Best Passiontime Poems
His:
He played softly on (Les Paul Strings) (The Day That He Returned Home) from the war. (One
More Mile) to go, then he will be (Kissing and Caressing) her. That was all he thought of on
his long journey home. He was going to try and win over (The Iceberg Beauty) he saw so
long ago while (Sitting on the Beach). (Nothing Ventured, Nothing Gained) so (He Left Her a
White Rose). He was hoping the (Dark Maiden) would become (Golden and Gorgeous) once
again when (In the Meadow We Lay).
(She Entered My Dream)s forever on that day, right after we dove into the water. When (We
Came Up For Air) (The Flow of My Heart) stopped suddenly. (Have You Ever Sat Still), so still
breathing stops, the eyes suddenly glaze over and when the (Doves Fly), (The Raven
Succumbs)?
Hers:
(Her Reoccuring Dream) was to become a blond (Beach Beauty) once again for him, as he
was always (In Her Dreams). He would cover her with (Sunset Kisses) and the flame of life
in her would never flicker and die. Alas, (The Mirrors Spoke) of her (In Ageing Decay) as
she (Sat in Shame No More). Her time was up, those (Three Wishes on The Sandy Beach)
were not enough. She needed a fourth to be young for evermore. Instead (On Blue Silk She
Lies), this time her eyes will remain shut (When They Close For Evermore)!
* Narrative derived from one poets work here on the Soup.
Time stopped, just for a moment
lovers crossed the inevitable line of ecstasy
indulging in ones fantasies
giving into the yearning desire,that burned so deep
basking in each others flowing rivers, turning the fresh lit
spark into an never ending blaze
no thoughts, no fears, no worries
suddenly, lightning strikes, the earth moved
and Time resumes
A cold front swept across the room
bringing forth an unwanted chill
not a word is spoken, their eyes never meet
for feeling of guilt and regret will be forever painted
on their faces
when the door opens, all innocence leaves
as the heart of the seed left behind bleeds
and a conscience returns holding one bound in solitude
wishing that time could rewind......
Even though our time is just
A moment here and there
To me you’ll never be
The average everyday affair
I know I’m just a picture
In the memory of your mind
The girl you keep a secret
The girl you leave behind
There was a time I’d lay awake
And dream of you and I
There was a time I wanted more
There was a time I’d cry
For love is never easy
When it’s given just by one
Love is never easy
When for him it’s just for fun
Love is never easy
When you think that it’s for real
But when the spell is broken
It's not love, but lust you feel
Your dreams diminish one by one
Illusions fade away
And in their place reality
Has come to have its say
So now I know the secret
To a passionate affair
To just enjoy the moment
To live without a care
To take each moment as it comes
With eyes now open wide
But always with your secret love
You just enjoy the ride...
I was never able to see so clearly.
My view constantly obstructed by your hands.
As you kept my eyes closed.
But now as I watch you walk away.
I can finally see clearly for the first time in a long while.
Now it's not so hard to cut ties with mere memories.
As I watch you sink into the trenches, falling victim to your own disease.
The grass isn't always greener on the other side.
Especially when you fail to take the time to fertilize.
Fertilze the ground that you have laid beneath of your feet.
You mistake my silence for weakness.
This is when the cliche, "actions speak louder than words," truly speaks.
I will no longer cling to the strings that kept wrapped tightly around my shoulders&knees.
One scream,"It's over."
I will not allow myself to be fed by the hands of the likes of you.
The game is over.
How quickly will you succumb to the quicksand that lays underneath your feet.
Trembling.
How does it feel to stand on shattered knees?
What's it like to fall straight backwards onto the sword that you buried deep into me?
Your final days are brewing like the sweetest tea.
This will be our final confrontation.
Revenge is a sickening feat.
But I have never felt so bloodthirsty.
As blood runs black.
I will watch you oh so closely.
I hope you never forget me.
I'm waiting for yesterday
I'm waiting for before today
I'm waiting for all the fun we had
I'm waiting now and feeling sad
I'm waiting for the day that I called you mine
I'm waiting for the sun to shine
I'm waiting for the time we shared
I'm waiting for the time you cared
I'm waiting cause I want you back
I'm waiting for you to unpack
I'm waiting for yesterday
I'm waiting for before today
As I myself considered this visions given truth ~
My spirit reserved unto its magnificent path....
Recognition, deep down inside that it is not I, who are a poet at all
Not as one whom would be thought although, I do sometimes write?
A verse extracted from these tempered veins; such caverns of gold ~
The greatest story ever told; time and time again....
Paintings, brushed throughout the centuries; days of old
Loving hands; so very softly do they hold, this majestic quill, before
These brightened eyes of mine; tender etchings upon the parchments
Precious blood dipped ink; the Lamb of life thus spoken
Speaking, from within this humbled heart and soul; rejoicing
Rippling waters a voice from Heaven; resounding these words; so lovely....
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"He," the most beautiful bard, of them all ~
Note: Smile ~ I Know, Just Call Me A Dreamer; "'Love,' Always," John!:) ~
Flavored by ardent emotions
Today you brought back my days foregone
Lost in the woods and darkness buoys up
The moonlit night appears to be adjourned.
This cosmic time appears to disappear
By the weakening of the dawn
But your soothed nature brought around
A splendid aurora recalling my ladylove, love numb.
Once again I reveled by your blondness
Couple of years later your smile adorned my charmingness
Lost in the woods and lasted out against casting off
Today I will pen you and lust you in my dreams ached for.
This cosmic time appears to disappear
By memories trivial
But the time now appears to be relished and becharmed
An angelic charm and my longanimity for love, thirst arrival.
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New,
Fresh,
Love?
Maybe...
Time, (is of the essence)
Holding me,
Kissing me...
Lips,
Face,
Arms,
Neck,
Hands,
Touching me...
Massaging,
Rubbing,
Holding,
Eyes,
Looking...
At me,
Into me,
Mind wanders,
Thinking,
Fantasizing,
Here and now,
The future,
Slow down,
STOP!
New,
Fresh,
Love?
Maybe...
Not yet.
Nervous,
Scared,
Pain and tears,
Heartbreak,
Trusting,
Opening up,
Talking,
Being myself,
Liking...
The MAN!
The dreams!
The views of life!
The respect,
Honesty and humor!
The touch!
The kiss!
The time together!
Hating...
The goodbyes!
The time away!
New,
Fresh,
Love?
Maybe...
I love when you make love to me
It's like extacy, eternity, destiny
I love when you are touching me
It's like evrything I want and need
Your my King and I'm your Queen
Something about how you
wanna carress me, undress me
love me
never leave me
makes me wanna call your name
three times
more times
six times
we times
love equal infinity
unlike no other
Please time
we take time
they time is like our time
slow wine
grind like
feel right
make love tonight
lets set the mood right
cause we like
making music and keeping it right....
Jack Daniels whiskey label
That has you out aged
Stamped in the silver tombstone
Aboard your belt.
And the dust on your boots
Not yet time worn, or tattered with age
Almost as shiny as your youth
Behind those still driven eyes
embers of a fire
Burning in your belly
Flickering to flame
In your dilating pupils
If whiskey were all that
Touched the rim
Could you even hold
A steady hand
Keep it all down
Or would your young-blood
Reject all reason
If I were a Mixologist
I’d brand your innocence
With something frozen pink and fruity
Or perhaps your Ivy League smile
Would entice the monkey’s lunch
Milk could still do that body good
But behind my condescending smirk
And my time tailored thirty-something taste for whiskey
There is a little, Miss McGill
That wants to brew you tea
Boil your barley-teasing-twenty assets
And let them steep in the confines
Of a solid bed frame.
Time.. Is it Ever On our side Or always Against us?
We seek time to live as we will, But it slips through our fingers like water.
Do we posesse It or are we Slaves to its Musings?
If time could stop, what would we do with the opportunity?
Would We Ascend to Godhood & benefit others Or would we waste the moment with our
personal wishes, Absurdities & trivialites?
The choices are innumerable, The possibilities Infinate,
What would you Do, which Do you Choose?
Your loving touch
caresses my heart
each time we embrace;
Your loving words
quiet my mind
each time we talk;
Your loving way
softens my soul
each time we're together...
All of you surrounds all of me.
I wish to love myself,
I want to be myself,
So timing the time the first time,
And dream to hit the bull’s eye,
Before… off the hands it passes by.
Humanity scores it right,
Society condemns it wrong,
So I felt to decide,
Before its too long,
What me, myself & I want.
Trying to push past the pain,
Sticking to it would lead me insane,
Can’t afford more efforts in vain.
Gotta focus on the goal……one that’s main,
I do now realize…. your “promising” brain,
Which, no way…can else drain.
All you need is time,
Till you’re ripe with skill,
That’s enough to make for yourself a time,
When “no disturbing” would be the bill,
In dozens yours would be such as Bondel,
And trust me!....millions, for you, would kill.
The passion to prove myself,
To prove the righteousness,
Many of which with I have grown,
Is all being proven,
When of the Self, have I taken hold.
It’s been enough of it,
Enough of waiting-for-it,
It’s time now to move,
For delay….there is no room,
Coz this is the time …….ONCE in a blue moon.
I got a little swayed,
I do that agree,
But not was that for nothing good,
Instead taught me – “When, how, and why be free?”,
By god, and thus keeps going my spree.
I tell the self from earned experience,
When you have the confidence,
And desire to make feel your presence,
Keep pressing for prominence,
Ever spreading your fragrance,
And that my dear….. needs perseverance; with patience.
Work your mind out,
And bring your heart out,
Sow the seeds you want to sprout,
Something world would miss and can’t do without.
I feel my tree grow,
Though slow may be the rate,
But, for now, matters is the flow,
That’s nowhere now astray to go,
Since in my hands I’ve got the fate.
Ink and sheet be my friend,
With that my life…”am” gonna mend,
The rules are now sure to bend,
Coz the darkness is….undeniably…not far to end.
There might be millions like me,
And I know there are many like me,
Even better than me,
Still above all…….matters to me,
Is that ...…“I am Me”.
Tasting The Flower
By Jeff Weiner
Such a pretty flower, smooth and sweet
Down on my knees I`m ready to eat,
Licking my lips, moistening for taste
Opportunities like this were not meant to waste,
The nectar flows down the chin
More each time the tongue goes in,
Swirling around, then in and out
Smiling each time more nectar comes out,
Moans of ecstacy buzzing in wait
As this bee begins to pollinate,
Petals wet with evening dew
Glistening after what they went through,
Nature brings its slight rest
Getting ready again to take the test,
Once more feeding on nectar so sweet
Now protecting this flowers ultimate treat.