Inflamed Poems - Poems about Inflamed

...speakingWhat language does the heart speak not a thumb thumb, thumb thumb thumb, thumb what language does the heart speak whispers vibrates electronic vibrations love unti......Read the rest...

...THE STUDIO BOOTH In a studio booth, the rapper did stand, With dreams of a hit, but empty pockets at hand. "No money to record," he sadly exclaimed, The producer's negative response was ta......Read the rest...

...My solitude weaves the paths of the night that unfolds beneath my footsteps, And when my eyelashes fall heavy - a puppetry of worlds dims in their blindness. In the frown of my eyebrows, The Moon ......Read the rest...

... Written: April 10, 2024 For Edward Ebeh Contest “Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.” — Rumi ~~~~~~~~~~~......Read the rest...

...Terrific tornadoes predicted On guard Trees tremble, leaves shake Be safe Phoebe fanfare inflamed In tweets Errands to run Save them Stillest darkness, imperceptible danger Don’t be fooled ......Read the rest...

...You were there, an outline of a quiver in the light rain falling unabashedly, Ignoring the tapestry of silver in the sky that wept speechlessly. Beneath the somber crests of clouds that caressed yo......Read the rest...

...Fluttering tissue paper colourful painted Lady Belle of the Ball Queen of the day Shows her colours In a flirtatious exotic dance Entice the flowers To open and display their open tender heart......Read the rest...

... inflamed tendon in tight confinement compassionately curses the teacup’s trigger burn ......Read the rest...

...Athenian Goddess Verses 7 & 8 Mendacious eyes that seduce, And tempt a man to slay his soul, Unspoken tongue, close your eyes And listen to what he knows, That flowing curls o......Read the rest...

...Exquisite Athenian goddess bronzed, a creation from God’s own hand, Sculptured in your mother’s womb, that suckled Beauty from her breast, As she gently fondled dreams to sleep, whilst deepest pass......Read the rest...

...This is a poem I wrote about the struggles of mainly coal miners the industrial revolution and the hardships and luxuries of both the poor and the entitled rich . Home To Elysium Like potent ......Read the rest...

...The black holes in my mind, never to be cleared All light tried to shine, into a vacuum it disappears Is the fate of my mind to have memories seared? Does the emptiness hold nightmares my younger ......Read the rest...

...At high noontime, the tires are burning in the streets The sound of barking dogs is everywhere; the cats of hell smell Like never showered rats who are locked up in death row cells Where the air d......Read the rest...

...Pastel shades of morning, glow as dark wanes to light. Colors brushed in the skies in peach and lilac tones as dawn begins to rise. Pastel shades of morning, are emboldened by noon. Infl......Read the rest...

...We disagree I want to breathe people Feel a timeless, immortal pulse My solitude is anonymous observation Strolling in unnoticed contemplation through worlds stacked upon worlds The Flâneuse My......Read the rest...