Passion and Promise

There was something I missed somewhere

Some magic I'd thought I should grow out of

But things so seldom work just as we plan

And growing up doesn't mean that a woman

Has to grow out of all sense of passion and life

Let herself be locked into something frigidly spare

For there is passion, there is promise, out there...

 

Out there somewhere waiting for me are moments

I won't ever want to have end, but they will, always do...

Yet, I figure that an hours passion and an hours regret

Are better lived than two hours of fear or boredom

And sometimes chances have to be worth taking

And sometimes someone else has a feeling to spare

For there is passion, there is promise, in the air...

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Ralphy]

beautiful poem and it's well written...and you know what...it's oh so true..thank for reminding me.

[☮]

This is exactly how I feel. Sometimes people have the misconception that maturity equals numbness. And I tend to feel that the more we mature, the more vulnerable we should allow ourselves to be in order to intake life's exciting moments. Failure and victory are both more breathtaking than inactivity.

I totally agree and love the way this way conveyed.

[Leah]

i LOVE it!!! though the ryming at the end trew me off a little- it's still a GOOD one!!!

[Mysty Rayn]

This poem has touched me more than any poem I have read on here. This was wonderful. Thank you.

[distefano 401]

this opening got my attention and i just had to read the rest to see where you were going with this. i thought you did a nice job expressing this, and i liked how the last sentences of the two stanzas were almost identical.