Best Passionlife Poems
Shall raw and bleeding wounds gape wide for thee
and overcoat each new parchments’ page?
Are thee foul succubus seeking a sage
undead and living vicariously?
Shall another’s soul flow unbound to thee
like a courtesan released from her cage
each tomes rich with crimson text overlaid.
So alone, thee can dine veraciously?
Shall life come a courting as thy subject?
Nay, lance the ripe boil of lassitude.
Purge thy barren cloister genuflect.
Author thine own life thee are not destitute.
Expand into the world, let life project.
Arise, pale spirit and the sun exude.
The sun rises,
The sun sets,
In between,
Life expressed.
Only time.
We live,
We die,
In between,
Life,
Only time.
Why,
Are you?
Sweet October,
Time after time,
Day after day,
I love you,
Every way.
But you had to go,
You left me here,
With all my fears,
With all my tears.
Memories,
Strong, forever,
A beautiful life,
Gone as if never.
Remember me,
Where are you,
A life so perfect,
A life so new?
Move on,
Another place,
Another time,
I will be with you.
My sweet October ….
Stay.
Without persons there would not be a tear
Of wells they spring forth of emotions clear
What be purpose so personal a tear
Running in river’s emotions so clear
Emotions of a mother brings a tear
Cuddling newborn baby very dear
Neglected child, poor misfortunes not mild
Borne in broken homes of chaotic wild
Salute of veterans brings many tears
Sitting without their legs in their wheelchairs
Their sacrifices visually clear
Their freedom for ours, something very dear
Their salty drops of water drop in beers
Taverns of lonely hearts, tokens of Cheers
Tear lotions, giving emotions of dove
Consciences would soon sear over without love
Little bitty tears spoil the acts of clowns
When final act of life’s curtain comes down
Salty tears neat, when life produces treat
Tear summative blessings of life be sweet
May we live and learn as tear rivers burn
As human faults, failures and pleasures churn
Let us measure our treasures by tears lost
As life measures our pleasures, counting the cost!!
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Destroyer ~ Poet
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Dust never settles on my back
Nor does rain on my nose
As the demands of the day persevere
The quietness of the night strengthens my soul
Pain is a stimulus of sorts
A constant reminder of my work still to be done
Time has indeed served as a mirror of my mistakes
Yet I persevere until the battle is won
Visions of Heaven delight my heart
The heat from Hell has changed my ways
Neither mediocrity nor hate shall enter my house
For the pursuit of wisdom marks the rest of my days
As angels do not sing me praise
Nor shall I hang crucified for my wrong
My life shall stand as my judge
My life and faith shall be my song
It is with sad heart that I say my goodbye.
It is there I will miss the smile you put apon my face everyday.
That just having you kept my heart pumping to where now it is dead of feeling.
It is of a heartless soul to which exist within me.
It is with anger and tears my eyes bleed.
With that of a rose to which is of dead leaves,so does my being
know of its feel to dry and die away.
My sight is no longer there for like the fresh of breath he give me,it has vanish.
I am just a person now and not a being.
The love may still be there but it hurts me to take in deep air as my pain
I feel on my chest is a kill.
There I have lost the woman I love for life that once told,never look back.
But to look back is the experience that life has taken,rather good or bad.
But that of a trust to which was ripped and torn to shred.
It was of a love one could know and feel.
That to which made them stand proud to say I am who I am and this is my other half.
One that only one could dream of with their eye's close but not to be pinch for awakening
because their eye's where already open.
It's there the pain hurts because loving you exist no more.
That there is a void harder to fill and that's having you made everything seem so real.
All blocks is gone because so am I.
That you find nothing but an empty wall with no writting there with love but you
find a man lost in the moment.
Because their his love was strong for only one woman.
He never really understand why she loved if she really did but them words touch
deeply into a soul now torn to shred.
But his love still is that one day it finds it's way back where it belongs and he may live to
love another day instead of hating everything to which is now just life to him.
But to love that specail woman that makes his world go round and time stand still because
there she was everything.
That now it's all just a dream.
I Love~ them words doesn't even matter because thats all they was.
Were something to hurt the being because there it really doesn't exist but in the mind
because my heart bleeds river of blood.
In my life there are many things I crave.
Passion is one of the biggest cravings I have,
Because with passion comes many other cravings;
Love, Happiness, Friendship.
These are only the passion for emotions though.
Reading, Singing, Dancing.
Now these are passions for doing things..
But none of these passions compare to my passion for writing.
When I write everything else in my life goes blank.
My worries disappear.
My stress fade to nothing.
When I write my heart beats faster.
My mind races into a million ideas.
My soul flutters like a butterflies wings.
Writing may not be my only passion in life,
But it definitely is my only true passion.
My passion for writing goes beyond anything else in life.
If I could not write down my feelings,
They would tear me apart from the inside out.
My world would come tumbling down.
Without writing my life would be nothing.
Crying into the wisdom
of love
Trudging where life
has no end
With an outlook
of where I am today
A man cries
into the wisdom
of life one would
think it's a sign
of where he is today
A sudden wind blows
in from the north
unshoved
Bright stars begin
to shine, luminating
high above
As a man cries
into the wisdom of love
Ina state
for perfection,
on his return
to what he consider
his home grounds
but haunting
flashbacks quickly
reminds him of a past
once filled
with his own affections'
Crying
into the wisdom of love
trudging where life
has no end
with an outlook
of where I am
today
With a smile
a note sent
many miles away
A man cries
into the wisdom
of life a found gift
that have him
where he is today
pain and suffering endured giving life
love and happiness enveloping youth
kindness and guidance given throughout the years
content and fearless as her death nears
tears of sorrow shed as she departs
tears of joy as time brings spirits to reunite
mother and children together in everlasting life
Looking into your eyes as
my fingertips trail across your skin.
If I was ever more content,
I surely don't know when.
Your hair soft and smelling of jasmine,
blonde curls brush your face.
You roll over and wrap me in your arms,
I feel at peace in your embrace.
I open my eyes and I'm all alone.
Your side of the bed, empty and cold.
Tears threaten to spill over
when I realize you're not here to hold.
I want you here with me,
Damn you for leaving my life in such haste.
I miss your touch along my skin,
your kiss so sweet, I still taste.
Your eyes so dark blue
they resemble a sapphire jewel.
To think I could keep those treasures
for myself, what a fool.
I can't take back all those
horrible things I did and said.
There have been many days I've
wished I'd have left you instead.
I keep going over it all in my mind.
And it just doesn't seem fair.
A life stolen for drugs by
an addict who didn't care.
The fact that he is your brother
was the worst of it all.
I see just how far crack-cocaine
can make a person fall.
I'll never forget you and
I'll love you until my very last breath.
And as long as I live
I'll never be over your death.
Been Pushed
I got pushed by the
sensation of others;
For my price is to cross
but the hardest ways.
I got yet the most expensive
cross-sectional of life;
Making life much better!
I got all but once,
One of life sky-rocket
chance to height;
For the cost's one yet expensive.
I've got the truth in been pushed
and been pushed by
others desire.
Sometimes I wonder if life will ever change.
Same thing day upon day,though my life prearranged.
Waking up to that same old beat of the drum.
(OH HUM HUM)
Seems waiting for my purpose,never shows its face.
An ongoing timeless marathon,
continueing in last place.
Working for THE MAN,just keeps me so uptight.
Even rising out of slumber now,
seems an endless fight.
Discontentment plays a big part,in dealing with lifes terms.
Serenity and happiness,
are what this cowboy yearns.
So many missing pieces,on what my lifes about.
Cant figure out my feelings,
on whether pout or shout.
One thing I know for certain,is that I hold GOD in my heart.
And at the end of any given day,
he will allow me a fresh new start
T wo little infants, born miles apart,
W ander through life with twin broken hearts.
I njured by those they thought they could trust,
N ow life had slipped by, like a handful of dust.
S omeone above must have made their paths cross,
O n seeing each other, they were no longer lost.
U ndying, their love spanned thousands of years,
L aying to rest all the pain and the tears.
WOMAN LOST 6/28/01
Who ever told you that you were still a queen?
You’re so trifling and loud, always heard but never seen.
Speaking of scene, you always make one when you can’t have you’re way,
When are you gonna realize that for you’re actions,
You gotta pay?
Don’t you think it’s time for you to wake up?
Stay outta the bars, and go to the grocery stores?
Act like a momma instead of some type of ****,
Stop making excuses, and wash you’re nasty butt.
Cook a meal once in a while,
Stop using those drugs
Before you’re life is wasted, just because.
Get down on you’re knees, and say a long prayer
To the only Daddy who hasn’t abandoned you,
In you’re time of need and despair.
Hang on to the little dignity that you have left,
Give some attention to the things in you’re life that you use to love best.
Be the queen that we all knew from the day of conception,
Before you wined up dead on the streets, and be known to us during you’re last rights
As another Jane Doe the exception of deception and shame.
Then you’ll be lost to those of us that loved you,
While you were still around to live you’re life and reframe.
PROMISE
I give you heart, to lift us if there's sorrow
to guide us to what God alone can see,
I give you faith, to help us want tomorrow;
to make of life what we'd have life to be,
I give you hope, for times without a reason,
the very hope that brought your love to me;
so we can know that season follows season
and life is but what we make life to be.
I give you love, that never has an ending,
that knows no bounds, this love is all of me,
and love from you is all my apprehending,
that life will be what we make life to be.
I give you me,
yes all of me.
Virginia Beach, VA 03/11/2011
Passion
Passion can be very good,
But it is misunderstood.
“Passion” comes from the word for “suffering,”
So, in a sense, without buffering:
It can give, but it too takes,
For every heart it lifts, it breaks!
If you feel it, then you know,
There is no other road to go
Down that gives you such a rush,
But, your dream, can it crush.
If the question were put to you,
What would you choose to do?
Would you choose to stay inside,
Alone, in the dark, would you hide?
I don't know, but I think,
To do that, would drive me to the brink!
Vote for passion, and you'll live,
With all the fun that life can give!
Vote for passion, vote for thunder,
Tho' it could tear your heart asunder!
Vote “no” to passion, and you'll see,
How truly bland that life can be.
Around you, only gray and grayer,
In the game of life, no player!
True, you'd never suffer losses,
But, I suspect that your bosses
Would make life as drab as could be,
It's not like you could be happy!
“No” would mean your “bucket list,”
Would, of a million things, consist!
If you had not the guts to try,
How would you do it 'fore you die?
Helpers would you then enlist,
To help you whittle down your list?
Would you let them have the fun,
Of the things you should have done?
Now let me tell you all about
The things you would be missing out:
Wonders in the skies above,
Colors on this Earth, and love.
Bruises there would be, by the score,
But you would gain so much more,
As a thing to check off your list,
How about a midnight tryst?
Don't wait 'til you're almost dyin'
To gain the heart of a lion!
Anything that's purely fun,
Should, today, be done!
Passion is its own reward,
Don't let your wishes become a hoard,
Live your life as if you mean it,
Your headstone, one day, they will clean it.
What will your marker say?
“Born and died on the same day?”
“Never passion, never lust,”
“Now he lies here, only Dust?”
Don't let this occur to you,
Find what it is you LOVE to do,
Then you will understand,
Today, take PASSION by the hand!