Desire Poems
Purpose & Desire
by Jeff Bresee
Nothing can stop the unquenchable fire,
fed by the flame of the deepest desire.
Born of a purpose, intent that is true
in the one who's determined to do what they do.
One who believes it can always be done.
One who won't quit till the battle is won.
One who gets up every time that they fall.
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Ahmad Faraz translations by Michael R. Burch
by Michael R. Burch
These are English translations of Urdu poems by Ahmad Faraz.
The Eager Traveler
by Ahmad Faraz
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
Even in the torture chamber, I was the lucky one;
When each lottery was over, unaccountably I had won.
And even the mightiest rivers found accessible refuge in me;
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Erotic Poems by Michael R. Burch
by Michael R. Burch
These are the best erotic poems and erotic translations of Michael R. Burch. Most of these poems are naughty or risqué rather than graphic. Erotic poems come in all shapes, sizes and forms: haiku, tanka, epigrams, couplets, limericks, sonnets, rondels, roundels, villanelles, free verse, etc. There is also a collection of humorous erotic poems at the bottom of this page.
I found the Goddess in your body's curves and crevasses.—attributed to Sappho, translation by Michael R. Burch
Sappho, fragment 42
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
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Epitome of Sensuality
by Jayesh Goyal
Her luminous rays melt me into a contented ecstasy, and fill my vision with pulsating light as I whisper, "Not as vivacious as you, sunshine"
Beauty wrapped in the six yards of chiffon, draped over teasing gold, resting in the lingering incline, uttering mysteries through her cacophonous eyes, with the answer beyond the clad, my breath is taken away in response to the marvel of such a canvas
I have seen eyes that paint a picture in my mind, held me captive, led me blind and they have no clue the spell they hold as seconds unfold - it’s as if thoughts could explode in a theme of desire
The forehead's red bindi, splashing colour in my mind, energizing the Lord Krishna in me to play the flute of passions resonating with her silent whispers
Her coloured hair, hiding her ear-ringed softness, dangling with a desire to caress her delicate shoulders
The nape of her neck - concave, erotic, exotic, fragrant - whispers, quietly sings a sensual melody of flaming dreams
I’ll admit of predisposed feelings and palates swamping my mind - desires now expressed in two tones that contrast - doubt found in fabric’s clutch while the skin, kissed by light of summer’s flame, consents much more of her longings and fabric cooperate the silhouettes split between the two - challenging worship in the thoughts to the virtuous or the lascivious
The shapes below textile’s span echo panoramas - neckline hinting nothing more than potential held within, as the curves speak to desires now suppressed
Sensual beauty, as my fingers traced with exquisite poetic strokes of the keyboard, creating of her - a sonnet of longing, for me to read over and over
To live and breathe ecstasy…To feel its power of desire and excitement and fire!
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An Oasis of Fire
by Jayesh Goyal
I watched her with murderous eyes, as she rested her femininity against the wall, shaking her fancy delicately
An oasis of desire, amidst the deserts of Thar … like a cactus of fire draped in exquisite colours of pink, blue and off-white
Shy yet wild eyes, still learning the tricks of hiding the forbidden desires and a slender neckline like a river of red wine creating a physical blessing to my imagination
In a heightened state and at an obligatory remoteness, I am fixated on her, imagining an eventual collision of our entwining within
Conclusively my eyes meet hers, and in those moments, she felt delighted, acknowledged - confidently the sole seductress of my masculinity
How beautiful, full of desire - the untainted sensation of frenzy the desire, the craving to chase is a must
Let my mysterious ways seduce you dreams, as they desolate your sensuality with masculine dexterity
Feel my Columbus lips tell stories across your undiscovered landscapes and then ask me to tell them again
Hear my licks sing aromatic pleasures emitting heightened tickling notes only your oxters understand
Smell our desire in the steamy tousled chaos, lust’s evening cologne wrapping around bare skin
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Beautiful Hunger
by Stewart Watkins
Stealthy and assured the jaguar lies in wait
With hungry eyes, it patiently sits and salivates
Hungering and waiting...
Calculating and preying
For that golden moment of truth
Heavy breaths speak of a desirous sooth
Breathing and scheming...
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Ahmad Faraz translations by Michael R. Burch
by Michael R. Burch
These are English translations of Urdu poems by Ahmad Faraz.
The Eager Traveler
by Ahmad Faraz
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
Even in the torture chamber, I was the lucky one;
When each lottery was over, unaccountably I had won.
And even the mightiest rivers found accessible refuge in me;
......
Erotic Poems by Michael R. Burch
by Michael R. Burch
These are the best erotic poems and erotic translations of Michael R. Burch. Most of these poems are naughty or risqué rather than graphic. Erotic poems come in all shapes, sizes and forms: haiku, tanka, epigrams, couplets, limericks, sonnets, rondels, roundels, villanelles, free verse, etc. There is also a collection of humorous erotic poems at the bottom of this page.
I found the Goddess in your body's curves and crevasses.—attributed to Sappho, translation by Michael R. Burch
Sappho, fragment 42
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
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Love Poems by Michael R. Burch (II)
by Michael R. Burch
These are love poems by Michael R. Burch: original poems and translations about love, passion, desire, sex, dating and marriage. On an amusing note, my steamy Baudelaire translations have become popular with the pros ― porn stars and escort services!
Preposterous Eros
by Michael R. Burch
“Preposterous Eros” – Patricia Falanga
Preposterous Eros shot me in
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I Yearn
by Everleigh Blackburn
In the quiet corners of my mind,
echoes linger,
words unspoken,
wrapped in shadows,
like whispers lost in the wind.
I reach,
fingers tracing the outlines
of invisible thoughts,
yearning for a glance,
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