Poems About: PASSION

In this page, poems on / about “passion” are listed.

  • 289.
    Black and white

    Two colors united
    but worlds apart
    there love a secret
    there meetings read more »

    vincent armone
  • 290.
    Desire

    Descending upon thee,
    You proposition and partake of me
    Silken ribbons of flesh
    I offer myself to you read more »

    Peter LeBuhn
  • 291.
    Molten Love

    Lowering your thighs
    ...To mine
    Set to take your ride
    Lay me down on my bed read more »

    Peter LeBuhn
  • 292.
    Early Morning Light

    November, all is grey
    but the sweat on our lips, fire on our tongues,
    the moist, subtle dew on the dawn read more »

    Sarah Bramer
  • 293.
    Passion

    Passion strikes like a beat of a drum,
    pounding effortlessly through the soul.
    An urge to escape if only for a time,
    to the depths of a complete abyss. read more »

    Michele Wachter
  • 294.
    In The Groove of The Night

    In the Groove of the Night
    Free of Fright
    The Moon Shines Bright
    Like a Spy read more »

    Peter LeBuhn
  • 295.
    Timeless!

    The hour is timeless
    Still
    Caught in a moment
    A fire has been lit to the wick read more »

    Peter LeBuhn
  • 296.
    Passion

    my passion for you,
    you may never know,
    so why is it that we hide all our love behind something called hate?
    why do we even hate when we know we will die soon anyway? read more »

    David Lomenick
  • 297.
    Forget me not

    Forget me not-
    Beauty of the night
    For your flaming passions of
    Fire and Air read more »

    Charlotte Ballard
  • 298.
    Miracles

    “Miracles flourish from tragedy”
    I believe it
    With all my heart
    And soul read more »

    Elizabeth Russell
  • 299.
    Dance with me

    Dance with me
    Take my hand pull me close
    caress my body with your
    warm embrace read more »

    Jackie Kirby
  • 300.
    Blue Rose

    Wish I could lay my eyes on the blue rose
    Aches to touch it, caress the petals
    Feel its texture on my skin
    Smell its fragrance and have it stored in my memory read more »

    Rita Umali
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