Poems About Desire

Poems about desire
poems about desire

Desire poems beautifully capture and express emotions. Desire is when you really want something. I hope that these poems about desire will give you something to think about.

I hope that these poems about desire will give you something to think about. It’s also important to understand that we can’t always get everything we want. Sometimes, we have to be patient and work towards our goals.

We should dream big and work hard to achieve our goals. Desire poems are truly fascinating poems. It inspires us to achieve our desires and wishes.

My Love Is Like To Ice

By Edmund Spenser

My love is like to ice, and I to fire:
How is it then that this her cold so great
Is not dissolved through my so hot desire,
But harder grows the more I her entreat 

Who Will in Book of Fairest Nature Know

By Sir Philip Sidney

Who will in fairest book of Nature know
How virtue may best lodged in beauty be,
Let him but learn of love to read in thee,
Stella, those fair lines which true goodness show


By William Cowper

O Lord, my best desire fulfil,
And help me to resign
Life, health, and comfort to Thy will,
And make Thy pleasure mine…

Beneath October’s Sky

By Andrea Dietrich

flames of desire
as I hold my love close. . .
the sky has caught fire

The Shirt


The shirt touches his neck
and smooths over his back.
It slides down his sides.
It even goes down below his belt—
down into his pants.
Lucky shirt.

Only Your Voice

such a wild thing to think.
how these thoughts,
romanticize your voice.
it’s all that i can hear,
all that i want to hear—
as if everything ever derived
from this id-driven impulses,
is to ask for only your voice.
only your voice.

Within Her Heart

By Daniel Turner

Within her heart is where I wish to be
To dwell inside the garden of her soul
Where each soft heartbeat plays a symphony
And all around is beauty to behold

The sunshine of her love would keep me warm
My one desire, to take life’s pain away
Consoling her when clouds of sadness form
Removing troubles of each stressful day

Should something cause her fragile heart to break
I’d gather up the pieces tenderly
With love I’d smooth the sharpness of heartache
Then put them back together lovingly

Within her heart is where her beauty lies
Her love, the light that shines within her eyes

The Long Game

By Anais Vionet

We’re playing the long game.
We share things, we’re lovers,
we slip in and out of each other’s lives
like jackets hanging on the back of a door.

Relationships are like instruments,
they must be played, kept in tune,
the carnal and the corny balanced,
carefully, like sections of an orchestra.

Sometimes, I feel that I have to bring the energy,
BE the entertainment – and I can do that – in spades
but not forever – I’m not a tireless-giver – in fact,
I’m atavistically Parisien (we admit loving nothing).

I’m learning that when a relationship’s conducted,
at great remove, the basics – like punctuality,
dependability and preparation – become a big deal.

To Write Of Love

By Daniel Cheeseman

If I was to write of love, then from my
nib your heart would flow. Dreams
would be the parchment on which I
scribe, and your fragrance the sentence
formed. A desire and passion would
flood my page, with intermittent kisses
instead of punctuation. Chapters of
grace would fill your eyes, the contents
feelings spill your soul. The ink from
deep and pulsing veins, would secrete
the validity of my emotions. I see and
do not see, for with your absence my
page is blank, yet in your thought reams
I write. Let this page be a blanket on
which those eyes could sleep, and
realize my love is not a dream, but
reality in reaching words.

Love’s Reflection

By Charlie Smith

Love neither gives or takes but from itself.
Be not wiled by fantasies of arrogance.
Take no more than is offered by yourself.
Leave nothing trapped in tortured irrelevance.

Seek not a barter for desires that sue your heart.
Worthiness is the only tender that comes due.
Suffer willingly the melody of pain it may impart.
Bleed joyfully from the wounds that will ensue.

As tree branches lift their hopes towards Heaven’s door,
hands together reaching higher than alone will seek
heights that love’s imagination most beautifully implores
that from a poets words unending ecstasy must speak.

Whatever you desire your life to be,
may loves reflection be all you see


What makes poems enjoyable?

Strong, accurate, interesting words, well-placed, 

What is the theme of the poem’s desire?

Molly Peacock’s poem “Desire” is pivoted around her idea that desire is an irrational emotion that occurs within every individual in a different way in moments that overwhelm the thoughts and life of a person.

Do poems have a purpose?

Poetry can have many different purposes. 

What is a desire for power?

It is expressed in having control over oneself, in being able to do whatever one wants, to follow one’s own wishes, and to be independent.

Do poems have a message?

The theme of a poem is the message an author wants to communicate through the piece.

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