A sweet love breath away
Faces across a table
a sweet love breath away,
yet only one can drink
neither wishing to move away.
eyes searching eyes
for hidden passion not yet revealed,
innuendo disguising love
but tenderness not concealed.
hearts a-thumping
outwards appearances calm
give-away movements
a gentle brush of fingertips
on waiting motionless arm.
words enjoyed
yet meanings sometimes delayed,
the simple tenderness and passion
absorbed and stored,
to be later re played
now in different rooms
and places so far away
she clutches spoken words from memory
for its time to replay and yet again replay
poem by Sylvia Lukeman
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Let Go The Passion
memories come and go,
my rocking chair work out the flow.
Sweet fire keep the cold heart warm,
away from blurry past and the storm.
Sweet child she was, so,
crawling here and there and go.
I remember when settled in my arms,
that smile, ever full of charms.
Let go the passion, man,
this is not your track or way.
Let go the passion, man,
no rerun of times or replay.
Growing up so fast now,
spreading love by the vow.
Hatred didn't know this place,
that lies inside her with the grace.
A teenager now, full of hopes,
full of dreams beyond my scopes.
You became like her number one fan,
you're thirty and she's ninteen, man.
Let go the passion, man,
this is not your track or way.
Let go the passion, man,
no rerun of times or replay.
Looks like a taboo of some sort,
no touch, no smile of that sort.
The sleeping beauty that I missed,
is a full grown woman out of nest.
Her own house, her own man,
her own universe is on the span.
Same laughter still shine through,
despite the age, she really never grew.
Let go the passion, man,
this is not your track or way.
Let go the passion, man,
no rerun of times or replay.
Let go the passion man,
your hopes are not for today.
Let go the passion man,
your dreams, down should lay.
down, should lay...
poem by Taher Shemaly
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On The Rebound
On the rebound, on the rebound
Thats how you fell for me
Thats how you changed my life
You cut me like a knife
On the rebound, on the rebound
You came, you saw, you took
It only took one look
And lady, I was hooked
On the rebound - its a replay ...
Your love was on the rebound
On the rebound
You came and took my soul
You came and left a hole
Where your love used to be
On the rebound, on the rebound
You like to drown in your tears
And after all these years
You give your pain to me
On the rebound - you came to me, babe
On the rebound - to set you free
On the rebound - too bad for me
Your love was on the rebound
You came to me
To set you free
To pray for me
Its a replay
You came to repay
Its a replay
To set you free
Just a replay
Your love was
Just a replay
song performed by by Uriah Heep
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Try A Little Tenderness
(harry woods/jimmy campbell/reg connelly)
Oh she may be weary
Young girls they do got weary
Wearing that same old shabby dress
Yeah yeah yeah
But when she gets weary
Try a little tenderness
Oh yeah, thats all you gotta do
You know shes there waiting
Just anticipating
Things that shell never, never possess
No no no
But while shes there waiting
Try a little tenderness
Its not just sentimental, no no no no
She has her grief and cares
But the soft words
That are spoke so gently, yeah
It makes it easier, easier to bear
You wont regret it
Young girls they dont forget it
Love is their only happiness
Yeah yeah yeah
Its so so easy
Try a little tenderness
You know what I mean
But the soft words
They are spoken so gently, yeah, yeah
It makes it easier, easier to bear
She may be weary
Young girls they do got weary
Wearing that same old shabby dress
Yeah yeah yeah
But when she gets weary
Try a little tenderness
Yeah, a little tenderness
Thats all youve gotta do
Listen to me
Try, try, try, try
One time for the last time
A little bit of tenderness
Tenderness, tenderness
Ooh, need you, I love you
I want you tonight, love me, baby
A little bit of tenderness
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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Tenderness
(bernard edwards/nile rodgers)
Tenderness is the best
Tenderness I confess
Tenderness is the best
Tenderness nothin less
Love me with a tender touch
Kindness I need very much
It is so hard for me to trust
But deep inside I know I must
Love me all through the night
Hug me till the first rays of sunlight
Be sweet, make me unafraid
cause tonight Ill play with you
Please be gentle
Tenderness is the best
Tenderness I confess
Tenderness is the best
Tenderness nothin less
Love me, try to be understanding
Tenderness is all that Im asking
Dont feel like Im making conditions
I wanna to overcome my inhibitions
Love me all through the night
Hug me till the first rays of sunlight
Be sweet, make me unafraid
cause tonight Ill play with you
Please be gentle
Tenderness is the best
Tenderness I confess
Tenderness is the best
Tenderness nothin less
Love me with the tender touch
Kindness I need very much
It is so hard for me to trust
But deep inside I know I must
Love me all through the night
Hug me till the first rays of sunlight
Be sweet, make me unafraid
cause tonight Ill play with you
Please be gentle
Love me
Kindness
Love me
Hug me
Please be gentle
Tenderness is the best
Tenderness I confess
Tenderness is the best
Tenderness nothin less
Tenderness is the best
Tenderness I confess
Tenderness is the best
Tenderness nothin less
Try to be understanding
Try to be understanding
song performed by by Diana Ross
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Favourite Memory
Here I lay
Thinking of that sweet memory we share
under that willow tree
Blowing in the breeze
Our first time was magical
Like a fairy tale, except better
Nothing slowed our passion
We had for one Another
Could it happen again?
When the sun comes out again
Can that memory replay?
For it is my favourite memory ever
poem by Make A Wish
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Volcano Of Passion
As the passion builds inside, my heart beats faster
My mouth goes dry
My hands become clammy
My eyes widen in anticipation
Out comes a flow of words, a flow of meanings
A flow of thought and feelings
I can feel it growing inside me, waiting to burst out
I really just want to shout as the words flow out onto the page
Without any rage, just a desire, a passion
For my words to have their own stage
The volcano has erupted, the words flow
Yet when the dust settles, nobody but me knows whats happened
It's my very own volcano of passion
poem by Craig Piercy
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Pain And Tenderness
She pours from me
Onto the page.
My heart beats alone in a cage.
My bleeding pen
Flashes in rage.
Yet knows
That I can never address
The true pain
And the tenderness.
She soars from me
Into the skies.
She claws from me
Every disguise.
Yet bathes my aching soul
As it dies.
My passion
Like a speeding express.
In a dungeon
I lay and obsess
About the true pain
And tenderness.
She flies from me
In empty sunset.
She cries on me
From clouds above.
Her kiss
And that smokey red dress,
Fill my morning
With visions of soft caress.
And scent of love.
Yet my words
Lack the pain and tenderness
Of the first sunrise.
What's written on the page
Is written in the eyes.
poem by Kevin East
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Distant replay morphs into instant replay, and future replay cannot be far off.
quote by John Thorn
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The Passion Fruit
[The Passion Fruit]
An epic Stanza a Dream if Might the cruel fates play tricks on the love longing mind. For Hope was the plant and Passion the fruit of the hearts implore. And love, Love is the Rain of all growth and for everyday a little rain must Fall.
The Dream of Dreams is to be loved in return by the one you dream of most. And so, her love grew for him as she saw the figure of his shadow in the corridor, and heard the deep soothing sound of his voice. And alas, She sought the longing in her eyes would at one point be returned by his. She knew at this point would be a point of no return.
Love can drive you to do incredible things; it seeks the soul, mind, and the spirit. And just as beauty, love is in the eyes of it’s beholder, for each person love comes differently, by the way they receive it, the way they give it, the way they earn it, and the way they see it. Each is its own plant.
For her it was the Passion Fruit.
She showered this fruit with love, and heartened it with hope. At last the fruit was brimming with Passion.
It was the Passion Fruit.
It was filled with Passion, but it was lacking light.
The light of restoration in which she would finally see the longing in his eyes as they were in hers.
And although she filled it with everything else there was no light, and No plant can survive without light.
Without light there is no hope and without hope there is no plant.
The passion in her eyes became a dull place in a bright world. For in her world there was no light in which to see, and no hope for it to be seen.
And so she faded away.
The day she would leave all passion behind, all hope, and all cares, she told him the story of the Passion Fruit. How it loved, laughed, and lived.
The words she said to him before her final farewell were, “When all seems Dark look for Light for there is always Light you just have to find it. Remember Hope was the plant and Passion the heart’s wish, it’s fruit. And love, Love is the Rain of all growth and for everyday a little rain must Fall.”
“But don’t forget light, for without light you cannot see the rain of love, and without the rain, a plant will cease to exist. I have Finally found my light, but alas I have already gone through a dark tunnel.” These words she uttered before she took her last breath.
He never forgot, for secretly she was his passion, his light, and his rain.
He eventually found another, but he would never love her, for there is only one love, for love is jealous of all others. So, he loved but once and the rest was just of like.
On his last breath he said, “I have found my Light, but at the end of a dark tunnel, for there she is waiting for me, my dream of dreams.”
“My Passion Fruit”
(c) 2006
poem by Kelsey Neystel
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Tenderness Is A Privilege Of Few
Name the violence and her sons
A sort of callousness enshrouds us
Harsh words friendly support bitter behaviours
And tenderness is a privilege of few
I can't let you die, I can't, I am sorry
The only thing I may do for you is to allow me not to exist anymore
What I was, the one you knew has to be choked off
Despite my awkward attempt to survive with you
I do recognise that I don't deserve your memory
Stunned by the revelation I wander in despair
Still and frozen my mind learns your thoughts by heart
Is that everything lost?
And then mist in my dreams, your gaze weird moved by compassion
Does it mean that you felt my pain?
Name the violence and her sons
A sort of callousness enshrouds us
Harsh words friendly support bitter behaviours
And tenderness is a privilege of few
I don't fear either the blame or the damnation
The world is mean enough with or without my version of events
I won't be going overboard for trying
I will always fiercely protect my low river
And I'm really pissed off at all these faces in mourning
Being so called reputable is not my priority anymore, if ever it was
People are often sidetracked by appearances
I want to be gentle and decent
I need to be authentically in love with Humanity
I need to care for its destiny, to pray for redemption
Name the violence and her sons
A sort of callousness enshrouds us
Harsh words friendly support bitter behaviours
And tenderness is a privilege of few
poem by Ilaria Boffa
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Keep It Revealed
Don't be my love,
Only when you feel it.
Feel it wherever you are,
My love.
And wherever you are,
Don't conceal it.
Keep it revealed.
Scented flowers do not stop their scents.
The Sun will always carry its brightness,
When our eyes are closed at night.
The Moon we share is not only there for us.
Nor is the air we breathe,
Awaiting for the trees,
To allow its leaves to feel the breeze.
Don't be my love,
Only when you feel it.
Feel it wherever you are,
My love.
And wherever you are,
Don't conceal it.
Keep it revealed.
Let each touch be meant,
To send tenderness received.
Let our eyes openly communicate,
A connection understood we appreciate,
And in our hearts believe.
Let each kiss ignite that flame,
Never to leap to another's lips.
Let the love made that we make,
Never freeze from the heat we keep.
Don't be my love,
Only when you feel it.
Feel it wherever you are,
My love.
And wherever you are,
Don't conceal it.
Keep it revealed.
Keep it revealed.
Keep it...
Revealed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hidden Passion
Hidden Passion,
stored locked away the thought of passion forgotten,
yet, lingering in distance air passages.
How does one recapture these floating
Ever so soft clouds of passion
to be able to put back these whispering breezes of desire?
If only it could be stored in a bottle
to be later mixed with an enticing fragrance
that is activated by gentle slow embraces of love-making
and soft touching one to the other
this scent that refills the air
getting stronger with each moment
as the passion in the both of you heats up!
Written by Rick Defalco
Copyright ©2003 Pen Name : Dream walker.
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poem by Dream Walker
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Visit From God
God came to me today...
He showed me how to pray...
In Heavenly words spoken on this day--
He blessed my way-he blessed my way;
He came unto my heart and soul...
And altered my aims and my goals...
Taught me how to truly live---
Taught me compassion and how to forgive;
His words are so very wise...
They are as shining rays from Heavens skies...
He taught me to love and not to despise...!
He wiped the tears from my eyes;
God came to me today...
And now i will always pray...
His words i continually replay--
He blessed my way-he blessed my way;
May 26,2010
poem by Theodora Onken
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What is love? 2
What is love
Love is the gentle touch with a hint of passion and a soft sprinkle of lust
Love is trust
Love is holding hands ever so gently under the moonlight
Love is trust
Love is staring so intently into your lovers eyes with the feeling that,
this is so right
Love is a sweet walk in the park with that special someone
Love is pain, pleasure and everything nice
Love is trust
Love is loving and caring for you in a very special way
Love is remembering the simple and special things we do and say
Love is remembering how sweet you are and wishing you
a happy valentine's day
poem by Hayley Foster
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Over And Over Again
LYRICS:
Cause its all in my head
I think about it over and over again
And I cant keep picturing you with him
And it hurts so bad, yeah
Cause its all in my head
I think about it over and over again
I replay it over and over again
And I cant take it yeah I cant shake it
Nooo
I cant wait to see you
Want to see if you still got that look in your eyes
That one you had for me before we said our goodbyes
And its a shame that we got to spend our time
Being mad about the same things
Over and over again
About the same things
Over and over again
Ohh
But I think shes leaving
Ooh man shes leaving
I dont know what else to do
(I Cant go on not loving you)
Cause its all in my head
I think about it over and over again
And I cant keep picturing you with him
And it hurts so bad, yeah
Cause its all in my head
I think about it over and over again
I replay it over and over again yeah
And I cant take it yeah I cant shake it
Nooo
I remember the day you left
I remember the last breath you took right in front of me
When you said that u would leave
I was too damn stubborn to try to stop you or say anything
But I see clearly now
And this choice I made keeps playing in my head
Over and over again
Playing my head
Over and over again
Ohh
I think shes leaving
Ooh man shes leaving
I dont know what else to do
(I Cant go on not loving you)
Cause its all in my head
I think about it over and over again
And I cant keep picturing you with him
And it hurts so bad, yeah
Cause its all in my head
I think about it over and over again
I replay it over and over again
And I cant take it I cant shake it
Nooo
(Now that Ive realized that Im going down
From all this pain youve put me through
Every time I close my eyes I lock it down oh
I cant go on not loving you)
Cause its all in my head
I think about it over and over again
And I cant keep picturing you with him
And it hurts so bad, yeah
Cause its all in my head
I think about it over and over again
I replay it over and over again
And I cant take it I cant shake it
Nooo
Cause its all in my head
I think about it over and over again
And I cant keep picturing you with him
And it hurts so bad, yeah
Cause its all in my head
I think about it over and over again
I replay it over and over again
And I cant take it I cant shake it
Nooo
Over and Over again
Over and Over again
Cause its all in my head
poem by Sirius White
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Love Is Only Physics
Love is not an enduring emotion
Love is not an infinite passion
Love is not related to the heart beats
Love is not about dreams and trances
Love is neither revealed nor imagined
Love is no more running in the carotids
Love is neither Biochemistry nor Parapsychology
Love is just about fulfilling needs
Love ends when our expectations wither
Love is like a game being played on the cell phones
Love is a broadband or the invisible wire
Love is being viewed through the webcam of my laptop
Love is directly proportional
To how much physical time
You can offer to your beloved
In simple and plain words
Today
Love is only Physics
Feb 21,2009
poem by Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari
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Where Is My Passion
Where is my passion
Far too much pain
Where is my passion
Must I love in vain?
Where is my passion
I need must know
Where is my passion
I want so much to grow
Where is my passion
Lost in your lips
Where is my passion
I feel for your kiss
Where is my passion
Lost in your eyes
Where is my passion
Release me to fly
Where is my passion
There in your hands
Where is my passion
Touch me…expand
Where is my passion
Please…be a man
poem by Fleurette Elaine Harris
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Hopelessly Lost A (January)
Feel the tingling in your heart deep with in
the pulse of the Spirit with in your body
the beating pulse of blood rushing
the deep stare to which your eyes gaze
Feel the burning of the passion
the crying of your soul for everything
the righteousness burning at a fury
the deep words which cut my heart for you
Feel that feeling that is so sweet
the tenderness that is everlasting
the passion in my soul for you so deep
burning burning burning just for you
the love between me and you so strong
hopelessly lost forevermore which i do not ignore
poem by Branden Aeling
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Convictions
You believe in the mystery of cards falling,
a star jumping by in the dark sky
tealeaves that you stir,
that happiness is just around the corner
and I see the flame
dancing in your eyes that are much deeper than mere passion.
You tell stories about heroes and heroines,
try to thresh out your dreams
diligently are looking for Eden, heaven and the hell
and I believe everything that you tell me,
also that you love me with your soul
although you have other boyfriends in between.
You believe in an almighty God
whose mighty envoys guard every life
and that nothing can estrange a person from Him,
that if you lift your eyes
your words go through time and space
and that He intervenes on request
and I believe in the power
lying between your loins
and the pleasure that I see in your eyes
if you like a noble flower
fold around me and I hear your heart beat
when we embrace each other.
Just like yours my faith is implacably strong
as it is grounded on something noble
and the indescribable things between us
and when passion is swept by
care, tenderness and love remains
that lies unfathomable between us.
[Reference: Convictions by Paul Verlaine.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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399
there is a crisis in faith
because one has looked up there where the stars
are faithless themselves
their doubts are as myriad as their
twinklings
their being lost are shown with the
way they die
one by one in an explosion
that is missed by your
limited eyes
try moving inward, into the caves of your heart
where the silence of the veins
and arteries are found
where red blood of life passes
in and out of the valves without much complaint
where the heart works all its lifetime
to tell you about love
and tenderness
and care and patience and passion
to love the words of God till the end of its own time.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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