Passion. Poems - Poems about Passion.

ART! He painted my death, With such dedication I've never seen before. Every stroke of his brush, on that paper, marking out each curve, twist, and turn my body made As I writhed in pain. Premeditated murder, or a death masquerading as suicide, or perhaps just an unlucky soul. My hands on my throat as I choked to death, He didn't...

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The day starts ...

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I lace my shoes as morning breaks, The hush of dawn, the route I take. With every step, the world fades out , the sunrise is motivating, no room for doubt. The rhythm builds, my breath in sync, Pacing Past sleeping streets ,and my skin flushes pink. My thoughts untangle, calm and clear, Each footfalll is bliss , my heartbeat...

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They bloomed together within the same state of mind though parted by differing time zones. Words sprouted into flights of flesh, sprig-like inklings soon budded into Passion Flowers as they nailed each other to a burgeoning phone-talk and flourishing images. O such blossoms! O how the wide world can cling and clutch around far distant hearts, sadder yet the perfidy of too hungry a need, for indeed he also...

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In the stillness of a soft-lit room, where whispers dance like fireflies, our breaths entwine, the air thick with unspoken thrill, a tender hesitation lingers before skin meets skin, warmth igniting in quiet anticipation. Fingers, fumbling yet eager, trace the curves of new terrain, a map yet to...

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first love's false flame burned way too hot and left me nothing but the want for fiery passion to remain to keep me bound in love's pleasure-pain like chasing an addiction high more and more but always just shy I find that I am in a cage I have lost this ancient war you waged so injured, I then licked my wounds...

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2025.07.09 Wednesday. Ludwig van Beethoven wrote "To play a wrong note is insignificant, To play without passion is inexcusable". I have been distracted and emotionally affected, By this particular shop. Therefore, "To be served by a bunch of unlady like women Who screamed, and yelled so loud at one another, At their shop in food court of the shopping centre Would be like to...

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I am ready to be the dawn for the woman God created for me. At daybreak, I'll caress her face, awakening her with my rays. At twilight, I'll share her silence, as the moon replaces the sun. She will stroll the seashores with me and watch the beach birds march in sync, as waves of tranquility...

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When I’m with you, I’d do anything, For you make me feel like a complete man. In happiness or sorrow, I’ll always strive, Even if it means risking my life, to thrive. My love for you knows no bounds— This feeling is new, it astounds. I won’t turn back; I’m committed to stay, You make me want to go all the way. You...

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She walks through the world with a quiet grace, A spark in her eyes, on a sunlit face. Laughter like music, clever and wild, With the soul of a queen and the heart of a child. She hides her light behind a broken smile, Counts her flaws and lives in denial. Not knowing her words could bend the sky, Or that gods...

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For once in my life, I want to be a poem, Written with many metaphors, By a poet with a heart that flows Flowers of romanticism like the rivers That roar with devotion deeper than the oceans. I may never last forever, Immortalise me in your poem, I want to smile forever, I have had oceans of tears Splashing my heart And tearing me...

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There’s a wildness in you Burning like the desert sand It taints a man’s blood A fierce promise in your eyes More glorious than sunset over the mountain It defies me to say ‘no’ But that’s the only answer I can offer For I’ve taken an oath And I must live it For honor – for fidelity Let passion perish ...

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It's a pity ~ such a pity ~ That behind those eyes, Lies, nothing but hazel pretty. It's a shame ~ a great shame ~ There's zilch we share In common, Remotely similar, or the same. It's a heartache ~ a real pain ~ Each other's hearts, Both lives left stained, Losing more than we thought Possible, ~and~ ever would've Gained. ....

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His fingers flew like hummingbirds across his old guitar as he played his wordless melody in the shadows of the bar. Suddenly the crowd was still as every ear tuned in to hear the song without the words that sang itself to him. But someone in the shadows listened deep within her heart and heard...

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