Passion Wave Poems

When sorrow comes riding on the crest of a wave
    It hurts you, converts you
Into someone broken, bruised, brittle and not brave

When...

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An ancient mariner on the sea, I am sailing for ages
on the rolling cobalt waves rising high and falling low.
In the darkest of nights when...

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Waves and seas and blankets of sweat.
Tales of a tryst of two intertwined.
Awakened to a thrusting throb 
betwixt clenched lips of legs.
Sleeping and waking. Woke...

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My palace of gold 
Nothing but a shaky house of cards 
My everlasting kingdom 
Becoming less than an empire of dirt 

The weight of this...

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How earnestly, dear, you enchant my dream
Blooming heart’s wishes in amorous theme
Lifting me to your realm of astral mysteries
Buoying my longings on wings of your...

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My volatile mind wanders in fanciful emptiness, 
floats on the flotilla of sunburst cloud’s recess, 
makes a fascinating painting of formless fantasy 
on the blank...

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Sprawling aspirant vivacious incandescence 
spreads spectrum of passion on the silken sky 
spring-saturated exuberance spectrum paints 
my heart’s canvas that comes to chromatic life. 

On...

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You are like the waves,
you come and go again and again
and left me alone in this numb pain.
Does wave ever ask the sea-shore
whether she wants...

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Dusk is asking, "please sun move on",
please sun, move sun, move sun, move on!
The stars saying, "Time you were gone",
the stars, and moon await.

The stars...

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Nightingales, a pair, dueting,
A pair, dueting, dueting.
Music, beauty, unrelenting.
Music, true love it stirred.

They sang with passion, true love flared,
Old true love, true love, true love...

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She plucks her harp with passion seen,
A passion, passion, passion seen.
Her face, as summers had once been.
Her face warm thaws a freeze.

Now climates changing seasons...

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Quatrain #823:
WAVE


Wave after wave as true love shows,
Apt cheer can save with smiles that glow;
Voice passion brave as purpose moves,
Embrace the knave that the fool...

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I was without passion,
a slave of the dark.
I was blind;
wallowing in angst
and self pity.
You raised the bar
and opened the door;
pushing me to the limit,
like the...

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A Christmas Waltz Wave
Sponsor: Kim Merryman

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COLD EMBRACE


Cold                
embrace
long
stolen
from my arms.     ...

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