Winter Passion Poems

And so it is, that both the Devil and the angelic Spirit present us with objects of desire to awaken our power of choice. There...

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  Martin Luther King Jr. Day is coming again
     Ho-hum, can we all pretend
  It's a deeply meaningful holiday
...

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Conjuring and challenging my silly, puny solitude…
Enduring and foliage of squalid grief…left me in the nude of the wintertime 
Sometimes, I wander…I wonder…I ponder so...

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Couched in the season,
by a fireplace ablaze.
The winter with it's snowy soft edges,
tasted bittersweet
-since I reminisced once more
of just how pleasing it was
in the golden...

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Angels fluff the bitter snow; 
 the frozen lake was a river’s know, 
that run rapids in season warmer flow. 
 for now, Angels fluff...

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As the final glimpse 
of the sun leads into 
an everlasting spectacle 
of twinkling dreams, 
peeking through 
    turmeric traces 
of an...

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Autumn comes with passion intense
As fall is ready to commence 
Leaves transform artistically 
In vibrance stylistically.

Motivated when fall is hence
Autumn comes with passion intense
The leaves...

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October is one of those months that begin to transition and change to prepare for winter.

As our days begin to shorten, this tenth month brings...

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Foggy mists engulfed the bright
When raindrops fell throughout the night
The lampposts glowed at midnights dark
When sweethearts kissed at Lover's Park
 
 
A kiss that did...

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She is my sonnet:
Sapphire eyes and honey hair…
Smile within my storm-

A rare blue rose blooms…
Her psalm, a winter night’s flame,
My heart, warm, flutters....

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Passion

    Passion's born a wormy moon
    Laying waste our good intent...
   As desire brings forth a foolery
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Orange floods the western skies
Blue the color of your eyes
Yellow bringing thoughts to mind
Of blouses and blankets, of dreams in kind
Of chairs for one that...

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I looked at the horrible faces,
agnostic,
I look at the beautiful faces,
pristine,
I looked for a summer in the midst of winter,
and for repose in a gruelling...

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A blossom in springtime is what you are
A cool drink of water from a dry land afar
Sir Winter you've passed, good now be gone
It's high...

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