The passion pretends...
The passion pretends,
The breeze accompanies leaves,
Causing whisper
poem by Gioom Galen
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A Warm Summer Breeze
The trees whisper in the breeze
The forest peaceful, quiet, and serene.
The warm breeze like a soft caress,
Momentarily eliminating all stress.
Without delay it carries on
Leaving the place in silence when it's gone.
A summer day, a summer breeze,
Softly whispered through the trees.
The summer breeze, softly it comes,
Quickly it leaves,
Causing soft whispers in the trees.
It came and soon left, a warm summer breeze.
poem by Theo Townend
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A Beautiful Chime!
A beautiful bond is like a melodious tune
A lovely relationship is so much for each other
Just as the breeze leaves marks on the rune
Not possible to have one without one another
Every Chime needs a breeze to make it sound
To tinkle with the gentleness of the breeze
Sometimes be noisy and loud with wind 's pound
Clink with the rush of the gushing wild breeze
A loving heart has a lot of feelings and passion
For the One whom it knows, cares and loves forever
Feelings reach the lovely heart with love and passion
Response showers much more fondness, love forever
The way things blend togehter
Not possible without each other.
-Sonnet-
poem by Manjeshwari P MYSORE
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When She Did Not Like It Anymore
it is easy
she pretends the leaves are all dead
in the middle of spring
when he comes
she did not like it anymore
it is easy
she pretends there are no more flowers
that it is time for mourning
when he comes
she is dressed in black and
silence
her lace around her lips
veiled
and stony.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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At Least I Accompany Me
You ask me to say ok
When I'm screaming no!
You want me to smile
When I feel like crying
Hey, at least sadness accompanies me
Because this world is never going
As smooth as we hope
The lucky day for you
Maybe the lost for someone
You told me to be strong
But do we really have a choice?
You give me the warmth
But I'm still cold inside
Hey, at least hunger accompanies me
When it is always more for you
Than good to me
Will you remove it
Only because it is not beautiful?
You bind me with mercy
When I seek for freedom
You try to be closer to me
But I'm forever stranger
Hey, at least loneliness accompanies me
Time keeps stretching
Your tired body forward
Even though your soul and mind
Are left behind
You push me so far
When all I need is sleeping
You demand a hope
When my dream's tingling to break
Hey, at least darkness is accompanies me
For life will not stop
Only because some whining
For heart will keep searching
Something that could fulfill
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Breeze Whispers
The breeze
Can you feel the breeze?
Hear its whispers that deal
With something surreal
I hear the cries of
A black woman’s resistance to rape
The Salvadoran woman’s cries against the CIA
And the mumbling of the Ku-Klux-Klan
With Neo-Nazi fans
I hear the breeze whisper to me
The moans of the Boxers, laying dead in Beijing
The Mexicans cry for freedom
And Cubans bitter talk of Americans
With European allies
Against the KGB
I hear the innocent giggles of Caucasian kids
Being raised to be, quote unquote, “Racists”
Looking at Minorities as “Statistics”
I hear their parents talk of
Left-Wing radicals and reverse-discrimination
In translation
Guiltification
Now tell me
What does the breeze whisper to you?
Does it whisper my soft words?
3 to be intact
That
“I love you”
poem by Orlando De Los Santos
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Secrets
secrets
in the breeze
the sea exhibits lips
that die to tell
things in its bossom
secrets
in the breeze
leaves flutter
in smart sequence
beating a drum
of contentment
that soon heaven would open to shower rain
secrets
fishes in the sea,
of all colours and sizes
shells, prawns, crabs,
corals, sand, sludge
and volcanic cracks
the fortunate ones
get to the gills of a few, turn the tide
of history, personal
or otherwise
the rest
they lie in the crevices,
chambers of
the human heart
- for good, for bad
breeze
the sea exhibits lips
that die to tell
the secrets it harbours
leaves burst in laughter
from its whisper
that soon heaven
would cool the day
secrets
the graves finally
claim them
- sealed and eaten up
to skeletal remains
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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The Needed Breeze
Tenths of thousands may have eyes but cannot see, even from a closer perspective. Many a people may have ears but cannot hear. Some may have noses but cannot smell, hands but cannot feel. Hundreds may have legs but cannot walk a road. Some take a stroll in life because they are inneed of the needed breeze. A breeze which supplies the needed acumen for rapid transformation. A breeze which expects the unexpected. A breeze which rises as much as it falls. A breeze which thinks of the unthinkable. A breeze which turns misfits into assets, fictions into facts and clichés into indelible says. - Are you inneed of the needed breeze? Many may whisper 'yes' but it takes 'courage' to receive the breeze. Rise-Up...
poem by Prince Kenny Osei
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Plastic Passion
Plastic passion is a hard to handle
Plastic passion is a sold out scandal
Oh it's a plastic passion
It's a plastic passion
Plastic passion is the ladies lover
Plastic passion is the marble mother
Oh it's a plastic passion
It's a plastic passion
Plastic passion is a diamond delight
Plastic passion is the nadir of night
Oh it's a plastic passion
It's a plastic passion
It's a plastic passion
Plastic passion is a hycoscine heart
Plastic passion is a transparent tart
Oh it's a plastic passion
It's a plastic passion
Plastic passion is a gold guarantee
The plastic passion is murdering me
Oh it's a plastic passion
It's a plastic passion
It's a plastic passion
song performed by by Cure
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Inconnu
In a quiet place, where no one goes,
I sit, swaying a little in the breeze.
I wonder if the water in the stream
Has ever tried to quell the never-ceasing
Forces that compel it on its way.
Does the water ever wish that it could
Rest and think a little, just like me?
Does it wonder where it's going? Or, with
Beautiful submission, does it travel on its
Way with no regrets? I want to do
What's right, to travel on my way
With no regrets. So I sit, swaying
In the breeze and listening to
The rustling leaves, who whisper,
'Rest feels near.'
poem by R.S. Farris
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There are only three sins - causing pain, causing fear, and causing anguish. The rest is window dressing.
quote by Roger Caras
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Through A Transparent Tear...
a night of drumming rain
woke up into an unusually
fresh winter morning
of drizzle and tickling breeze
laced by lazy chillness
the languid nerves of the night
looked for some stirring to
help them out of a tempting bed...
a breeze brushing past the sea
a breeze traversing across
the imposing dolphin's nose
a breeze caressing the leaves
buds and flowers even in earthen
pots laden heavy absorbing
the live long passion of the clouds
a breeze filling all that it touched
on the little bit of earth around me
a breeze pervading my little sky
caused me come alive...
how is it possible, i wondered
insulated as i was from the
animate and the inanimate
on the otherside with equal vogour
i looked around my accustomed
emptiness in wonder
trying to find the source
need i tell you
the source revealed itself
as your breath on me?
the heart that came alive
on this winter morning
of drizzle and breeze
shed a tear of longing
even while my body
smiled...
12nov2009
08.05hrs
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Stones Whisper Tsunami Warnings
cool breeze soft whispers
wise carved sacred words
in ancient spirit tsunamis
marker warning stones
whisper in hot sunshine
heated days summer passing
whisper in ice cold breezes
winter snows seasons passing
whisper in ears of farmers
whisper in ears of artisans
whisper in ears of descendants
whisper in ears of samurai
earthquakes tsunamis
haunt over centuries
flee risk earthquakes
flee to safe mountains
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Blanche
Breeze! brisk breeze! that movest with the morn!
Breeze! lithe breeze! that creepest through the corn!
Breeze! O breeze! that fannest the forlorn!
Oh linger by the lattice of sweet Blanche of mine!
Breeze! coy breeze! that loiterest for noon!
Breeze! true breeze! that hast a tryst with June!
Breeze! kind breeze! I beg of thee a boon!
Oh peep in through the lattice of poor Blanche of mine!
Breeze! fleet breeze! that goest with the day!
Breeze! dear breeze! that hastenest away!
Breeze! breeze! breeze! I beg of thee to stay,
And breathe upon the pillow of pale Blanche of mine!
Breeze! night-breeze! that wailest on the wold!
Breeze! lost breeze! that wanderest in the cold!
Breeze! dread breeze! oh flit not by the mould
Which shelters what is left me of lost Blanche of mine!
poem by Alfred Austin
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Lust is my Disease
(Verse I)
I can taste your lips
At my finger tips
Though you’re still so far away
I can feel you every day
Tragic endings now
It’s hard to live without
Your breath upon my skin
And the way we used to sin
(Bridge I)
And so I whisper
It’s true that love has left me
But it’s lust that leaves me empty
And sometimes I scream
It’s true that love has left me
But it’s lust that leaves me empty!
(Chorus) The breathing, the moaning, the screaming
Was always the best part
The lusting, the loathing, the beatings
Broke everything but my heart
(Verse II)
Drink another down
Drink enough to drown
But still I feel you breathe
Desiring your reprieve
Passion at its end
Dead, forgotten
Now it all means nothing
And always, it means nothing
(Bridge II)
And so I whisper
It’s true that love has left me
But it’s lust that leaves me empty
And sometimes I scream
It’s true that love has left me
But it’s lust that leaves me empty!
(Chorus)
(Breakdown)
Oh, a life without a heart
Isn’t easy to conceive
But your body is an art
And lust is my disease
(Chorus x2)
Oh, I’m empty now.
poem by Jesse Bauer
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I Know A Secret
Today I heard a whisper
A patient little rhyme
A jingle, just a tingle
Went running down my spine
I'm flooded by its sunshine
So warm against my cheek
From just that little whisper
A buzzing…so to speak!
Today I heard a sigh
A raspy little thing
Like bees upon a breeze
Or the flutter of a wing
I'm taken by its purring
A lilting in my heart
From just that little sigh
Such passion in a spark
Today I heard a secret
Twas breathing soft and low
A mystery cloaked in history
That only we would know
There's comfort in its presence
It's bound with lock and key
I hold that little secret
Deep inside of me…
poem by Leria Hawkins
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The Screams Of Passion
Performed by the family
{from the family (1985)}
Woah, no. woah, yeah.
Woah, no, woah no, yeah, yeah
Theres a gentle autumn breeze
That blows whenever we be lyin
Lyin in my bed
The moon appears and disappears
U look at me, my clothes I quickly
I quickly shed
The curtains dance a minuet
Autumn plays the music baby
Come on hold my hand
Leaves are fallin velvet splash
Only u and I can under
Only u can understand
The sunlight draws a picture
Through the silky lace that hangs above your
Hangs above your door
A picture that is waving
That is seems to be with every thrust
U make me beg for more
A robin sings a masterpiece
That lives and dies unheard
For screams of passion
A sound produced by two in love (oh, two in love)
Curtains dance and autumn plays on (and on and on)
The screams of passion
All I hear in my [head/hair]
Echoing like a volcano baby
The screams of passion
Back and forth the raging seas of lust
I want u madly
Cant u tell, cant u tell
Cant u tell, cant u tell, ow!
Take me in your arms, oh baby
The crime is done
Id rather die here in your
Screams of passion (woah, hold me now, baby)
Tell me that u [want/love] me (tell me that u [want/love] me)
Is it sunday or is it passion?
The screams of passion (the screams of passion, yeah)
The screams of... the screams of...
The screams of passion (passion)
Yeah! (shhh, not so loud, baby)
Yeah! (shhh, shhh)
The screams of passion
The screams of passion
The screams of passion
The screams of... the screams of...
The screams of passion
The screams of passion
Back and forth the raging seas of lust
Raging, raging (the screams of passion)
U know I want u madly, baby
Why cant u tell?
Is it sunday?
I thought I heard a churchbell (or was it passion? )
Passion (yeah, yeah)
Passion
The screams of passion
Whatd u say baby?
Excuse me but is that your passion?
Do u want my passion?
Do u want my passion?
If u want my love
If u want my body baby
Let me hear u... let me hear u... let...
Let me hear u scream
I want some passion
U know what Im talkin about baby?
I want some passion
U got that baby?
I want some passion
Passion
song performed by by Prince
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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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Whispers of trees
Trees whisper of the coming winter
Leaves mutter among themselves
Seasons silently steal upon us…
As Falling streams from rocky shelves
Soft sibilant sighs, indistinct…incoherent
Nature’s voices, spoken through the dells
It’s the trees whisper… of the coming winter
The voices of Trolls, faeries and elves
Branches freeing…captive leaves fleeing
Limbs bleakly waving…in poignant farewell
Listen closely! …to the trees soft whisper
Of places of mystery…where legends dwell
Trees whisper the coming winter
Voices elusive…secretive as well
Hear the murmur of the wooded heart…
muted tumble of an acorn shell
Trees whisper…coming winter…
Tales that only trees can tell
poem by David Whalen
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Summer Love
Bill dees
Autumn leaves, when they fall
Whisper to the wind, ringing out, telling all
Of the summers end.
Now youre gone far away, how I long to hear you say
I love you.
Whirling leaves, swirling leaves tell me Im alone
Wishing you were here with me longing for you home.
Winter nights are lonely nights how I long to hold you tight
I miss you.
A gentle breeze in the trees will tell me spring is here
And I feel anxiety knowing youll be near.
Summer nights, Ill hold you tight
Under the moon above youll be my summer love.
When summers here and you are near every day Ill pray
Autumn leaves will never come and with me youll stay
You will mean more to me, yes, youll be
More than just a summer love
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Sonnet: There Are Reasons for All Things
There must be reasons for the shaking leaves;
There must be reasons for the swaying trees;
There must be reasons for the drying sheaves;
There must be reasons causing any breeze.
There must be reasons for the waves at sea;
There must be reasons for ripples in pond;
There must be reasons for the sea briny;
There must be reasons for a mutual bond.
There must be reasons for the changing climes;
There must be reasons for both drought and rain;
There must be reasons for good and bad times;
There must be reasons for a boon or bane.
There must be reasons for all things on earth;
But not much reasons why men sin since birth!
poem by John Celes
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