Passion Blank Verse Poems

My midsummer night’s fantasy?
Lysander’s lady, Hermia. Now there’s a rare bird.
I picture her barefoot in the mist-veiled night
Wearing just a fairy garland and a gauzy...

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Lover's Delight
 Your sensualness illuminates my world of secluded dreams
Conscious thoughts, no longer kept as silent partners of my heart
Allow me to touch the secret...

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I want Love again and again 
Although Love does not want me!
Drenched in deathless golden light
I inscribe her name on the rib of the chest
...

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I feel like I met my spirit today
Maybe it is the soft piano playing 
Or it was from the Camus I was reading 
Or maybe...

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Unseeing Streetlamps 


Under the celestial awing
degrees of darkness
Stygian night or silky blue
Secret light seeps out of
manifold hurts
soon absorbed by night's hue 
By the quay, lovers...

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I live among the sunsets, all around
the dying flames of family and friends.
Shared dawns so vibrant, now so far away,
still remain remembered with affection
as are...

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The big bang

Albert Einstein, in a dreamy mood, said the Big Bang
was when the future, the now and the past happened all at once
It was...

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The Great Betrayal (festive speech)

May 9 is a great day for Russia worth remembering
World War 2 would have lasted longer and cost more lives
had not...

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Writing my poetry is like breathing,
the words fall onto the page with a sigh;
they inhale and exhale gasping for life,
and finally breathing and whispering.

Each poem...

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Believe

Darkness falls on every heart, mind and soul
filling the thoughts with fears, the plans with doubts
remembering the haunting of those years
when black bled through the...

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Conditioning
That entangled
Overlay of stories..
Identification
Brings suffering
And desires to
Escape what
Seems broken..
That's how the
Stories go..
Ending when
Stories bloom......

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Movies

Project 

Separation's glory

And missteps..

And

Seem the reality

With nothing

Projecting..

Characters galore

Not knowing 

Their stardom......

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The importance of the small things

Out of a crack at the foot of a wall, a tiny baby mouse
blinded by the brightness of this autumnal...

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Could I, should I, and may I?
You are my poetry. I am in love with his present, that my future longs for. 
My poetry is...

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hearing softly

listening aimlessly
 
feeling sad

crying profusely
 
pouting effortlessly

leaving loudly...

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