Poets' Passion

0 Comments

Tags:
  • Love
    • ,
  • Emotional

    Poets' Passion

     Oh, what a tangled web we weave,
    When first we attempt to perceive.
    Sunlit days and starlit nights
    Occur by fate or fancy's flight.
    Dancing thoughts to misconceive,
    Sweet breathy moments of relief,
    Never lingering enough to incite,
    Hidden, swift tastes and touches to excite.

    Poem Comments

    (0)

    Please login or register

    You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
    leave comments/feedback and rate this poem.

    Login or Register

    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

    smalltownteddy’s Poems (4)

    Title Comments Submitted
    Title Comments Submitted
    Endings 1 07/13/2011
    Poets' Passion 0 07/13/2011
    Singularity 2 06/21/2011
    Run 3 02/23/2010
    Top of Page