Ash Poems - Poems about Ash

"Good morning," she softly whispered, thinking he'd spoken at her side. Then, Truly closed her eyes hoping to dream of him again. Sleep refused her desire to return to him in his rose garden. She tossed and turned, reached for the pillow that should be cradling his head. Frustrated, Truly rose and sat on the cold...

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The sand swirls the seconds in a gentle ash whirlwind time blows its song upon the columns of a deaf temple the king of memories scatters his crown on dry sand the vassal of regret carries silences in sacks of heavy light each moment pulses in the palm like a glass fish I hear the future tremble under the eyelid...

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A tsunami of black ash blankets half a world Trash toadstool hoodoos, wastelandic pillage and pollutant mucus ravishes lava villages Draining is the amalgam mass at the end of the spectrum Stone environs shock, unnatural landscapes Polyethylene islands flushing the canvas Carbon contaminant fumes flair in mid drift air Virtually no place on Earth is free of the polymer fog Foaming magma...

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Loud, Loud's The Church, .... Ash Might! Anniversary, Score, ...

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the sky is a broken mirror shattered clouds bleed rust and fire cities kneel in hollow silence monuments to lost empires neon ghosts flicker in ruins whispers hum in static breath machines still count the fallen long past the touch of death veins of steel snake through the dust choked on war’s forgotten cries a child hums an unknown anthem as the last star fades and...

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In the twilight hum of broken cities, where glass teeth bite the smog-choked sky, I walked—a stranger to my own time— past dreams rusted in neon haze. "This is the kingdom we made," whispered the wind through hollow streets, "not with love, but with longing unfulfilled." --- I. The Circle of Shattered Masks Faces gleamed in fractured mirrors— perfect, painted, pixel-deep. Beneath the glass: eyes dull as...

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I have drawn the maps of my sorrow, with borders of ochre and ash, rivers of longing winding like silver snakes toward the empty seas of unfulfilled dreams, the valley of abandoned thoughts, a cemetery of withered promises, and the desert of sighs, its sand made of words that shatter like glass under the weight of silence. In the center,...

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Demon comes with smiles Very carefully veiled wiles Prod another to take the fall A Victim through it all Demon guise as a mother Looking for another to smother A wife a husbands fall foretell She will see everyone burn in hell Demon deception of caring All the while souls seering Malicious word of mouth ensue But the truth you will eschew Demon conniving and stealing Envy...

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i suppose the ash pink rose shall bloom without any thorns to hide from the world that we know thus to spread her wings of love from every mountain from every hilltop where ever she goes through the green valleys shall be the ash pink rose in the morning light...

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Let me sing my night a lullaby, and hurry the sky. North, of the meadowsweet. North, of the ash clouds. Far into obsidian. Too moonclad, might I be, to mind any athame, or whether, I might die, in a whisp of song....

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Your eyes once struck like lightning Down winded limbs Splayed out And sparkling From just a flash Now you look like charcoal bones And boiled veins And lungs Of skin That's burned to ash...

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Awakened "Silence fills all the spaces between the soft flutter of fragile butterfly wings. There one second and then gone, the faint breeze in a syncopated song. As twilight gatherers the dark corners close, I hear the haunted lament of tormented ghosts. Living in this wilderness on my own, the...

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Silence ignited sound into kindling Sign language robots — ears set afire (The New Room: April, 2024) ...

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A few artists truly know how it works Creation coming from destruction All it takes is a small flame Touching the tip of any kind of wood And when it is used just right A masterpiece in ash is created for the world to see © Poem – XIII/III/MMXXIV LRET...

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The Vessel pt. 1 - A Blighted Vale (pt 2/2) Amongst the dead and dying trees, A Stygian crypt of crumbling stone A doorway opened, not with man-made keys, But forgotten tongue from forgotten tome This ancient ruin with obscured glyphs, Gently brushed clean with calloused tips Whispered words from cracked, parched lips, Spill forth with unhindered ease— Like oft spoken lines from cherished...

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