Passion Poems
Duino Elegies: The First Elegy
by Rainer Maria Rilke
Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angels'
hierarchies? and even if one of them suddenly
pressed me against his heart, I would perish
in the embrace of his stronger existence.
For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror
which we are barely able to endure and are awed
because it serenely disdains to annihilate us.
Each single angel is terrifying.
And so I force myself, swallow and hold back
the surging call of my dark sobbing.
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Green Chile
by Jimmy Santiago Baca
I prefer red chile over my eggs
and potatoes for breakfast.
Red chile ristras decorate my door,
dry on my roof, and hang from eaves.
They lend open-air vegetable stands
historical grandeur, and gently swing
with an air of festive welcome.
I can hear them talking in the wind,
haggard, yellowing, crisp, rasping
tongues of old men, licking the breeze.
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The Ocean Of Your Eyes
by William H. Bloom
You make me want to sail in the ocean of your eyes.
The winds will carry me, I know not where,
To harbors unknown, and I fully realize
That dangerous storms could be lurking there.
Will the deep blue waters stay pure and serene
On our path to paradise, earthly or above,
Where our joys and passions and moments supreme
Come steadily together to maintain our love.
Will our life's sustaned and rapturous note
Ever remind us to those very fateful skies,
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The Hug
by Thom Gunn
It was your birthday, we had drunk and dined
Half of the night with our old friend
Who'd showed us in the end
To a bed I reached in one drunk stride.
Already I lay snug,
And drowsy with the wine dozed on one side.
I dozed, I slept. My sleep broke on a hug,
Suddenly, from behind,
In which the full lengths of our bodies pressed:
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A Song For St. Cecilia's Day
by John Dryden
FROM harmony, from heavenly harmony,
This universal frame began:
When nature underneath a heap
Of jarring atoms lay,
And could not heave her head,
The tuneful voice was heard from high,
'Arise, ye more than dead!'
Then cold, and hot, and moist, and dry,
In order to their stations leap,
And Music's power obey.
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The Lone Warrior
by Dr. Shailesh Gupta Veer
The sky is shaking
The sun is horrified
My name is
on each and every particle of creation
Pin-drop silence prevails
I've conquered the whole world,
Yet I'm so lonely
Wandering in search of her
in all directions!
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Wild hearts
by Mario Odekerken
Your touch
ignites the storm in me-
no warning,no mercy.
We burn,
not to destroy,
but to become
something
no one else
could ever survive.
Diese eine Berührung
by Mario Odekerken
Diese eine Berührung
brennt noch,
als hättest du ein Feuer
unter meiner Haut entfacht.
Zwischen uns
kein Raum,
nur Atem,
und schmelzendes Verlangen.
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That one touch
by Mario Odekerken
That one touch
still burns,
as if you lit a fire
just beneath my skin.
Between us
no space,
only breath,
and melting hunger.
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Die ene streling
by Mario Odekerken
Die ene streling
brandt nog na,
alsof je vuur legde
onder mijn huid.
Tussen ons
geen afstand,
alleen adem,
versmeltend verlangen.
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Emma Lazarus (6 poems about Passion)
22 July 1849 – 19 November 1887 / New York City / United States -
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Devan Delfano Sedasus (1 poems about Passion)
March 3, 2000 - Poem Land, Dream Land, and The Land of Unknown, Nothingness, and Blankness