|Some passion poems for you, by William Wordsworth and others...|
Hey, did you know?...
"Learn by teaching", they say, and
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,-I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!-and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
by William Blake
Never seek to tell thy love,
Love that never told can be;
For the gentle wind doth move
my love, I told my love,
I told her all my heart,
Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears.
Ah! she did depart!
Soon after she was gone from me,
A traveller came by,
He took her with a sigh.
How Will You Kiss?
by Judith Pordon
me your lips,
our lost breath intermingling.
Man and woman about to kiss
(in case that's not obvious!)
Synchronize our silence
as lazy hours ease by.
Waft cocoa, hazelnut, cinnamon,
scents around me.
in paralyzing pauses.
I may no longer breathe
without breathing you.
This is not so much a passion poem but a song which features these passion love quotes...
"I want to feel passion,
I want to feel pain. I want to weep at the
sound of your name. Come make me laugh, come make me cry...
just make me feel alive." -- Joey Lauren Adams (Chasing Amy)
It's a clip taken from the popular film Chasing Amy. Take it away Joey...
by William Wordsworth
Strange fits of passion have I known:
And I will dare to tell,
But in the Lover's ear alone,
What once to me befell.
she I loved looked every day
Fresh as a rose in June,
I to her cottage bent my way,
Beneath an evening-moon.
Upon the moon I fixed my eye,
All over the wide lea;
With quickening pace my horse drew nigh
Those paths so dear to me.
And now we reached the orchard-plot;
And, as we climbed the hill,
The sinking moon to Lucy's cot
Came near, and nearer still.
one of those sweet dreams I slept,
Kind Nature's gentlest boon!
And all the while my eyes I kept
On the descending moon.
My horse moved on; hoof
He raised, and never stopped:
When down behind the cottage roof,
At once, the bright moon dropped.
What fond and wayward thoughts will slide
Into a Lover's head!
"O mercy!" to myself I cried,
"If Lucy should be dead!"
Okay, I've listed a few more resources on the theme of sensual poems of love, passion love quotes, or just plain passion. (Can passion every be 'just plain'?) I do hope you enjoy...!
|Please share this passion
Copyright © 2008 -
Steve M Nash | SelfHelpCollective.com
Newsletter | About Us | CONTACT US | Powered By SBI!