Short Passioned Poems
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Lovely drops of love
Elegantly dressed in blue
At their sapphire eyes,
I felt passioned within me
Ready to be drown in blues.
14/05/2013.
If malevolent roses
were blue passioned red
And malicious violets
were red pleasing blue
Then contentious autocracy
would have a whole lot less
malgovernance to do.
Frozen in Crystalline – Number 2
Cold light, held above the vacant bench,
iced tribute to love’s passioned warmth.
11/21/2014
submitted to Frozen in Crystalline – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Andrea Dietrich
Night displaced
Amongst despair;
Candid beliefs;
No one cares;
I’ve been shattered;
~
Spiritually beaten;
Mishandled;
O’ I’m not the one holding the gun;
I belong to a righteous King;
I am a redeemed son;
6/3/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
"the promise"
reflective stars
guiding moons
shining suns
wishful dreams
what are these
our glances
our whispers
our embraces
our touches
what are these
the promise is passioned
the promise breathes
the promise is alive
the promise is ours
these we hold
SkyWatcher
01-13-24
The flawless beat of a warrior's heart
Unflinching in a passioned breast.
Unfamed by drudge and dreary toil,
marching onward in a deathless quest.
Forged by iron in flaming truth,
each beat carved by an untouchable sword.
Unknown is a hero's sacred stance
upon the fabric of time's eternal Word.
Euphorias angelic rapture breathing it's raging
Celestials crashing waves in whirlpools of desires
Gliding atop her glistening moonlit beauty; cresting..
Oblivious unto the night and her stars which bathe us
As ecstasies flames; aneath a passioned kiss our flowing
Volcanic tides mingling love's rising betwixt, melting thighs.
On our virgin white bed
We lie and talk
Caress and kiss
Pleasurable thoughts
Of joy and love
Passioned pure
Erogenous zones
Wanting, sure
Positional bliss
Scented scenes
Alfresco joins
Picturesque themes
The look in our eyes
At the words we said
The look of love
As we lay on our bed
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love4.php
His life of song
Did not go wrong.
First early flight
Soared up so right
That year on year
Grew height on height.
His passioned voice
Gave fast rejoice
To all who heard.
Not nature's bird,
But manhood's good,
His star-flung word.
No galaxy
That men can see
Has half the shine
Of this man's mind.
Space-trips through lips----
His soul's gold mine.
moon - ‘fore you wink those cornflow’r ‘byes
please sing her blues - hues sewn with sighs
to splice your beams, my dreams made hers
and ghost those twilight-twined messieurs …
(your pleas to please … my passioned purrs).
Copyright © 2025 Gregory Richard Barden
( photographic art created by yours truly - filtered at Prisma )
No garish handle,
Nor bell of ornate whimsy,
Protrude this seamless portal.
Dreams warmed in fate’s embrace,
Infuse a passioned labyrinth
The heart of my love,
Opened only from within.
A fathomless mystery;
Serenaded softly, from whispered soul
just now - ajar.
I don’t like doctrine,
It’s right before it’s considered,
Accepted upon suggestion,
Derived before it’s formed.
It’s understood without hesitation,
Passioned by cold-hearted teens,
Prized by the biblical loner,
Whilst being upheld as meat on leans.
It only comes from the belief,
That god exists as a proposition,
Without that there is rational thought,
And the condition of reason’s feeling.
Into the silent darkness bring,
Come bring the beauty of your light,
A lightning bolt on angel’s wing,
Radiant wings lucent tonight.
When in the night I call for love,
Will love answer me in my dreams,
While I dream upon stars above,
Above all, I need her it seems.
And so, it seems love made her claim,
Her passioned claim upon my heart,
For my heart held on to her name,
Her name that tears my soul apart.
Form: Wreathed Quatrains
As with the begging night,
you tease
engulfing me
with a passioned kiss
carried in
through the vagrant breeze
crimson drops of honey
dipped in pleasure
pristine, pure, enriched
mysterious bites
hushed breaths
brushed across
two lover's lips,
seduction of oral intent
where light flickers
into recesses of mind,
slipping in and out of the shadows
lusting after poetic lines
leaving no word left behind
As with the begging night,
you tease
engulfing me
with a passioned kiss
carried in
through a vagrant breeze
crimson drops of honey
dipped pleasure
pristine pure,
mysterious bites
scraping
hushed scents
of two lover's lips,
flipped
switches of oral intent
where light flickers
into the recesses of the mind,
playing
with the light and dark
of moving shadows
lusting after poetic lines
left behind
Sun Sitting
At last, the winds of March slow to a lighter breeze
and the chills cool to soft sunlight warming,
rains have blown out to sea
as the grasses grow, lanky tall and green
in between hyacinths and daffodil scent the air with color
waftig in the atmosphere the lilacs breathe passioned purples
and spring slips in, unnoticed
while everyone keeps their distance
sheltered safely in place
waiting for summer sun
to burn away the winter isolation blues.
My heart has rested far too long inside a shell of blind neglect
Outside the light still bright and strong casts hope upon a wayward soul.
To find a promise lost, confused and give it wings to fly again.
Nothing slips a passioned heart that's true and pure
It simply hides in busy lives
And waits to find it's voice once more.
In time what matters must survive
And take it's place within my heart
To once again resore what's true
My life, my love, my dream
Is you.
Shall I roses, ruby hued
Shall I trinkets, gem imbued
Shall I words, in passioned mood
Promise love, sincere and true?
Shall I Cupid’s bow request
Shall I darts in you impress
Shall I pierce that perfect breast
Just to prove I love you best?
Not though heart should cease to beat
Not though breath should be deplete
Not though time should life defeat
Could I love you more, my sweet
No earthly flower, nor gift, nor sound
Nor arrow … pledge love more profound
Endowed in size
Endowed in shape
The Mr of Men
Our bodies draped.
Religious belief
Personal choice
Makes him speak
With a different voice.
Blood induced
As his stature grows
Columned pose
Erectness flows.
Pleasurable scenes
Pleasured in ways
This Mr of Men
Stars in many plays.
Passioned in stroke
In loves say
Eruption of joy
Loving spores spray.
Absorbed and shared
This joyous stem
Undoubtedly
The Mr Of Men
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love.php