Passion Romantic Poems | Examples
These Passion Romantic poems are examples of Romantic poems about Passion. These are the best examples of Romantic Passion poems written by international poets.
When I look back,
I see loneliness and an unfeeling heart.
Then I fell in love,
that's when my life truly starts.
I didn't think it was possible
to love someone so much
that you would almost die
just to feel her touch.
I can't imagine what would happen
or how I would survive
if you took your love away;
I could not keep my heart alive.
I can't explain the happiness
or joy that I have found
now that you've come into my life,
my world is safe and sound.
I wish I could give back to you
all that you've given me,
but the only thing I have to give
is to my heart...the key.
Body and Mind give way to the Heart and Soul.
They let the emotions take over yet remain in control.
Passion and sentiment now replace logic and reason.
Interchanging ever so slightly- as if from season to season.
Feelings flow freely, replacing all thought.
Emotions running wild without fear of being fought.
The Mind sits back and takes no part,
letting all decisions be made by the Heart.
And throughout the Body the Soul can now freely flow.
With the Heart now in control the Body can only follow.
As the Soul controls the actions revealing it's glow.
Every decision now based on "I feel" not "I think" or "I know"
Emotions unchecked by the Mind, the Heart's desires continue to grow,
and with the help of the Soul will continue to do so.
The Heart and Soul move slowly but soon control All.
This is what takes place when, in Love we fall.
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my tongue iz produce'n
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mine lips
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mine lips feel
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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 else never stays dry,
Because you are why
I don't want to die.
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 crowded street
Moments of laughing but most importantly, just loving.
A Love, that is straight out of a Cartland novel,
where the hero has it all
And then there's a picky princess who goes down for her only strength.
You know the kind of love poets write about, artists paint, musicians compose and singers sing
The one you see in the eyes and smiles,
in rainbows and the midnight skies
In a theatre or in an instagram reel
I wanna feel it all.
The epic, passionate love that lovers die for.
~ Shreshtha Mishra
lift me up, birds of praise,
I'm sinking in the spaces
of this unholy void.
She twirls with her lace,
and momentarily paces,
this cemetery is wired
hidden in darkest grit soils.
if our passion builds a fire,
elementary of the passion
we even forget our names.
As our eyes staked to claim
awkwardly drawn together,
so newly shyly terrifying,
if the spark wasn't mystifying,
lady bugs kissing on feathers
Love is sometimes subtle
like a dance across the moon
or a cool evening’s breeze lit by stars.
We smile, and then we turn away-
these modest games we seem to play
like Venus calling silently to Mars.
“Come hither,” says a sultry look,
a statement that a lover took
as seed of an emotion meant to bloom.
And if, by chance, we find romance
together we may choose to dance
a joyful pirouette across the moon.
A soft caress within the night
awakens my burning need for bliss.
Entangled with your warm delight,
seduction starts amidst this kiss.
Your lips, alluring and divine,
engulf me in desire's retreat.
Enamored by our sweet design
we draft a gage for love's elite.
Upon a canvas of romance
your beauty draws my sex appeal.
Excitement's blush begins its dance
as roaming fervor paints with zeal.
While skillful strokes discreetly trace
a portrait rich with cherished details,
a crimson glow adorns my face
as exaltation's hand prevails.
I gaze upon the scene where rapture hides,
the masterpiece that is you now on display.
Artistic inspiration guides
until the vibrant break of day.
As rays of dawn light the sky
we drift into a tranquil sleep.
On wings of love we ever fly
in dreams where passion's pull is deep.
In my dream, a welcome sight
You come to see me overnight
We cuddle up, you're on my lap
But not to rest or take a nap
I smell your Baccarat perfume
A scent that sends me to the moon
What Happens Next, Always, Bluebird
A whispered kiss that's barely heard
Perceived, a graze, I barely touch
My lips to yours, not obvious
Just close enough, the juices flow
A pulsing current starts to grow
Don't rush now, patience, let it build
A slow burn leads to being thrilled
Let's take our time, it's not a race
Allow me to control the pace
On a warm summer evening
we are pinned together on the octopus ride,
twirling with excited pleasure.
Even the breeze we swirl through
cannot cool us down,
for the passion of new love
consumes us.
We browse along the Midway,
and he buys for me spun sugar on a stick.
Later we sit buckled in on the seat
of a huge lit-up ferris wheel.
It circles round and round as we swing our legs
while surveying the bustling gleeful folk below.
I shiver with a fever
of anticipation.
At the pinnacle of our last go-around
on this gigantic wheel,
the ride hovers there in the cooling night air.
The stars above us seem to be dancing with delight.
He leans over and his lips meet mine.
I taste the sweetness of cotton candy
and melt into our first kiss,
never wanting again to come back down
to earth.
There aren't enough hours in the day
to do all I need to do
and for me
to be there with you
not enough days in the week
to go where I want to be
or for you
to be here with me
and tho' someone said, 'Crime don't pay,'
in a moment you stole my heart away
you're guilty don't want to lose you
an accessory I can't refuse you
a crime of passion I have to accuse you
of loving me in the first degree
(and the feeling's mutual in reciprocity)
as time steals up and goes past so fast
stolen moments are all we have
making each and every precious one last
I miss you Bluebird, come to me
You’re the only one I see
Regardless of the time of day
Your image on my mind does stay
And when I get a new tattoo
I’ll look at it and think of you
Touch it, feel it, passion play
Unrestricted, trace away
Kiss me as you’d kiss a baby,
softly to show your love.
Touch me gently,
as you would someone hurt and afraid.
Hug me and hold me tightly,
that I might feel secure and protected.
Smile at me and laugh with me,
so I can see your joy and inner peace.
These are the things that sooth my soul,
inviting me to join you in a loving relationship.
These are the traits that will open my heart,
allowing love to flow freely.
Agree with me that we each have the right to be authentic,
and we’ll be free to be the best we can be.
Now two shall be one as passion is unshackled,
we shall frolic in unfathomable love.
Each moonlit walk, each starlight gaze
On nights that knew such carefree days
Each whispered thrill on breezed romance
The passion of another chance
Each salted spray of ocean’s mist
On mornings blue yet to be kissed
Reminds me yet of nature’s grace
As time sifts sure like sand through lace
Oh let me sing sweet morrow’s song
While palm trees still wave to the sun
While rivers that know the secrets of life
Still course through the veins of my heart
For purpose must it always be
And must it be of such design
And is it not enough to breathe
To drink of love’s rich wine
Oh, let me know sweet morrow’s song
Again and again and again
Till every last note of the chorus is sung
And no line is yet rendered still
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 each silent word
his strings intended to impart.
Then, when the lights came up again
he hushed his old guitar,
and as her misty eyes met his,
he embraced her from afar.