#passion poems on Hello Poetry

Styles Jul 1

Edged

Want me fiercely, hold me tight,
In your submission, I find my light.
Inside of you, our desires ignite,
In this symphony of control and delight.

#*** #rough #***** #hot #fire #fierce #love #passion #poem #poet

Jeremy Betts Jun 30

~•§•~ Thinking with the Wrong Head ~•§•~

...I mean, where do I begin?
Her toxin,
It has me locked in
Open to every sin
A reckless passion
Electrifying the skin
She reminds me softly through a coy grin
That there's no rules but she likes the discipline
So I jumped in
Just for it to be a solo swim
Don't trust a whim

©2024

#toxin #locked #open #passion #electrifying #skin #rules #discipline #coy #solo

James Cushman Jun 27

Eyes of Beryl

Lost in a forest
And falling into a whirlpool.
Crestfallen into the deep
As all tension is dispelled
Into a fading mist.

I find myself lost
In a forest of beryl.
Glittering and glistening
Vibrating frequencies
They pierce my very being.

Lost in a forest
Snared by roots
Transfixed in place.
I begin to melt
Like the flame melts the candle.

I find myself lost
Fading into shadowless night
Lost in the forest
Lost in her eyes.

If you love someone, be sure to show them, and not just tell them.

#forest #beryl #euphoria #passion #love

Odd Odyssey Poet Jun 27

Love=weapon

Shoot a shot;-
jumping a gun, for the bullets
to be bouncing in and out of a heart.
Alas, another crime, another scar,
and another broken heart.

Instead…

Give her all of your attention
don’t mask over intentions,
Quickly solve all tensions-
love her as an instrument; a song of love,
And be her instrument of protection-
her caring, compassionate, and loving weapon.

#poetry #love #weapon #gun #care #passion #joy

Odd Odyssey Poet Jun 26

Lost dream

Dive into my thoughts like a well-written tale;
to understand the part, you'll forever portray.
Embrace me in your fiery passion,
in a moment so divine -imagining it in
reverie the following day

And caress me gently; sweeter than
any dream that's ever been seen
Our love, a dream so surreal;
In moments lost, we find our appeal.
Kiss me until, we both wake up from that dream.

#lost #dream #love #feelings #passion #fire #writing

Styles Jun 24

Flirtation Fantasy

Under the silk of a star-kissed night,
Our bodies find each other, pure delight.
A gentle touch, a lingering sigh,
As shadows dance where our secrets lie.

The heat between us, a smoldering flame,
Whispers my name, over and over, the same.
Soft breaths mingle, lips softly press,
A symphony of desire in each caress.

Fingers trace paths on skin, so smooth,
Every inch explored, in a rhythmic groove.
Heartbeats sync in a sensual beat,
As we melt together in the summer's heat.

Eyes locked in a gaze, deep and profound,
Lost in a world where only passion is found.
In the quiet hum of the night's embrace,
We find heaven in this sacred space.

#*** #passion #heat #love #flirt #poem #poet #poetry

Styles Jun 24

Flame

The harsh heat of fire's harsh grip,
Deflecting the sunlight's unyielding whip.
Flames roar loudly, shouting in the day,
Taking from our moment, the joy away.
In the heights, where light beams separate,
Fire absorbs indifference, yours and mine.
Every flicker hides a tale so bitter,
As we resist, our flames flicker,
the sky's open and our paths diverge.

#love #hate #passion #change #poem #poet #poetry

Glenn Currier Jun 24

The Thumping of a Latin Heart

Thinking of him flings me from these plains
to the nearest body
of water whose mist smells of salt and life
the unrestrained passion
and ****** of sea.

The book, Odes to Common Things,
a gift of a dear friend
who knew not the arousal,
the seed of near sensual desire
it would plant in me
like the buttery aroma of a woman’s hair
or the taste of her moist lips.

Even a thought of Neruda
takes me to the stormy stirrings
wrought from the ***** of the Pacific.
and sounding on the shores of Chile.

How could the writing of a man
a continent away
foment in my chest
a fervor akin
to a spiritual awakening?

I read him in English
but feel the thump
of his Latin heart
in my body.

I read that his book, translated into English as Residence on Earth, was born of Neruda’s feelings of alienation. It seems that a large part of me feels as if I have been on the margins of society and maybe that is why I feel that thumping of Neruda’s heart within me. Spanish poet Garcia Lorca calls Pablo “a poet closer to death than to philosophy, closer to pain that to insight, closer to blood than to ink. “A poet filled with mysterious voices that fortunately he himself does not know how to decipher.” * I thank oldpoet MK https://hellopoetry.com/MK/ and his poem Broadcasting the Seed of Poems https://hellopoetry.com/poem/4845320/broadcasting-the-seed-of-poems/ for the inspiration for this poem.

“The Thumping of a Latin Heart,” Copyright 2024 by Glenn Currier
Written 6-23-24

*From: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/pablo-neruda

#pabloneruda #poetry #passion #earth #human #sexuality #love

Odd Odyssey Poet Jun 22

****

We were both smoking long blunts;
-having a much longer conversation
and she confessed a truth about self:

[Her hands had grown a fatigued touch,
too tired to touch the rest of itself
Her body a trade of secrets; constantly learning
all of the best places, to please herself.

And lastly, our eyes, both held history of
**** pictures- seeing each other with our naked
eyes; and of course, the many glares of knowing
how to please ourselves.

Two lovers, who truly loved themselves.

#poetry #*** #feelings #**** #thoughts #love #adult #**** #pleasure #passion

Man Jun 20

Hestia

Get disconnected,
And find you are detached from life.
Your fight becomes for the trivial,
And what is obvious to others
Eludes your sight.
You are choked up and smothered,
The fire you started, snuffing out all oxygen-
No longer beneficial.
And then you die

#life #death #fire #urgency #hunger #desire #passion #disconnection #detachment #fight