Ashes Poems

Rising from my ashes to burn brighter

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In the shadows of a life torn apart,
He turned his back, shattered this heart.
Left us drowning in his reckless storm,
While I gathered pieces, all bruised and worn.

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Chains of the past, they won’t hold me down,
With every tear, I’m reclaiming my crown.
My son glows bright, a tech wizard at play,
While my little girl paints our dreams

Ashes of the Calling

In a haze of cheap liquor and losing bets,
Where dreams drown in nights of cold sweats,
Someone scratches truths on a weary machine,
Words torn from a life raw, jagged, obscene.

Rejection mounts, a tower of scorn,
“Too crude,” they sneer, “too broken, too worn.”
The world turns away, calls the soul depraved,
Yet the words keep flowing, unpolished, unshaved.

Deadend hours

Angel in The Ashes

They called it “order,” they called it “right,”
As shadows grew thicker and swallowed the light.
A whisper became a decree, then a law,
And mercy was branded rebellion, a flaw.

The Angel delivered in Auschwitz’s hell,
Breathing life where the silence fell.
Her trembling hands defied command,
Cradling hope the Reich had banned.

Today I hear echoes—same venom, new tongue,
The chants of

From Ashes, I Arose Anew

Your love flew wingless with the summer wind,
And left me stranded, hopeless, in a pit.
Alone I became too much for my mind,
With my love jailed by your self-written writ.

I was consumed by the flame of your rage,
Yet from the ashes, I arose anew.
I found a heart whose kindness could assuage,
And clean even a faintest thought

Rise From Ashes

a storm in my chest can’t sleep tonight
I loved too deep, I burned too bright
shadows callin’ my name again
every loss leaves a tiny flame

walked through nights that never end
felt the ache my bones couldn’t mend
tears fall quiet, yet they still sting 
haunted by everything morning brings

i’m the dragon bleeding slow
heart fights hard but moves too

Ashes

                                 Sitting in life’s departure lounge
                 

Ashes To Resilience

I was born in the smoke of silence,  
where names were weapons,  
and love came laced with barbed wire.  

They said I was too much,  
too loud, too raw,  
a wildfire in a world of trimmed hedges.  

But I learned to speak in embers,  
to write with the

What if I?

If I turn into ashes....
Would you try to find?
When I fall asleep forever
Or will I leave this world forever
Would you still try to find me?
In what?
Would you try to find me even if my body turns into ashes and disappears into the air.....
Or in the stars cuz i was always told when people die become

Breathing on Ashes Slope

Written: July 19, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Rob Carmack

Quote "The eye goes blind when it only wants to see why" by Rumi

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I stood while Genesis breathed,
a slope of cinders, forged from death.
Youth splashed sludge on my skull
kismet resonated ahead.

I ventured beyond the silk of youth—
It's homaloidal

The World in Ashes

The World in Ashes

A crimson tide floods dawn's first light,
Smoke curls upward, choking sight.
The guns don't sleep, the stars don't shine,
Children search for scraps, not time.

Ash falls where blossoms used to bloom,
Homes are rubble, streets a tomb.
Steel birds shriek, and sirens cry,
Yet none can answer—only die.

Kings draw borders with lines of flame,
But hunger knows no

In Stars Above

A dress, tangerine fading into sunflower.
We stand together,
rooftop of a white concrete building.
Higher than clouds, further than moon—
she looks down, my eyes follow.
Our gazes collide when they
fall onto the mist pooling into swirls.

I couldn't help but stare, on her porcelain cheeks,
something sparkles—tears, but I cannot tell
if they're from joy or devastation.
I want to hold her—

In

Ashes and Echoes

I used to think there were only two choices—
Player or Played.
But what I really wanted
was someone who would stay
when the silence got too loud,
when words ran dry.
Someone to choose me, not just want me.

I looked for them in smiles, in short texts,
in brown eyes that said everything
but never stayed long enough to prove it.

I gave

Ashes Where Heaven Should Be

Is heaven real?
Maybe.
Or maybe it’s just another myth—
like love that stays,
like people who mean what they say,
like pain that disappears
when you’ve earned enough of it.

They say
everything happens for a reason.
But all I see
is the bleeding
you have to call “growth,”
and the silence
you have to pretend is peace.

God, I loved.
With everything I had.
With parts of me I

Ashes

The cafe burnt alive as soon as you
Set your patent leather boot inside
And walked right into this unknown,
Mysterious yet familiar world 
Of witty writers and pious poets
With their poetic pens.
My tantalizing timid eyes 
Met your musically amused eyes,
And I heard a symphony unsung,
Strange, how can you be just a stranger,
When your eyes can speak so

Fire

a   r~a~g~i~n~g  beast that  r~o~a~r~e~d  loud through dry grasslands
e~m~b~l~a~z~o~n~e~d just like sunlight rays in forested  ~s~e~a~s~
   a glowing friend who radiates love's embrace
         a relentless enemy that rides on a wild horse

a beacon of hope that beams brilliant stories

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