Passion. Poems - Poems about Passion.

The Whispering Begins

Boitumelo knelt where no one stood, His hands soaked deep in healing wood. He was not king, nor sought the seat, Just guardian to the village beat.
He'd lived in stillness, left the blade, His spear long buried, peace now made. But winds had shifted, drums were tight, The air grew thick with unseen fight.
A child

You Are Why

I want you to be why
I scream and sigh.
I want to act shy
While I am so high.

I want you to be why
I am as happy as pie.
I want you to slowly try
Without me needing to pry.

I want to cry,
For someday we all die.
I want to scry,
To see if we never say goodbye.

I want to cry...
Something

The Bell of the East

When we speak, I hear your voice through the words! Only a few times have I heard your voice! To me you are beautiful and perfect in everything! Maybe I am a fool for having a passion that is strong and appreciative of your presence!
I would rather be called a fool by everyone for my

Butterflies from Broken Glass

Shattered mirror pieces
in a cold room -
filled with invisible battles
as the heart
searches for warmth

Numb eyes
deepening scratches. 
As seconds pass by, 
the urge to rest in peace grows, 
but own soul refuses to surrender.  

A golden light, 
from a narrow crack 
falling on those broken pieces
reflecting buried dreams, 
rising, drifting across the room 
like butterflies.

Reborn

Valor of India Unyielding Gallantry at Neuve Chapelle During 1915

Bravest Sons of India – Neuve-Chapelle, 1915.
(Linking Pin Sonnet – Dr. Joseph Spence Sr. Style)

India’s sons marched where guns roared in flame,
Flame lit their path as the Lahore men onward pressed,
Pressed with the Meerut through wire none could tame,
Tamed only by hearts in brave Garhwal dressed.

Dressed for the storm, Gurkha steel cut the way,
Way through

The Rose's Worship

The rose, beholding thy bright face, entranced hath grown,
All eye and cheek and ear in worship lost and shown.

Thou stole my heart, O heedless one—I still recall,
Though thou hast forgotten me, I stand and heed love’s call.

’Tis dawn, bring forth that wine jar, bearer, on whose face
Thy beauty's form in painted art hath found its

Blinding Love

I wanna feel that blinding love, The one you'd live for
The one which feels like sunshine and rain on your face. 
The one that feels like the first leaves of the fall.
I wanna witness the summer of love with, sweet voice notes, long hugs and late night shenanigans. 
Ballroom dancing in the middle of a

Still better than lust

in consumed passion
my heart longs for your true love
that flies wingless flight
yet your smiles cut through my dreams
sprouting love in fertile loam

as I so desired
so your love appears to me—
I, who begs for love
while it flows as in a stream
that has a source but no end

you want to deceive
with the love you only feign
appearing so

Still, thou art such a passion pill

Well-groomed ye keep thy tresses so curly,  
Thy tender big eyes extend nigh till ears,
O thou so slender, heavenly fairy,
White teeth in thy fair visage endears, 
Pearl garland adds to thy bosom’s beauty, 
By nature ye seem so pure to all seers,  
All these do cast waves ever so tranquil,
It’s strange, ye prove

Flashes of Colors In The Dark

This is such a dark room
that needs a dust & broom
and two lovers' attention,
if I had a cane to raise,
but I'll fall so suddenly.

Lost within my tomb,
cobwebs are on the rise,
Silently is the tune,
If I could kiss you on the cheek,
I may see some colour,
return back to my face,
and moist becomes the lips,
that fingers run

Tenacity for Life

Simply it's my life 
Full of tensions and problems,
But I never give up 
Cause I'm stubborn in it all,
I have passion for doing 
All that I want, want heartly,
I always face all the 
Troubles, problems and negativity.

Yet, sometimes I tir 
All of it, that happen bad,
Sometimes I can't 
Bear all interruptions in my work,
But I

Live your passion

Care like you're reaching for the moon
~ let each day take your breath away

IN GOD'S OCCUPATION

IN GOD’S OCCUPATION                

In all God’s seasons,
Labors of love are engaged:
Thus, be who you are.
You have been chosen by God,
To be the TEACHER'S teacher:-

To Jan from Jan Allison

Lyrics Totally by Jan Allison

I Dream

As I look at the stars at night
and dream of what is to be,
my heart begins to smile
for it is you I see.

Knowing that you're close,
yet so far away,
I dream of you at night
and think about you every day.

For, every moment without you
seems like an eternity.
I dream of the day we kiss
and I can hold

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