Best Ash Poems

There he sat among the ashes, thinking he was, oh, so good,
Just a tiny glowing ember that was once a piece of wood,
And he thought that he was better than the embers there that day,
But, alas, he didn't know that soon his pride would turn...

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For good, the Druid woods claimed this girl child for its own;
nymphs named the silk-skinned, raven-black of her, Fianna.
This night, she’s hurt hunting demons in her mother’s grove.
She recalls, her fright at five, abandoned in these woods alone.

Nymphs named the silk skinned, raven-black of her,...

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A plastic smile
He waves hello
To all his friends
He'll never know

Beneath his skin
There lives the sin
Protected by
The hurt within

A silent wish
A crazy thought
How does one kill
A mind distraught?

An answer looms
As dead as leaves
It covers life
In gasoline

A matchstick lit
An open sore
A fire burns
Consumes the core

The pain is...

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Burnt Into Ash My Sad Soul Looks Far Back

In youth, my spirit was a climbing vine
dressed in green leaves upon white oak tree
Seeking light, I was walking a true line
in shade of path that was truly free

Storms weathered sheltering branches
bringing sun's hot beams upon my...

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I Winter In Fallen Ash Of Burnt Dreams

I winter in fallen ash of burnt dreams
an armadillo, shell removed eyes blinded.
As time crawls on, midnight moon proudly beams
by its hollow glow, heart is reminded
this world operates with dark and wicked teams.

Sinking naked form into blacken earth
sad...

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Dust & Ash

Meteors falling from the sky
like stars sparkling in the night.

The volcano’s dust forms
below Iceland’s clouds.

Life stops.
Pilots stand.

Air traffic is discontent,
as the volatile atmosphere erupts.

Through the blocking of the sun, 
volcanic ash plumes.

The earth will be cool
for a year or two.

A washout will come.
Iceland’s...

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I will not have a carved tombstone;
the wind will carry me.
I've stayed in one place long enough;
one place, one form, one old tome.

I will not lie beneath the soil,
and compost for you see;
I've stayed in one place one enough
on the wayward wind I'll be.

Astral ash,...

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Born Of Ash, Under Fires That Fed False Olympic Gods

Born of ash, under fires that fed false Olympic gods
First, scrounging this earth, as dark-clad beasts
Blinded, heaven gazing, begging to be lightning rods
Creating hallow golden halls, to throw huge orgy feasts.

And Fate ordered, moaning echoes to...

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All was hushed this eerie dawn
For ash had claimed the day
Disguising shape and muffling noise
Enshrouding all in grey--
Long the haze had swathed the cliffs
In veils of silver white
Till overnight like fleeting soot
It vanished with the light.


Any Poem You Wrote This Year (2016)
Contest by SKAT A...

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Ash Wednesday

Ash Wednesday, the day to confess and repent
As we enter the solemn season of Lent
The ashes remind us that "Dust thou art"
And one day from this world we will depart.

Worldwide, the faithful honor this tradition
With devotional hearts and sincere contrition
But, sadly, some people are...

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I am both a brown and an ash horse

As ash I limp a little and tilt too
In the blue field

As brown I keep words in your jar
Till they are butterfly to disappear
In the multicolored air
I wanted them for my hair
Time did not care

I want to...

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******This old post deserves another posting, I tried to convey the tragedy of war and is hauntingly reflecting of current world affairs; ...'Where once stood great Love' is my favourite line; the word 'once' is given emphasis towards the insanity of intentional destruction, and a...

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Ash Groves

“Down yonder green valley where streamlets meander 
When twilight is fading I pensively rove,
Or at the bright noontide in solitude wander 
Amid the dark shades of the lonely Ash Grove.
‘Tis there where the blackbird is cheerfully singing,
Each warbler enchants with his note from the...

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There is a black fire that reigns upon this land
It burns beyond the red and yellow flames
Dead and done to skies of cinder and ash
To choke voices in the dread of darkest hours
We struggle to empower our meaning
While the giving light of hope
Rides on the...

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The anacrusis, please, andante maestoso,
six bars, before the chorus comes… Hell, what is wrong
with you, the mighty mage of music, virtuoso,
the treble clefsmith? Why the plain and silly song
a pretty flower girl sings outside the window
on her way home from night dating made you put
aside...

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