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| Poems of Passion
Posted: 1/1/2005 10:40:04 AM | Faces appear
Faces appear in many ways
in the nick of time as you had prayed
faces appear when you least likely desire
only turning out to be your hearts fire
faces appear in the most awkward of moment
leaving you free of any assoilment
faces appear in the deep dark of the night
faceless but somehow feeling just right
faces appear when you need them the most
giving you guidance then disappear like a ghost
faces haunting you in your darkest dreams
making you fall to your knees.
Faces come to you disguised as a friend
only to make you regret trusting again
faces turn your heart into stone
waiting for another to come chip at it which should have been left alone
faces come in many sorts and shapes
the one face that is hard for you to escape
is the one staring back the one you forgot. | |
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Posted: 1/1/2005 10:41:18 AM | Lost Sight
You say that you loved me, how could you have?
You sheltered me from the world
not even to allow me to out with my friends
Your jealousy suffocated me your infidelity took on a new end.
You took it all from me and rarely ever gave in return
Not allowing me to grow within myself
Not trusting me the way I did you
For that your not worthy of my most inner thoughts nor my intimacy.
I told you I couldn't take it anymore
You gave me all of the blame
You lost sight of what it once was. | |
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Posted: 1/1/2005 4:41:27 PM | Wisdom of love
Cradling the girl in me, which was only yesterday
needing my father to tell me that everything would be all right,
not to cry he would be here for me tomorrow when I needed to learn,
more then the surface of wonderment,
digging deep finding that soul that was endless beyond the years,
that was when you left me and no more tomorrow's,
only in my heart would he ever be
it was my life for me to find,
he would be in my heart for tomorrow and all of my time
just when it all was beginning stood the forces of evil,
waiting as I stepped out the door on my own
falling into the pit of darkness, trying to grasp onto a lifeline,
digging my nails into the earth only getting dirty in my search,
finally comes saves my knight,
the one I've been waiting for my entire life
my life just begun, my eyes opened my soul is yearning
he's my saving grace, deep within my heart he's already won the race,
time ever after in the highest place,
within my search I've found the light of love,
I now know why what you meant about the Rose,
caring and nurturing forever a bloom,
Thank you my dearest father for the wisdom,
it is you I have to thank for the love I found in my soul. | |
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Posted: 1/2/2005 5:24:39 PM | If my love were here, I’d hold his face gently in my hands,
And smother his face with small kisses so sweet the angels would sigh,
His eyes would be the shallows strong love is built upon,
The strength of his hands, something I could lean on without breaking.
If my love were here, I’d tell him the depth of my soul and whisper my song,
And his eyes would dance with fire.
If my love were here, I’d waste no time for every moment is precious,
We’d share the smallest of tasks and wonder why God didn’t give us more,
The mundane would be no more.
If only my love were here.
Sigh on the breath of a dying vow,
Something so precious it kisses the night,
And the wind sighs its pleasure.
If my love were here, he’d have no doubt,
He would be loved forever. | |
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Posted: 1/2/2005 5:29:03 PM | | Thank you Georgie that was so beautiful. Left me with a large sigh! | |
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Posted: 1/2/2005 5:40:43 PM | At last, when all the summer shine
That warmed life's early hours is past,
Your loving fingers seek for mine
And hold them close—at last—at last!
Not oft the robin comes to build
Its nest upon the leafless bough
By autumn robbed, by winter chilled,—
But you, dear heart, you love me now.
Though there are shadows on my brow
And furrows on my cheek, in truth,—
The marks where Time's remorseless plough
Broke up the blooming sward of Youth,—
Though fled is every girlish grace
Might win or hold a lover's vow,
Despite my sad and faded face,
And darkened heart, you love me now!
I count no more my wasted tears;
They left no echo of their fall;
I mourn no more my lonesome years;
This blessed hour atones for all.
I fear not all that Time or Fate
May bring to burden heart or brow,—
Strong in the love that came so late,
Our souls shall keep it always now! | |
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Posted: 1/2/2005 5:48:27 PM | | IIf I were his lover, I'd wade through the clover Over the fields before The gate that leads to his door; Over the meadows, To wait, 'mid the shadows, The shadows that circle his door,For the heart of my heart and more. And there in the clover Close by him, Over and over I'd sigh him: "Your eyes are as brown As the Night's, looking down On waters that sleep With the moon in their deep" . . .If I were his lover. IIIf I were his lover, I'd wade through the clover Over the fields before The lane that leads to his door; I'd wait, 'mid the thickets, Or there by the pickets, White pickets that fence in his door, For the life of my life and more. I'd lean in the clover—The crisper For the dews that are over—And whisper: "Your lips are as rare As the dewberries there, As ripe and as red, On the honey-dew fed" . . .If I were his lover to whisper. IIIIf I were his lover, I'd wade through the clover Over the field before The pathway that leads to his door; And watch, in the twinkle Of stars that sprinkle The paradise over his door, For the soul of my soul and more. And there in the clover I'd reach him; And over and over I'd teach him—A love without sighs, Of laughterful eyes, That reckoned each second The pause of a kiss, A kiss and . . . that is If I were his lover to teach him. | |
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Posted: 1/2/2005 5:51:16 PM | that poem is so hot I think I fell in love with you...what is your name again? (LOL) John aka Hotboy1973...check me out sometime you seem like a very cool person | |
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Posted: 1/2/2005 5:57:52 PM | A song I wrote in the first person for a female friend of mine that was getting married:
Compassion united on this holy day
Others would love to feel the same way
Minds intertwined as I walk down the aisle
Push back the tears; Remember to smile
Receiving the ring as each vow is told
Outstretched hands for all to behold
Marriage will last forever I'm sure
In heart and in soul our love will endure
So now we're off to start out new life
Each second grows fairer, for now I'm a wife
. . .first letter of each line . . .COMPROMISE | |
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Posted: 1/2/2005 5:58:54 PM | I want to watch the sunset
I want to see it in your eyes
I want to feel it in your body
An erotic passion in disguise
I want to hear the waves
Crash angry on the shore
I want to feel your hands explore me
While all around us the water pours.
I want to feel the sand between my fingers
Smell the salt in the air
I want to feel your tongue go through me
Secret places if you dare!
I want to feel the heat
Of a restless summer night
I want to kiss you softly
Beneath the pale moonlight
I want to meet the stars
That lie hidden in the depth
Baby will you take me
To watch the sunset ? | |
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Posted: 1/2/2005 6:00:52 PM | WISHES
Why do you come to me in dreams?
When you’re not here the silence screams
To hold you and to touch you
to kiss you and caress you
To look into your eyes so true
and tenderly make love with you
Iwant to hold you oh so tight
make love with you throughout the night
and show to you how you are worth
more than the treasures of the earth
I want to kiss you everywhere
your eyes--your lips--your cheeks--your hair
And when I kiss your other lips
and tease you with my fingertips
I want to see your body flush
with that pre-orgasmic rush
And on the nights you come with me
we’ll reach the heights of ecstasy
Sweet dreams everyone | |
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Posted: 1/2/2005 6:02:40 PM | well . .ummm . . .I have this friend . . .yeah friend . . .that fell for this married woman . . .and they were going to a work meeting in Saint Petersburg, Fl. :
She walks along the beach
As the waves crash into shore
Imagining what life would be like
Not knowing what's in store
Then he arrives to stand beside her
Passion ignites into flame
Every star in the sky gathers to watch
These to will feel no shame
Even the moon glows bright tonight
From all emotion put to flight
Lasting in thought . . .but kept out of sight
once again . . .first letter of each line . . .Saint Pete FL | |
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Posted: 1/2/2005 6:15:30 PM | Beautiful Waves
You rocked my heart
like a wave hitting a rock in a storm
without effort it guided you closer
rolling in leaving me bare
faultless without control
sensing I knew what would eventually take place
the waves went beyond my control
giving in and riding the wave
brought me closer to your shore
seeing there is a destination not far in the distance
never knowing how beautiful a wave could feel
for the first time allowing such a thing
to pull me in and let me go
whirling pressure rolling inside
letting go of all my expectations
landed me safe with you. | |
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Posted: 1/2/2005 6:23:15 PM | Letting it go and giving in.
Finally finding the one who was meant
knowing he was heaven sent
continued conversation
flowing without even trying
from one moment to another
missing the ones in between
emotions filled with nothing but life
escaping from the reality that's inevitable
questions that were forced upon your head
instead of letting go it builds a bridge
unless you let go and let it flow with the raging river
there will be no chance to cross that bridge.
To the life you dream of
my life that I dream of is with you
not of the past but of looking forward
without knowing if you'll let go of the pain and the past.
I stand here bearing my heart and soul left naked for all to see
from one moment to another confusion sets in making me wonder
if it is I you seek, perhaps it was never me
but an image of what you wanted all a long.
Understanding of letting go of the past is one that I know
instead of understanding it and embracing that is what who made me what I am today
what brought us together from the very beginning
things can be simple only if you let them
don't push away from the desire you feel in your heart
I will always be here for you my dear
willing to lend my friendly ear
put your head upon my shoulder let go of those feelings of losing control.
I will be your anchor heavy in the wind
Just as you are afraid as am I
Not wanting to hurt yet again deep down inside
keeping you at an arms distance is safe
letting you in to feel my embrace
I allowed and now you push away from me
leaving me naked for all the world to see
frail and vulnerable when I was beginning to feel strong.
The words just flow as I write you this poem
coming from my heart not the past
the past is just that and trying to let go
is what your afraid of this I now know
I relish your heart as I cradle it close to mine
never wanting to let go but only leaving me thirsty for more.
You don't think I love you but am seeking a quest
that couldn't be farther from what I feel inside
you breathed life back into my cold heart
giving me a new found view of life as it could be
the life I've always wanted and deserving well it may be
it is up to you and the desire you seek
ask yourself those questions that were posed unto me
I will be here waiting to hear what you say.
No matter the answer know my feels stand true
as I speak them to the world naked for you. | |
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Posted: 1/2/2005 7:06:52 PM | I sat and stared but did not speak
Those hungry eyes had seared my soul
My head a-spin my knees were weak
And how I feared I'd lose control
A bead of sweat upon my brow
My lips gone dry as well they might
I'd lost my grip and knew somehow
I needed flee into the night
I ambled out that barroom door
The air now cool upon my face
But in a wink I knew the score
The ghost of you was in that place
I stumbled down that darkened street
A haunted man and nothing less
Who'd chanced again a ghost to meet
Who somehow wore your favoured dress
And me in town for just a night
A night that's all and nothing more
But then that face had come to light
My wounds returned to make me sore
She had your hair and that was clear
Her rosy cheeks were yours as well
Her scent was strong it brought a tear
That was like lead the way it fell
She had your eyes they burned like coals
Her fingernails were ruby red
The kind that tear and torment souls
That they would walk among the dead
She had your voice I heard her speak
Oh cruel night she called my name
My quiet self let out a shriek
My heart now burst into a flame
She had your laugh I heard her mock
My face now wet like morning dew
I rushed yet more upon that walk
I would escape that ghost of you
Another bar the door was wide
I sauntered in to sit a spell
But there she sat, yes, there inside
And here I was once more in hell
The devil's brew I guzzled down
The reaper there with me awhile
He said he knew I was in town
And set me up it was his style
That night I heard the music fade
The while I drowned in devil's brew
But such it was the pact I made
That I be rid - for good - of you | |
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Posted: 1/2/2005 8:07:33 PM | | Poetic I ever so much enjoy reading you. Your writing flows beautifully, very inspiring. Thank you. | |
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Posted: 1/3/2005 3:41:08 AM | newlysingle41
Thank you ever so much. I wrote that on the spot last night. It is a bit different, but I also like the flow of it. Anyway, I also like your work very much, so thank you also... | |
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Posted: 1/3/2005 5:13:24 AM | ECSTASY
On crumpled sheet the bedroom heat
That permeates the air
With sounds and sighs and slapping thighs
Our love now takes us there
With grunt and groan it’s moan for moan
No stopping of the flow
We push and shove and words of love
Are urging us to go
Our bodies burn each one in turn
Cries out in ecstasy
With heart and soul we’re on a roll
That goes on endlessly
Our love is such the slighest touch
And sparks begin to fly
But it’s a need we need to feed
And love’s the reason why | |
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Posted: 1/3/2005 8:27:26 AM | Poetic now that was hot and passionate wonderful simply wonderful. | |
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Posted: 1/3/2005 8:29:18 AM | Morning Sky
Morning light hit the sky
beginning glow feeling shy
a new day of glitter filled
meeting people working the will
the reason we all wake up alive
is to love not resist for this we should thrive
allowing ones self to receive and give
is the one purpose we live
selflessness and love are traits that will last
hate and anger only make the bombs blast
love is the answer and all that is vast. | |
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Posted: 1/3/2005 9:03:21 AM | A RACE YOU’D RUN AGAIN
I doubt that I could love you more
Who fell for you one autumn day
When life unveiled what was in store
That I should hear like none before
Such words as those you were to say
The cherry wine was ruby red
When at the door I greeted you
I heard but some of what you said
Such thoughts to run now through my head
I was as lost at what to do
There was no doubt this was the deal
The cards were dealt for us in style
The quickened pulse will make you feel
An instant flash, you know it's real
The picture plain, it's in your smile
The years have flown and here we are
As eager now as ever then
An eye that gleams to seem a star
To know inside you've come this far
A race you know you'd run again | |
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Posted: 1/3/2005 9:05:12 AM | MY LADY DREAMS
My lady dreams and music fills the air –
The angels come with symphonies so sweet:
The harps are hot, the sound is everywhere,
Each single note to bring me to my feet.
I’m made to dance upon this splendid night –
The symphonies so stirring to my soul:
There is this spot, I’m standing in the light,
And well I’m cued for taking up the role.
The dance, of course, is but a metaphor –
Such calm inclined to features on her face:
It seems to me this person I adore
Has now, instead, an angel in her place.
My lady dreams and heaven high is heard,
With God no less now speaking every word. | |
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Posted: 1/3/2005 10:54:09 AM | LOVE’S ETERNAL SEAL
I did not write your name upon the sand
The tide to come, erasing of the script
If yet there was potential in my hand
I made but marks, the rest I duly skipped
I did not write your name across the sky
The wind to stir and scatter like a puff
If yet my eye was trained above so high
I saw you there and could not get enough
I did not write your name upon the page
The errant hand a menace to the book
If yet my words were coming well of age
And you were there, no matter where I’d look
Inside my soul your name I finally penned
And there it’s etched, forever, without end | |
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Posted: 1/3/2005 12:18:40 PM | Faith
Cling to my pillow holding it tight
knowing that the feelings I feel are just right
I close my eyes and picture you there
I look for you and only feel your stare
Desperate for change not knowing the way
Keeping my faith resuming I pray
Let destiny guide
No more wanting to hide
The fears within myself letting go for the ride
Destine to keep in all perfect time
When the time is right we'll make the bells chime. | |
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