Ash Poems - Poems about Ash

When I was ash... I knew wind more intimately than breath. I knew what it meant... To scatter without sorrow. That is all I remember....

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They buried my name in a saltless grave and left my voice in the bark of an ash tree. I was born breathless, wrapped in the skin of something ancient not animal, not spirit, but a memory unfinished. I remember flames that spoke in riddles, cracking open the eyes of the sky. Clouds wept honey and blood, and the stars refused to answer why they...

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The morning you stopped speaking, I watched you fold laundry with the precision of someone who had decided something. Each shirt became a prayer, each towel a small goodbye— your hands folding away the breath of silence. In the kitchen, you point to the sugar bowl when you want sweetness. Your finger weaves circles in the air when you mean *again*. But your eyes still carry the weight of my...

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They mistook her silence for softness. But beneath that stillness, the ground was shifting. She wasn't snow– she was the mountain before it breaks. She held her tongue like a fuse, every word a spark she wasn't ready to let go. Not yet. She didn't scream– she shimmered. Until the heat in her lungs became truth, until the truth was too molten...

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Intellectually and artificially Can it be more worse, tell me unofficially Why should we be managed for what Bloody purpose to satisfy who’s plot To tell you the truth I miss my youth I’m sorry this lesson to learn But you feel the same Here we go again But thank God we shall never return Away from this paradise lost I can’t pay the required...

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Written: May 20, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Karen Jones Inspired from Prince Song: When Doves Fly ********************** I slipped the mirror mournful cry, Where silhouettes lick the silvery sky. There is no name or voice left to claim— There was just airless...

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Written: May 18, 2025, for contest sponsored by Karen J. ****************** Azure blooms rise from burned-out grime, Beauty is strength, and a smile its prime. Chuckles come cheap, yet brighten the day, Dogs believe the vacuum will steal them away. Engineers muse on how epic fails fly, Falls...

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"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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