Best Passions Poems
Sensing and yearning allure of daydreams
My musings amble in meadows of themes,
Sometimes wowing ebullience of dawning,
Sometimes luxuriating in moonlit evening
Gazing lambent skies of stellar twinkling,
Inviting me to echo my inner most feelings;
Of whispers romantic when love is courting,
Of giggling streams and blossoming springs,
Of resplendent autumn’s falling gilded leaves,
Of fate unkind, bawling, in throes of grief,
Of pristine joy beaming from mother’s eyes
Jubilant in delight of child’s innocent smile;
Of ebb and flow to life in seasons undulating
Spurring me to attribute form and meaning.
So, I write verses stemming from core of soul
Striving to capture essence of elusive words,
Exploring assonance, even in rhymeless prose,
Attempting to inspire spirit of wordless woes
As thoughts-poetic heart’s rhythms compose;
Of chromatic sunsets and scintillating dawns,
Of starless nights hosting tenebrous bygones,
Of tales strumming romance, of fables forlorn,
Of ideas enthroned, of paradigms bemoaned,
Of boundless expressions, of passions I own.
August 30, 2022
Placed 2nd: I Write Because Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
When twilight sighs blushing cobalt skies
And evening dons purple on sienna brown
As rainbow colors sprout blazing horizon
And scarlet winds echo intimate bird-songs
Beckoning sensuality of two loving hearts;
Meet me my love, doting illuminant stars--
Let passions waltz in music of romance.
When night adorns constellations above
And moonlit desires glisten your aura
Arousing titillation of your sensuous eyes
Hold me in bliss of your hypnotic trance
As you come closer invoking Shangri-la;
Greet me my love, seducing my response--
Let passions waltz in music of romance.
As fantasies blossom in odyssey of dreams
Seeking sanctuary in paradise of ecstasy,
Courting our story in flirtatious melodies
When you strum beats of fervid symphony
Enunciating words to lyrics of our revelry;
Kiss me my love, crooning tunes of its ballad--
Let passions waltz in music of romance.
Satiated now, snuggling bosom of dawn
Gladly we rejoice its affectionate applause
Pleading longingly for these feelings to last
Igniting their flame for one more glance
As we woo fervor of enchanting euphoria;
Cuddle with me my love, answering its call--
Let passions waltz in music of romance.
June 28, 2020
Poem of the day on June 30, 2020
Placed 1st: Sensuality poetry contest
Sponsor: Silent One
Passions Heat
In summer time
yes my sweet
When I’m with you
You won’t be blue
cos when we meet
the spark will flow
tween toe and toe
consuming heat
gently feel the afterglow
as you recline
sip red red wine
tomorrow waits
but satisfied
remember passions heat
Don Johnson
Pretty Francine inspired this verse...
The island birds have done their work,
Fed their young, and now take roost
In swaying palms with the setting sun.
I too have filled my sunny day
With mundane chores, I've toiled away
Until this magical twilight hour...
When I drink my tea and wander
Over reams of creative poetry.
Your romantic words have inspired me...
Let me fly freely... through the galaxy.
Though evening news causes much disdain
Your brilliant words bring delight again.
Romance blooms from pen to paper
In such vivid and fragrant floral bouquets.
So many forms and varieties I am astounded,
I can't take my weary eyes away!
The night is virginal and humid
As Jasmine releases her sultry scent...
Romance me with your tales of love
Which I respect as heaven sent.
As I read poems half through the night
They color dreams in dawn's twilight.
© Connie Marcum Wong
I could adorn you
with great riches,
but my greatest gift
to you is my poetry.
Lost in the gravity of your love,
my soul has lost control of its senses,
floating in euphoria,
ecstasy and elation.
In the presence of your beauty,
even the stars hide with envy.
My muse that was once mute,
is now briskly blooming at night.
My simple musings
were without meaning,
before the first glimpse
of your elegance.
Now my heart
is whispering to the sky,
enchanted by shades
of dreamy indigo nightfall,
as twilight glows in
clementine and violet hues.
An end to
monotone blackberry skies,
as the earth creates colours
in time for our union.
Moonlight illuminates
our dream world,
as pearls appear,
radiantly reflecting,
like a constellation
in your eyes.
Your luscious lips like
merlot petals,
entice with
soft sensual warm breaths.
As we blend,
it feels like the air is alive.
Consumed in intimate infatuation,
inhibitions fade in slow motion,
as desires dissolve
like a secret of the stars.
Crimson vistas blaze sapphire sky
Glinting twilight in lovers’ eyes
When desires smile and tempos rise
As autumn’s scarlet feelings vie
Whirling appeal of amber breeze
Sepia dreams crooning hearts seize
Tinting leaves in fiery red dye
Autumnal hints ignite romance
Stealing glance of alluring stance
And lilting vibes, gilded winds sigh
As moonlit mountains enchant sights
Gazing stars of seductive nights
Hoisting tenor of passions high
When embers of love boldly flare
Kissing lips of amorous stare
Crimson vistas blaze sapphire sky
As autumn’s scarlet feelings vie
Tinting leaves in fiery red dye
And lilting vibes, gilded winds sigh
Hoisting tenor of passions high
July 28, 2020
Poem of the day on July 30, 2020
Placed 1st: Constanza poetry contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
Eight syllables per line (howmanysyllables.com)
Slain lies the heart of innocence, a vanquished warrior
Of passions flame, melted is his shield of honor, this
Gladiator whom sacrifices all for pleasures desire.
Cutting deeply, do the knives of betrayal, leaving raw
Wounds exposed to the chilling air, of sorrows fallen
Hero, whom elups forth crimson tears of emotional
Regrets, in this arana of the broken hearted lovers.
Steels weapon of faith, melts in the weakened
Hand, as strenetith medusa turns upon him, shifting
Him unto the stone heart of loves lost soul, leaving
Behind a monument of gray.
The concurred romantic ceases, the last true bard
Writes no more, this lytrical man journies through
The valley’s of the shadowed heart, clinging upon
The light of hope, yet unarmoured this soldier
Battles blindly in the dark.
Maidens fall before him, kneeling, yielding,
Their inner being unto him, but the reddest
Rose petals possed before him turn blackish,
Unto his memory of faded elegance.
The wind still whispers her name in the
Darkness, the stilled frangrace lingers upon
The breeze, the softness of her fleshes coreses
Lies beyond his warmth finger tips.
But one another worthy shield maiden will
Revive this fallen foe, and no force in heaven
Or in hell shall separate these beating souls.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Love’s Power
It’s wondrous
enchants you entire—
passions hot
your heart beats
wildly with a true desire
for the one you love
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
September 19, 2018 (Shadorma)
Oh, mythical fairy, how bashfully you woo me tonight
Attuning love’s lyrics to music of the passionate night
Alluring astral delight, the moon and stars you invite
Dazzling passions emanating from your enticing eyes
Twinkling celestial heights in scintillating smitten skies
Seducing tenor of fiery night, as sparks of love ignite
Inflaming sensuous hearts under opulent moonlight
As the lady of mystique embraces her beloved knight.
Whirling rhythms of my tempo in glamorous dance
My desires you waltz beaming glances of romance
Hypnotizing me brazenly in clutches of exotic stance
Arousing flirtatious entreaties clamoring to conceive
Tantalizing sensibilities yearnings of bosoms weave
In forbidden web of transgressions, longing to unseal
Secrets of fantasy world, titillating your occult zeal,
As essence of love’s enigma surrenders to my appeal.
Savor my dear, elixir of life, before it’s time to depart
Painting portrait of this union on canvas of my heart
Narrating love poetically, reminiscent of Rumi’s glory
Adorning fable-eternal, scripting rhapsodic allegory
Beholden to doting night, unwilling to meet the dawn,
As echoes of our heart-bells endlessly toll on and on
Urging for this dream to live on, stilling reign of time,
Cuddling pleasures divine, satiating fantasies sublime.
September 24, 2020
Placed 2nd: The night of passion and desire poetry contest
Sponsor: Faraz Ajmal
twilight twinkles dawn
the sun rises with our love
feeling warm inside
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June.17.2020
Best Haiku Ever
Sponsored by~ Chantelle Anne Cooke
N/A for contest
A crystal glass brimming with fresh, ambrosial grape juice.
Some do desire imported grape wines.
No matter what, always recall, their source is God's holy vines.
I do live in heavenly, arcadian, wine country.
Occasionally, wearing, a purple see through scarf with lovely, gold leaves.
Misfortune, though, when one gets purple stains on luxuriant, shantung sleeves.
2/15/2021
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do you get hot with a passion,
with the right person,
close at hand,
the liquid state of subtle dampness,
when love is in a sweet demand,
when all is out of focus,
tossed out the window, banned,
thought of wanting,
has command,
consequences,
notwithstanding,
babies can be unplanned,
fate can conquer all, the plan.:)
Don Johnson
Loving passions come
to be alone in the busy world
emotions controlled
when......
petals of love are unfurled
heartfelt it feeds the soul
to be alone without a hope
bitter sweet the sting
suck on cantelope, a joke,
rock melons tasty thing
to be at one with nature
the butterfly flaps by
the grass so verdant green
itself is such an high
to seek in vain for answers
to seek and always try
to be one with the dancers
eyes lock yes by n by
if the lovers tryst is made
two then become as one
mindset linking thirstful drinking
loving passions come
Don Johnson 14-may-11
Dad is out back,
speaking to his swedes and turnips.
He only grows tubers, root vegetables,
that I sullenly refuse to eat.
There is one flower
a Passionflower, 'Passiflora Incarnate'
that clings to the garden fence.
I could not see any passion in it,
until mum showed me
the creamy crucifix within
the blue and white corona.
Dad belly laughs
as mum, showing me,
piously makes the sign of the cross.
Dad is digging up a real beauty,
that's what he called it,
a 'real beauty',
a soil crusted cannonball,
the monstrous offspring
of a cabbage and a turnip.
He was not a religious man,
but he did believe fervently,
in those strange passions
some have
for cabbage soup
and mashed turnip.
Dad never shunned something new
He felt he could learn “HOW TO”
Dad could do it all!
Amazed me, what he could do
And all the stuff that he knew
New things were a ball!
As time went on, and I grew
Like Dad, I liked new things too
They would just enthrall!
Engineering was my call
Lots of new stuff to install
Was I up to it?
I made it without a fall
Some classes I did appall
But I’d never quit!
Retired after the long haul
But never am I banal
Life’s good I admit!
Writing poetry’s a hit
I made golf clubs quite a bit
Play golf till I’m tan!
Fix guitars that are unfit
Then publish “How to do it”
Start a Bluegrass Band!
Building models from a kit
Don’t watch TV and just sit
New passions are grand!
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