Send some poetry to a friend - the love thought that counts!
 
Poems for the People   -  Poems by the People

About the Poem

To climb from the self- imposed shame of divorce, I chose to hide my heart, to allow myself time to heal - I did not realize that it was my heart that needed to be reborn, not hidden.

Then I met her, forbidden by society, yet she called to me, to my heart, asked me to waken myself - to be honest in my heart's desire - she helped me remove the fear, to heal the scars I'd used as a shield for too long.

She helped me to understand, that desire is not a sin.

A Few Visitor Comments

andrea
This is a really good poem, I felted every word. I really hope you write more cause I see you only wrote one.
Mark
Unusally well written.
Clare-Jesse
I have just met a beautiful man who is out of bounds but passions and desires have bought us together, these words are perfect. Thank you for inspiring me
Becca
I like. Love it. Love it alot.

There are More comments below the poem ...

The Whisperings On Val'eve

For longer than a taste
- or two,
I will linger;
Lips against lips,
softly against soft.

I will linger

In eyes,
- my prison,
visions of sweetness,
of sweat, of lust;
promisings of ecstasy’s sin
to flower upon my decadent hunger.

Dance soft
- circles across my tongue,
around, across,
awakening and arousing whispers auctioned
in the throes of passions;
drink until my appetite is laid bare
for a moment or two.

Command my civility
- my shadow, my touch,
- my every secret;
into words spoken as prayer,
into words cried
in breaths of consummation.

Perfection
- as my own is wondered well,
countless times stabs and penetrates
the beast beyond the shatterings of humanity descent
into the salvation of the truth of desire.

A Few FREE things you can do with this poem!

Want to share this poem with a friend? You can email the whole poem (not just a link) directly to your friend, with a personal message from you.
If this poem touched you, please take a moment to Vote for the poem and perhaps leave a comment telling us why.
Artistically inclined? You can use this poem in a graphical greeting card, designed by you, and then send it to a friend.
Add this poem to your netpoets.com MyPoems space so you can always find it.
Want to post this poem to your blog or website? Click here and we'll make it easy.
Need a hardcopy? You can send a copy of this poem directly to your printer, without all of the color and graphics.

And a few more if you like the Author ...

Want to send the author a private email? If we have a current address, we'll send your message to them for you.
You can subscribe to this author and we'll let you know any time they publish a new poem with us.
© 1999 Tony Harmon Please respect the rights of the author and Passions in Poetry. If you would like to use this poem on your own web page, please contact the Author. Thank you.

About the Author's Email Address: Unfortunately, this author has failed to maintain a valid email address with us and this poem will be removed during our next update. If you know the author, please ask them to contact us with a current email address.

More Visitor Comments (from the Voting form)

Shari
This is so well written, and really moved me.
shay
I like this poem because it touched me in a way not any other poem has. This guy who wrote is really good and needs to keep on doing what he is doing. He has a talent not very many poeple have and he needs to tkae advantage of it. Thanks shay
Alli
I love poetry. and this poem is one of the million reasons.
mike
I really enjoyed this paticular piece, it got to me on several levels,thank you to who ever wrote this, it really helped me
ram
What a great way to say what you said . If you don't mind, I think I'll send it to my freind.
JACQUELINE
Inspriing
jade
hey thats a nice peom keep writtin its realy good
jule
This is very passionate poem and not banal, i would send it to some people!
myron
Great, and original
Tami
you had a sensual aching sense of the torture of love in all the beautiful form. Passion without reason. Nothing at all distasteful.Only left me feeling breathless. I also am a poet writing is my passion. And poetry as we all know are not just mere words on paper.

All Visitor Comments on this poem have been posted by people who wanted to let the author know the poem touched their hearts. If you would like to leave a comment of your own, please Vote for this poem.