyday
my worship has dwindled
my real prayers are sinful
and my god is a genie
who's bottle is covered with sand
my love is the maid
Dane Anne
and thousands of suitors
have ask for her hand
all dressed like princes
in gem's and furs
lined with red and purple silk
armed with jewel encrusted stilleto's
and gold belts
capes with gold and silver
tapestry all with original designs
of family crest
Noblemen and boys
riding every kind of fanciful horse
smooth, brushed and well feed
but their confidence
is all but drained
by shear number of similar suitors
but beauty and prize
will not let them leave
and such as i but in
much lesser degree
of nobility
a commoner, a peasant, a spoiler
one who would pluck the flower
before it was meant to be plucked
one who's eyes have been challenged
beyond lust
one who's faith has come to believe
that this fair maid Dane Anne
belongs to me alone
no man has suffered
as much as i
to be over looked as a suitor
a sore in one's eye
yet no one can care more
or even try
for her hand i give all
and perhaps i'll die
for all my waken moments
find her haunting still
this magic over me
it must be her will
can such beauty cast
such an evil spell
that if thinking for
myself; i cannot tell
or is there a cupid
a godly spell
one that takes my willingness
under his own will
perhaps possessed by a spirit
who through love
can only live
empowered by my weakness
demanding that all i give
but such this state
i am
and complain, i do not
for such a gift is love
that will never be forgot
The detail is in the picture
The emotion is behind the lens
The beauty is within the subject
Power to move your audience
I see beauty within the mess
I see power in thy fragile face
I see warmth in the eyes of killer
I see potential in every frame
Snap, a child first picture
Snap, a teenagers first love
Snap, a broken heart walking
Snap, a memory in every scene
My camera is my eyes
My camera captures things we can't see
My camera can render you speechless
My camera holds the key to power in me
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Was brought a camera for Christmas and I think I may have found a new hobby as well
as writing, will experiment more and see, maybe even do a course on it.
Look how the stars move
In the sky of a dark night
I will love you until they're all out of light
Now between love and hate there is no fight
The sight of light makes everything right
You match the stars beauty
Going on and on and never ending
For you my back is bending
And this is just the beginning
Come on take my hand
Lets go for a ride
Let me take you to the other side
Let me show you what beauty realy is
It ususaly starts with a hug and a kiss
True romance is an unmatchable bliss
There is no pain so the story has no twist
We can prove there is still love in this world
Its time you see the beauty of nature
This is our special feature
This is us
Emotional love is a beautiful thing;
Intellectual love I simply adore;
But please don’t make me feel like a pervert
Because sometimes, physically I want you more.
I do love the person you are,
And I love the traits that you display;
But I also lust for the package you’re in
And your tantalizing sexual way.
Sometimes I watch you in wonderment,
Awed by your beauty within;
But sometimes I get so excited
By the beauty that’s wrapped in your skin.
I want to be a man who is moved
By more than what my instincts trust
But I must admit that I am also thankful
That you inflame my animal lust.
So please don’t get too offended
If every once in a while
I can’t restrain my physical self
And approach you with sexual guile.
Her beauty steals breath
Like furious fire
Her soul walks the night
Alone with desire
Her eyes mesmerize
With visions of love
Her lavender lips
Sent from heaven above
Her heart bleeds a river
To oceans of pain
Her beauty steals breath
Like clouds steal the rain.
He slinks to his place under the tree,
carrying his bag of art that swings
against his slender legs, and
he sits on a leaf-littered patch of grass
that’s surely brown beneath the
dull oranges and yellows of the leaves.
And as he sits, his shirt lifts up,
revealing just a taste of that delightful
flat stomach, which is only one thing
of beauty about this boy.
There’s a list.
A long list of beauty and perfection
and even grace as he taps his feet on
the ground and drums his fingers on
his lean thighs, listening to whatever
music is his preference.
I can’t help staring and
I can’t help feeling like I’m
stalking this boy that’s just a few
years younger than myself.
But his beauty enthralls me to
the point of hypnotization, to
the point that I can’t look away,
until he looks in my direction
then my eyes go north, east, south,
west, whatever direction he’s not in.
But seconds later I’m back to
taking in the shape of his torso and
the strong muscles of his forearms
that are revealed by rolled up sleeves.
Then, I’m back to his lean thighs
and the way they taper down to his
thin, but strong and firm calves.
He looks over in my direction
once again, this time I’m frozen
and can’t look away. He smiles
and my body starts to tremble
and I feel as if I could crumble
away at any moment.
He rises from his patch of grass,
leaving his bag of art behind him.
Now he’s next to me and I can’t seem
to open my mouth to say a simple “Hello”.
He’s silent as well, but then he
Kisses me
Kisses me
Kisses me
Now I’m back.
Staring into space.
I look to the left a bit and
he’s there, now lying on his
patch of grass,
listening and tapping and drumming.