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Passions in Poetry

Digital Passions
Poetry Magazine

Digital Passions #6
published November 15, 2000


Editor's Column by Karilea Jungel (Sunshine)
Writer's Resources by Nicole Boyd
Thanksgiving Poetry  Lone Wolf
Interview with Poertree by Christopher Ward
After the Murder of my Wife by Poertree
The Final Word by Poet deVine

* Bonus Features

Beatnik Era by JP Burns
My Creative Writing Class by Deborah Carter
Poetry Readings by Sven

* Bonus Poetry & Prose

Friendship Poetry selected by Elizabeth
Love Poetry selected by Irish Rose
Sad Poetry selected by Karen A.A. Hood
Teen Poetry selected by Krista Knutson
Spiritual Poetry selected by Marge Tindal
Short Fiction selected by Dopey Dope

Read It All (one big page)

Friendship Poetry Sad Poetry

Love Poetry
selected by Irish Rose

In The Tides of My Dreams
by Ruth Grattan (hoot_owl_m)

Balloons of the Heart
by Mark Bohannan

Lay Me Down
by Marge Tindal

Flying Without Wings #2
by Sven

Love United - First Meeting
by Jenn E.

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Ruth Grattan (hoot_owl_m), one of our distinguished members, who has a fine reputation for delivering fantastic poetry in style and grace, offers this very romantic poem. She tells me the idea for this poem came from a challenge to write of a lake, but that the thoughts of the dream of love came instead.

I believe Ruth has captured what sometimes stays with us long after the physical feelings of love are gone, those dream-like states that we find ourselves in.


In The Tides of My Dreams
by Ruth Grattan (hoot_owl_m)

The ripples crash upon the shore
In tender kisses, nothing more
Each wave in gentle cadence rings
As in my sleep, my true love sings
I feel him now, here by the lake
As from my dreams, I slowly wake
His words, how soft, they call to me
Here on the shore of endless sea
Wake me not tonight my love
In quiet whispers from above
Just hold me close inside your mind
Leave the pain of past behind
Meet me in my dreams tonight
Then pull me close by morning light


Mark Bohannan tells me he wrote this for Butterflies-don't cry to express his love for her. I feel it shows a great deal of originality and creativity and I wanted to include it in with the other fine poems. Thank you, Mark, for a breathtaking look of color and how it is shown in love.

Balloons of the Heart
by Mark Bohannan

 So if 
it were
 a balloon of
 love that was 
  bestowed upon 
 you...... with the heart
    essence....and the heart soul
 Then would  you feel the lightness from
 all that I would  say  or  see the beauty of my
 words as only.. ..a  mere  bit  ..of temptation ..the air. If. ..this would be 
 the sign for  which you so  desperately
 seek then  would you take  it's color
in the way that they were...meant?
 Love ..comes in many...colors
 as.. ....does the passing.. of
 the yesterdays.
So in these 


Marge Tindal, one of our best, tells me she was driving one day and saw a fire truck! Well, Marge, I hope you pulled over for this one! She wrote a few words and came up with this wonderful poem about the passion of love. I believe it's a four-alarm poem! Thank you, Marge.

Lay Me Down
by Marge Tindal

Lay me down one more time
in fields of passion and desire
Stir me with the heat of you
Come on baby, light my fire!

Whisper to me of fantasy
on satin sheets of ivory-tinge
Hold me in the reality of knowing
the fire of passion's singe

Fan the flames to raging
from the glowing red hot embers
When the fire burns out of control
Quench me with remember

In the ecstasy of the moment
call out my name in desire
Flames will light up the night
as you take me
higher - higher - higher

Passion spent with pleasure
let me fall gently beside you
Wrap your arms around me close
Oh, babe ... the passion that you do !


Sven tells me this poem, Flying Without Wings.#2 is based on a song performed by the vocal group, Westlife. Once hearing the song, he was so taken with it that he wrote his poem and delivered it in lyrically tones giving the readers the feeling of flying without wings and opening our arms to it, which is another wonderful way of expressing love.

Flying Without Wings #2
by Sven

My heart knows that you're the reason why
All I had to do
was close my eyes and believe
My love, I've never felt so free

Never thought I'd make it here alone
It's because of all the love you've shown
You're the only one
that can make me feel this way
With you, I can see a new day

Now that you're here with me my love
We're soaring here so high above
Together our love
can take our hearts so far
There will always be love wherever we are

Together we'll see the things
That only love can bring
We're flying without wings


I was particularly taken with this poem, written by Jenn E, because of the honesty and sincerity expressed of meeting someone new. That's really what love is all about isn't it?

Love United - First Meeting
by Jenn E.

All this talk about electronic love
has made me stop and reminisce
of all the things that happened
that led to true loves kiss

Words just started flowing
from one into the other
I felt as if I knew him
in one world or another

Then I finally heard it
his voice across the line
in awe of how he sounded
felt a shiver down my spine

We talked for endless hours
on into the night
I never talked like that before
God…it felt so right

I still had never seen him
had no physical of his being
we exchanged simple pictures
could not believe what we were seeing

My eyes could not leave him
although only on my screen
so beautiful in every way
like no man I had ever seen

My beauty captured him also
like no woman he had seen
as if we both had come to life
from each others dreams

We knew we had to meet
How and When and Where?
driving he said…three weeks
I'll be coming there

Twenty hours to see me
this was the final moment
my palms started sweating
my stomach was in torment

I was pacing here and pacing there
talking on the phone
Oh my god...he's ummmmmm, here
I, I, really gotta go...

I looked up and he was grinning
calmly leaning against my door
we were both a little nervous as
we hadn't seen each other before

slowly I walked over
and our eyes finally met
nervousness went out the door
as fast as it was sent

We held each other tightly
breathing each other in
just getting closer and closer
skin finally upon skin

We pulled apart slowly
eyes lost in each other
lips finally touching
hearts filled with wonder

Tongues touched
worlds collided
we knew then
our love united

Three months since I've seen him
and I won't see him till November
I know the day he gets off the plane
will be a day we'll both remember…