Ash Poems

From Sight to Light

On the Desk of Darkness
On a Monsoon Night,
The afflatus roars in clouds,
And albedo fills the sight.

In the darkened gorge,
Among the alleys
And gravelled ways,
A lass on a jade.

Apathy of her own,
Gazing upon the dog in the kennel,
Barking and crying at it.

And when she gazed and gazed upon
The dog of ash on kindlings,
A murmur of sight on

ASH

For: Pyramids Poetry Contest   Sponser: Joseph May   August 13, 2025

ASH
remnant
volcanic

when volcanoes break
it off with their sacred tops
all of creation trembles

"ash is left by volcanoes' wrath"

ash in the mouth

You speak of vows like broken tools,
iron bent, still hot in the hand;
seeing the feast tipped into a gutter,
and name each grain of choice.
 
Dogs sniff at what was once a meal,
grass bows away from the teeth.
The wind carries scents you do not forgive.
 
There is a field where promises rot-
fruit collapsing inward,
sweetness leaking into

Volcano Mind

My mind simmers—
a volcano,
waiting.
Maybe it erupts,
maybe it just holds,
a silent threat behind every blink.

It takes everything—
to stay still,
to not burst
when no one else feels the fire
licking the edge of my thoughts.

Decisions burn before they’re made—
Is it right?
Am I right?
Will this moment
become another
mess to clean
alone?

Life spills like paint
no one asked for—
a blur of colors no one

When I Was 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.

Ash Tree Gospel

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

What Your Voice Promised

You folded a shirt until the seam sealed a sentence.
Each crease was a stamp pressed shut — fold, press, set aside.
You stacked them: unmailed pages, tidy and unread.

In the kitchen you didn’t ask for sugar; your finger traced
our small circle for second helpings —
a gesture still carrying its own grammar.

Silence opened a bureau in the

Not Ash, But Fire

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

Paradise Found

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

When Ash Remembers Flame

Written: May 20, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Karen Jones
Inspired from Prince Song: When Doves Fly
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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

Azure Blooms from Ash

Written: May 18, 2025, for contest sponsored by Karen J. 

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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

Embers Burned to 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

The sand swirls the seconds in a gentle ash whirlwind

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

Memento On The Moon

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

Loud Loud The Church, Ash Might

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

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