Passionless Poems - Poems about Passionless

...Motionless I stand Silently I wait Passionless I watch Master of your fate Helplessly you run Hopelessly you fight I take you by day And take you by night......Read the rest...

...I wanted to post one more small entry I will be responding to any and all comments have a wonderful night and weekend too thank you "unkissed rose" an unkissed rose has no life such......Read the rest...

...Your soul moved on faded Eradicated and lost I felt the emptiness The loss of such purity Tears emptied from my eyes My heart stopped beating Woe is my only emotion Passionless existence ......Read the rest...

...All alone you sit there in grip of graveyard, hosting demonic thoughts, Listening to cries of tombstones, squalling from lovers’ somber epitaphs, Recounting how you chased prospects, innocent souls......Read the rest...

...there is no fire in the lavender skies of February it is as if all that exists with warmth, light and desire has fled to the future it is here that the white swans muse and ponder slowly stirring......Read the rest...

...POIGNANCE   magniicence vivid towering eloquently glowing heraLding   alternatives lies impassive  passionless an established longing & celebration of an exact moving restraint......Read the rest...

...Has the fire indeed left the passion of this brush….. leaving now only colored strokes smeared upon the canvas… where once reigned hopes of calling to memory past days of glory and triumph......Read the rest...

...It took very little to make us happy young and intoxicated with feeling high on the thought of holding one another, embracing our way to madness, another bite of the apple we were deeply in lov......Read the rest...

...off by all only slightly, like a biker wearing a white striped, black leather jacket passing through the middle of the lane. "ive gone crazy before i can handle this" "oh its eleven o' clock" like......Read the rest...

...She lived to be the oldest of a staid, unremarkable bourgeois family. Lavender and off-white lace, complemented her black ruffled attire. She played the Granddame with much aplomb, the matriarc......Read the rest...

...Without fiery passion, there is no poetry – Oh, there are jingles of sorts! jingles of naughts – Limericks so on, and on and on – Rhymes two three and four, or as many more; but, for a lyri......Read the rest...

...Mammalian marrow, however brutal it tries, It will always be dreadful. Megaloblastic, mismatched, mammalian marrow. Does the mammalian marrow assist you to shake? Does it? I cannot guess but s......Read the rest...

...SOLE EXPEDITION OF MY SOUL EXPOSITION Your sole expedition of my soul exposition: Day and night falls, My thought calls, Flushed faced as staring walls, Vizarded like blinking dolls, Fr......Read the rest...

...Thrice better is the cowardly creeper Than a passionless lion laxing tame, Who toothless lies as lesser beasts Plot and paw jungle's sleeker game. More inspiring than any genius wit Is the d......Read the rest...

...He looks down on me in his condescending way Without words, he pities me, And without words, I accept He lives ......Read the rest...