Best Poems About / On PASSION
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I'll Show My Passion
Come to me when,
Something's bothering you.
Come to me when you want to boo-hoo...
And I'll show my passion.
With compassion.
Come to me when,
Something's bothering you.
Come to me when you want to boo-hoo...
And I'll show my passion.
With compassion.
I'm not the one who sits around,
To put folks down like they're the clowns.
Without a passion.
Or show compassion.
I'm not the one who sits around,
To put folks down like they're the clowns.
I do show passion.
With compassion.
Come to me when,
You want to be hugged and close...
And I'll show my passion,
With compassion.
Come to me when,
You want to be hugged and close...
And I'll show my passion,
With compassion.
Give up your fears to feel,
My passion.
Give up your fears to feel,
Compassion.
Give up your fears to feel,
There's nothing that you have to prove...
Or be someone that isn't you.
Give up your fears to feel,
My passion.
Give up your fears to feel,
Compassion.
Give up your fears to feel,
There's nothing that you have to prove...
Or be someone that isn't you.
Come to me when,
You want to be hugged and close...
And I'll show my passion,
With compassion.
Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Non Conformity
It's hard to capture passion, an elusive force beyond our grasp.
Which defies laws, time, for fashion.
A smoky is behind the door, a twitching body against the floor.
These are passion, these and dreams of virgin whores.
Bottled inside a twisted mind, in flooding horror undefined.
Unlike passion.
Unbottled, unbridled, no fixed sight to point my gaze, surrounded in a sweaty,
sticky, haze, of passion.
Floats, a far, then draws nigh, and buries it's self within your eye.
Set me a fire in smoldering sin, and leaves your heart as cheap as tin.
It's hard to capture passion.
Glen Cherrington
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Love and Passion
Love is a breeze
of the dawn caressing our skin,
Passion is a fire
which melts our heart.
Love is kindness
that touch and does not get aged,
Passion is a volcano
that blows up in eruption.
Love is a
lasting feeling,
Passion is a
transitory alienation.
Love is peace,
serenity,
complicity.
Passion is affliction,
suspicion,
desillusion.
Love is union
of two human beings
in communion,
Passion is conjunction
of bodies in ecstasy
and possession.
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UMBELINA FROTA Linhares Pimenta Bastos
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Rain of Passion
rain falls in a steady torrent from heaven
appeasing the thirst of the earth
but just as steadily
awakening the arousing hunger of desire
between two mortal souls
as rain slicked flesh glide
over
around
and thru
each other
sodden clothes hang transparently
from bodies in need of intimate contact
more than air to breathe
hands caress
pushing
pulling
even ripping
the barriers that separate them
from their desired goal
fingers
mouths
and tongues
speak rhymes
and inscribe glyphs
of passions and need so ancient
they are known only intuitively
thru the collective subconscious
from which all souls are born
mouths and tongues incant their desires
across breasts and nipples
fingers Braille their need
to know
to have
to take
across rain soaked flesh
seeking the passion drenched center of
ecstasy's impending storm
moans and sighs
lost in the wail
of thunder and rain
one storm's passion feeding the other
as rain falls more heavily
bodies glide and collide
grinding in a frenzied dance
of raw need and
primitive possession
tongues taste skin slick with
rain
sweat
passion
and something
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pure
unadulterated
uniquely her
voices cry out hoarsely
to the heavens
demanding the attention
of constellations
gods and angels
to bare witness
to the culmination
of ancient passions
blending
melding
melting
with raindrops
and flowing
thru the veins
of satisfied lovers
Soulful One
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