Best Passioned Poems


Premium Member The Wind and Sea

The Wind and Sea


The mighty wind unleashed its gusty song 
     across the tranquil, undulating sea,
and stirred her body with his breath-filled kiss.

Set out to resurrect the dormant wave,
     with ever-gaining speed, began to ride
her surface till it formed the throbbing swell.

She came alive with joy from wind's strong kiss,
     and quivered to the music of his song
to join as one...the wanton wind and sea.

Vibrating life into the waking swell,
     as higher climbed the ever-mounting wave,
the wind pursued its frantic, urgent ride.

In rapturous communion, wind, and sea,
     succumbing to the magic of their song,
together formed the wave with passioned kiss,

and reached the grand finale of their ride;
     with great dynamic thrust, exploding swell,
at last attained their thrill, the highest wave.

Wind's lusty song has left the tranquil sea;
     its breathless kiss has bid farewell the wave
to end its ride, and put to rest the swell.


Sandra M. Haight

~1st Place~
Premiere Contest: 2019 Poetry Marathon Mile 11
Sponsor: Mark Toney
Judged: 01/17/2019

~2nd Place~
Premiere Contest: The Poet's Fire
Sponsor: Gregory R. Barden
Judged: 12/07/2017

~1st Place~
Contest: Wordscapes
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Judged: 08/17/2016

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The Tritina form is a mini version of a Sestina but there are three Tercets 
of three lines and a final line which uses all three words; 10 lines total.
The three Tercet's use the same three ending words in a pattern.
 
I intermingled two Tritina using six ending words in the required
pattern with the last tercet using all six ending words from both of them.

 1st Tercet: 1 2 3   song sea kiss
2nd Tercet: 4 5 6   wave ride swell           
3rd Tercet:  3 1 2   kiss song sea
4th Tercet:  6 4 5   swell wave ride
5th Tercet:  2 3 1   sea kiss song
6th Tercet:  5 6 4   ride swell wave

7th Tercet:  1 2  3 4  5 6  song sea  kiss wave  ride swell

Premium Member Negative Love

Our eyes met 
Across the room
The sight of her
My heart went boom
 
Her shiny hair
Skin so fair
Slimline body
Shaped to stare
 
I introduce
Myself to her
Her accent sweet
Perfect purr
 
Drinks drunk
We make our leave
Joining hands
Like a weavers weave
 
Late night walk
Hand in hand
The talk is sweet
Of the loving kind
 
We stop and share
A dreamy kiss
As we read our minds
Eventful wish
 
Back at mine
I pour us drinks
Moet Champagne
To me she winks
 
Close we hold
Each others frame
Dancing slow
With this gorgeous dame
 
Adventurous hands
Explore each other
Naked flesh
Revealed from cover
 
As i hold her close
Her breasts charm me
Pert icons
Caress me
 
My manly hands
Run through her mane
Down her spine
To my wanting aim
 
Her curves so arced
Architectural gem
As she gently strokes
My wanting stem
 
She takes my hand
And sits me down
Astride my thighs
Slides on my crown
 
Slowly we share
Each others joy
As we pant and groan
This girl and boy
 
Throbbing bulge
Inside her heavenly cave
To adorn her walls
Our pulsing craves
 
I pull her in
As we release our flows
Joyous moans
As our bodies glow
 
We kiss and enjoy
Our united mix
As our tongues unite
With passioned slick
 
We share a shower
And lay down our heads
Cuddling close
In a silken bed
 
I awake in the morning
To a note left near
Beside the message
The drawing of a tear
 
Last night my dear
I was blessed like a dove
Your my one night stand
My negative love


http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love2.php

the promise

"the promise"

reflective stars
guiding moons
shining suns
wishful dreams
what are these

our glances
our whispers
our embraces
our touches
what are these

the promise is passioned
the promise breathes
the promise is alive
the promise is ours

these we hold

SkyWatcher
01-13-24
© Lisa Ricci  Create an image from this poem.


Premium Member Shadowed Night

As sable floats the shadowed night
I stand in true love's disrepair
beneath a host of haloed light
this lamp shines in the autumn air.

I stand in true love's disrepair,
of nuptials do my dreams now flow. 
This lamp shines in the autumn air
corona of an opal glow.

Of nuptials do my dreams now flow, 
my thoughts of crimson honeymoons.
Corona of an opal glow
now whispers vows and passioned runes.

My thoughts of crimson honeymoons,
beneath a host of haloed light,
now whisper vows and passioned runes
as sable floats the shadowed night.

Premium Member Stockings, Basque, Tattoo's and Music

Semi naked she stands
In her stockings and basque
Long black velvet gloves
Being sensuous is her task

Her long black flowing hair
Cascades down her back
Her beauty captures all
There's no lack of that

She has me on my knees
Kissing her black leather boots
Luring me into temptation
To savour in our fruits

Her body pert and proud
As tattoo's grace her skin
For we join in another adventure
Like the playing of a fine violin

Our music starts to play
Heart strings touched and tuned
Orchestral in join
Like the earth and the moon

Our passioned ensemble
Creating notes of joy
The meandering of our hands
In continuous employ

Our music plays for hours
So many many songs
Stockings, basque, tattoo's and music
All night long



http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love-6.php

True Love

Shall I roses, ruby hued
Shall I trinkets, gem imbued
Shall I words, in passioned mood
Promise love, sincere and true?

Shall I Cupid’s bow request
Shall I darts in you impress
Shall I pierce that perfect breast
Just to prove I love you best?

Not though heart should cease to beat
Not though breath should be deplete
Not though time should life defeat
Could I love you more, my sweet

No earthly flower, nor gift, nor sound
Nor arrow … pledge love more profound


Tanichka 's Gifts

A sparkling thought
you threw
I caught
safe now in my pocket
When I get home
when I'm alone
I'll put it in my locket

  A keepsake lives
and always gives
more joy thru the years
I need your thoughts
the ones I've caught
protect me from my tears

 Though rash and wild
I'm still a child
who swings out on a dream
please give me one 
when you are done
for mine has lost  the gleam

 the gleam of youth
of breathless truth
that passioned life alive
sits on the floor
outside my door
asleep tll you arrive

Ode To Morning

Ode to Morning

Yon morning, spellbound mistress of the skies
    How gently all your feathers move apart
How lightly thrill your soft, eternal sighs
    And feed with hope and mirth my swollen heart
    How softly sway your tresses of pure gold
        And glut with wealth the barren, night-sprent glade
            And plump the crisp, brown hazel shells with beams
        And cast a light strewn with a cooling shade
            Athwart the gentle ebbs of oozing streams
    Once quiet, still unravished yet. How bold

Your bubbling swells all cast their glinting charms
    Across the earth’s soft cheek and softer breast
Yon morning, wrap the world within your arms
    And light each mead with gloried noonday zest
    And twine with passioned rays the Heaven’s steep
        And cups of all the gem-encrusted buds
            And feed the bowers with a web of light
        And all the clouds with Lord Apollo’s rods
            Of nascent shine to veer away the night
    And all the evil spells of its black sleep

Return to us, gold morn with aching pride,
    And wake the spirits of the sleeping clouds,
And stir the bees which in the foxgloves hide,
    And let the bashful roses pry their shrouds
    To feel upon their breasts the cooling breeze
         Unfold from out the mountain’s stony rim
             The rainbows, looming arches, sundry hued
         Gold morn, when midnight’s sleepy glow shall dim
             And leas no more shall be by stars bedewed
    Then glow, until the lark sings with full ease!

© 2014 Gleb Zavlanov

Ode To a Bee

Swift bee, the gilded messenger of bliss,
    Begirt with golden stars of Heaven’s span,
What draws you to the clover’s gentle kiss?
    Sweet nectars, that the strongest drinker can
    Carouse with dreams and dizzy waves of sleep,
        Or mocks the freshest breath of summer’s clime?
            Swift bee, a flame-plumed star of black and gold,
    Why do you with your mouth, completely reap
            The liquors that each golden bud does hold,
        And lulls with somnolence the might of time?
 
Oh, bee, you spread the tufted pollen clouds
     Like nebulae of opal stars crossways
The delicate, soft digitalis crowds,
    Which passionately garner sunbeam rays
    Within their coral shells. I can’t express
        How much your toil’s worth to coming spring,
             And how so passioned glide your wings around
    The purple, gentle harebell’s loosened dress,
             And make, through pretty hums, spring’s hopeful sound
        Oft too profaned by your most fearsome sting!
 
Oh, pretty hummer! Hearty worker! Bee!
    I see you roaming round the garden’s bend,
Where sweet, white daisies wreathe a canopy,
    And make you but a hearty, cheerful friend.
    Swift bee, the aching, swollen heart of mine
        Desires comfort where pain knows no ruth
            The buds hold, like rich garners golden grain,
    Ambrosia of the gods, dream’s honeyed wine
            So bring and let dear bee, such moisture stain
        My lips and warm my heart with spring’s bright youth!
 

© 2014 Gleb Zavlanov

Premium Member If Only I Could

if only i could ... see
the wind as it soars flawlessly,
echoing off the forgotten faces 
smiles and frowns,
people long past and beyond.

if only i could  ... feel 
the unbridled serenity
of times of peace, not despair ... not  so, 
... I am afraid, for we

have been seduced into passivity, of non-joy,
our new ....        of man, a descent into an abyss 
where man walks tall into death 
and despair on the wings of endless surfaces on our hands and knees.

if only i could ... taste
the sweetness of unbridled elation
as a bird in passioned flight …
with the sun on my back ... a heated

breeze in my face ... of no more
if only i could, if
only i could, if only
i could - i would ... but alas, my time has passed.

the summer of my youth fades with the ticking clock
of memories and soon to be forgotten - trees, flowers, birds galore
no more.
i am in the fall of my times - pensive in thought - but actioned still

passionately in joy. finally i am myself within myself
a smile ...
i am with her, the sweet scent of honey suckled dearness
in my front – still.


© Charles H Keys, 2012.  All Rights Reserved
© Chuck Keys  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member MLK's Beloved Community

MLK's Positive Beloved Community Psychology:

The study
and mindbody experience
of positively regenerative life
as appositionally dipolar,
double-negative correlational,

Mind consciousness
and body conscience
co-arising empathy
back into endosymbiotic dissonance,
physical-ego decay

And metaphysical-ec(o)-soul irrationality
of unbalanced temporal-neural dysfunction,
growing autistic depressive-repressive anger and fear,
chronically disintegrative,
increasingly climatic degeneration,
dis-ease racing toward even further Yangry Fear
monocultural trending self/other
shame/blame,
socio-eco-political 
ungrateful
unforgiving pathology

For missing out
on humanely divine 
polycultural 
dialectical 
nondualistic mind/body
crown/root bilaterally intelligent opportunities
 
To choose full-health wealth investment i
n polyempathic passion/pleasures
of Beloved Woke Community

Interior within Exterior Landscaped 
revolutionary content thought
contentment felt

Through Positive BiCameral EcoPsychological Conscious
body gratitude
mind positive attitude
spreading our trauma-in/ex-formative
co-passioned networking virus 
ReStoring BodyEmpowering Justice
and Civil MindEnlightening Peace,
PositiveMind BodyPleasureTherapy

CoOperating beloved back
to YangFather 
SunCrown enlightening
YintegralMother 
EarthRooted empowerment.

The Dame's Reply To the Passionate Poet

(Reply To The Passionate Poet To His Love)


So come with you and become your love?
Intrigued am I, I must admit
For you have chosen me to be
The only woman you’ll ever need

But you must stop and understand
The woman chooses and not the man
The birds and bees that you refer
Their flight of passion I will defer

The man I want, the one I yearn
My every mood he’ll need to learn
Address my doubts with words that soothe
While wanting too my mind to use

A rendezvous, a subtle place,
A chat, the view, your handsome face
Your words paint pictures of such delight,
But I want more within my life

I’d love to see some poetry
Your words of beauty I’d love to read
And if my wants you look to fill
I’ll come with you and become your love

You offer passion, but I need more
Your passioned love, will it endure?
If my desire you care so much
Then I will come and become your love

Written in Texas -2012

Ambition, Love and Mortal Fate

Before me, as I slept one summer night
    Came, graced in gems of midnight’s pale beams
    Three maidens, wrought of finest faery dreams
For never had I witnessed such a sight
Of passioned beauty. Still of grace, in spite
    There loomed above their forms like ghastly steams,
    The product of all pessimism’s schemes:
The shade of melancholy’s ghastly sprite
    Upborn upon the sky! In wistful shroud,
        It stalked each footstep on the placid frown
            Of earth’s terrain, beneath their wistful gait
    Until at last, it drained (like drains a cloud
        The last of evening’s rays, which frightened, flown)
            These maids: Ambition, Love, and mortal Fate.

© 2014 Gleb Zavlanov

Premium Member National Narcissism

Nationalism,
like other faces of narcissism,
multicultural cynicism speaks in ways devoid of integrity,
authenticity,
global transparency,
empathy,
active power and authority of and for,
from and toward, resiliently positive energy,
compassionate wealth of health,
resonant power,
regenerative EarthPassion,
more like internationalism,
like other faces of polycultural embrace
v monoculturism's attacks


Psychological, and yet political,
neurological, and yet also macro-economic,
ecological, but holistically E-CoOperative Networked,
messianic, yet also eco-bodhisattva theocratic,
non-violent commissions 
and enthusiastically non-sectarian sacred missions,
universal Yang with unitarian Yin truth with beauty principles,
LeftBrain bipolar, except within RightBrain dipolar, co-passioned,
ZeroSum secular Energy Resilience 
winning by also winning ZeroZone Light/Power sacred Source

Healthy paradigmatic systems 
re-engaging intuitively wealthy FlowPower,
Here co-arising not not Now, again reiterating
WinWin 4D space within ZeroSum bilateral time-range

Political and economic arts of proportion,
balance,
symmetry,
ego/eco-passion
informed by LeftBrain articulating rational sciences,
deep learning authentic nutritional values
for yang's egalitarian trust-conserving system strengths
with yin's compassionate energy/power,
liberally effluent, yet deductively efficient, resilience

Across full-color living canvases
dynamically revolutionary lyrics
indigenously positive deviant choreography,

Power and energy creation paradigms
multiculturing robust evolutionary health-flow charts
mapping effectively co-operative reverse-hierarchies,
eco-art cooperative therapies for political and economic ego sanctuary,
co-passionate expression
Left with Right,
West with East,
North with South
polypathic multicultural power/energy 
feeding ego's Earth CoPassion

Communicating across resonant bilaterals
far more resiliently than mere nationalistic
ballistic narcissism's 
short-term 
anti-empathic 
survival of the not fit-iningest diverse non-violent health strategies,
integrity policies,
non-partisan procedures,
non-sectarian passions.

Her Castle By the Sea

Euphorias angelic rapture breathing it's raging
Celestials crashing waves in whirlpools of desires
Gliding atop her glistening moonlit beauty; cresting..
Oblivious unto the night and her stars which bathe us
As ecstasies flames; aneath a passioned kiss our flowing
Volcanic tides mingling love's rising betwixt, melting thighs.

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