Passion poems about the intense emotion, enthusiasm or desire for anything. Poems about passion are the emotional flow of onebs passion for some cause, love interest, activity or proposal. Passionate poetry is about the feeling of unusual excitement, enthusiasm or compelling emotion, a positive affinity or love, towards someone or something. In our collection of passion poems, one can dive deep into the poetic passion of pouring the ideas of passions in life. Passion poetry is about the passions that are far more exciting than the physical ones, like intellectual passion, mathematical passion, passion for discovery and exploration and so on. So, enjoy our world of passion poetry.
You are so beautiful I can’t explain My love is ready to bear all pain Snowy-white in monsoon rain Glowing like light in my brain Your beauty at a glance Gives me a chance to romance When my heart gets
Find something you’re passionate about and let it consume you. Do not run from it. Let it keep you awake for 48 hours at a time. And while you’re running on zero sleep, create the next wonder of the world.
I was surprised To see that person Busy with repairing Old things in his shop. Smart and courageous From face to his heart Respect towards customers With a calm and smiley face. How powerful and energetic His thought to self
We kissed and set the wheels in motion. Driven wild, I crashed upon your curves. No control, let loose lust’s potion. Set adrift on sensory swerves. See me drowning in your eyes. Taste the poison from your lips. Ignite me
Wise folks say choose your passion in life and follow your dream Well I can proudly say, even though it took longer than expected, I did so it seems What could one be more passionate for than helping the youth,
All defenses crumbled, all fears banished All reasons negated, all arguments destroyed Looking into your big passionate eyes Not random chance, but providence Crossing our ways time and again Leading me to your big passionate eyes Yield just once to
Alone and unwanted. Unnecessary and useless. Unable to satisfy. In need of replacing. The heat of the moment. Now died down. Left unfeeling. Mind still racing. A touch once hot. The passion now gone. No longer needed. No more devoured.
A demanding desire Soaring up Chasing me to the outskirts of Contagious passion To enhance the beauty Deliberately smuggling in All the reachable resources Every chemical blend That would add the fineries Often tranquil imitations Rousing up the glamour In
We have tasted the warmth of passion for the first time since the departure of the Fallen One. Its tender sweetness has almost been forgotten on our tongue. The Traveler has impacted us more than we thought possible. Such intensity
Relax and wait for a while Wait for quite sometime Wait until the next moment in time Let the next moment in time be a thing of past Wait until that point in time Once that happens, then proceed towards
The aroma of cappuccino, Tantalizes my soul, Reverberates through a memory, And resonates in my mind. A cup of coffee brews, Freshens up the mind, igniting a spark, To fall in love with it. A kiss of the cup, It
It was a place of echos and fragrance of spring.. Gentle like the weightlessness of clouds It was just about me and you being free.. Free from these mysterious doubts. Behind every place of refuge.. Plunged a maddening familiarity of
I wish to be loved by a man Like never ever he loved any Like that before The tender touch should Shake my life and soul within And happily I should ensconce myself Within himself His love must be that
And you with me sloped on a crested deep Both swirled in garbs of eastern ochre hue eye viewing eye – the scintillating view to melt within and spring in wistful sleep. The whiff of thawed out selves wilt, wane
Love is a powerful thirst, The basic chemistry, Promoting feelings Of a survival instinct. It has many guises, With emotional variations, Intimacy of passion, In a deep bond. Often one-sided commitment, Always arriving unbidden, Without passion, a mere dedication, That
Those Soft tones trembling in dark, a feather soft bruise on my supple skin, your luscious lips searching salt amidst sweat, entangled in your arms: a calmer me, tamed lust, wet dreams, I yearn for your touch more and more,
Could there be other angels half as fair? As sweet love of mine of the fairest heart? Here’s to tell everyone and all, beware, My love is pure, has changed not any part; Her aspect of such comely pulchritude, A
I am the cave of rain entombed with love and embraces. every drop of mine, dance of ecstasy, touching you with the odour of algebra which may Decipher the mystery of your existence. how beautiful the wind dances within the
You come before me, my dream As morn comes in all its glory Smiling, blushing and mesmerizing Your eyes that hide a thousand feelings I espy them, read their message Some dark truth they seem to hold Veiled in smiles,
Against the wind A raging sea Crashes splashes Wild and free The blazing sun Rays beat down Casting glares Absent of sound A wooden board Barely afloat Teeter totters Upon the waters A plunging sky Our alibi My fair weather
She dashes just in time for the final boarding call Because airport book shops should never be missed She adores browsing second-hand book stores They smell of memories… like a long-forgotten kiss Bookmarks are more than mere page pointers They
Devour my soul like a flame, And let the burns show, No one will give you blame, When radiant it will glow! Love will surround the blaze, Tender will be the pain, No winds can then deface, What the soul
My rhymes now fill with mostly raving words, In lexicon of wonderment and praise Which heart with glowing adjectives affords, Where talks refer to how your charm portrays; No better attributes description holds, Than what admiring eyes could oft bestow
I love scribbling on bits of paper Its like I let go of emotions… One after the other. Hold all those pieces in my palms, And throw them all over the place I was sleepless last night Amidst the emotions
The stadium goes dark and a hush falls- you can hear a pin drop; The sounds of pins dropping, Maybe it’s the patter of raindrops Or is it running feet- Oh, the anticipation! It’s a drumroll for the artist, As
You are … My constant thought A silent tear Who I wish was near I fear Only your going away my dear you listen without me speaking Thoughts are shared no matter where we are Feelings are deep Words are
One passionate life, A desire to fly, All I dream of, Is living in the sky. One passionate dance, One loving kiss, One glorious night, Under the sparkling moon. One healing touch, One unexpected move, All I desire is, Your
Fingers entwined resting against an alabaster chin eyes, delicately framed by copper tone lashes, lost yet attentive to thoughts deep within her mind A faint hue of soft apricot accents cheeks while a gentle kiss of rose emphasises pensive lips.