Best Bonfire Poems

As a misty autumn succumbs to winters harsh chilling grasp.
The sky turns bleak and hues of shrouding grey.
The ominous days unfold shorter and colder.

The remnants of vegetation lie pitifully withered and sparse,
as nature rests dead and in the throws of decay.
Early morning frost like sprinkled...

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As a misty autumn succumbs to winters harsh chilling grasp.
The sky turns bleak and hues of shrouding grey.
The ominous days unfold shorter and colder.

The remnants of vegetation lie pitifully withered and sparse,
as nature rests dead and in the throes of decay.
Early morning frost like sprinkled...

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The bonfire warms me at first, but swiftly turns from nurturing and loving 
to raging, and venomously hungry.  She is giving off a vicious, angry vibe in seconds.
From gentle to formidable.  I watch her moods change as swiftly as her colors.
She makes loud,...

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As I stare at the bonfire the flames are reaching for my flesh
As she touched me I feel alot warmer
The more higher she gets the closer it is to touch the night sky
The more I stare at her
The brighter it is for me to see...

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Was this simply a predestination or one fate made true?
It all happened so fast, just as my eyes can blink from green to blue
Paper flowers unfolding; artificial growth of life's prose that show rhymes have nothing worthy or anew
Tampering with the speed of this time...

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There once was a Fawkes name of Guy
Whose dastardly plans went awry
Now in November
We still remember
And take pleasure in watching him fry




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A single key 
turns the lock
of the door 
you’ve been 
pushing against 
for all
the life in you it takes,
the door like Life breaks 
into a million pieces,
and there at your feet 
like irretrievable moments scattered,
you try to avoid the splinters,
but you gather them up instead,
each...

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There  was once a young Madam from Paris 
Who liked to sun herself on the terrace
Her legs covered modestly
But not from hypocrisy, 
From her varices, she wanted to spare us.

For Jan's Limereick 11 Contest.

Saturday February 20th. 2016

~First Place ~
ALL YOURS(JUN 8) Poetry Contest
Brian Strand...

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a bonfire smokes - -
a tiny hedgehog wakes
and scuttles out

Jack Horne for Russell’s Autumn Splendour contest, 26th August...

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When we were young on bonfire night,
Watching fireworks light the sky 
And marvelled at that coloured light,
When we were young on bonfire night.
Enthralled by that explosive sight
As sky rockets burst on high,
When we were young on bonfire night, 
Watching fireworks light the sky.

Barry Stebbings
22/06/2016...

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The bonfire has been lit
Around it we all sit
Out comes the tall tales
Of heroic deeds and fails
And those who attempted it

In this circle we all can fit
And everyone talks a bit
Till the sky starts to turn pale
The bonfire

The stories that make a hit
Are those with...

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The wiggling whiff of smoke stings my eyes, 

         so I try to stoke back to life the buried embers.
         Now tiny tongues of flame sway, twist and wriggle...

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A GUNPOWDER PLOT

The 5th of November is a day to remember,
Children get excited from September, 
The sound of fireworks reverberate,
And bonfires with effigies of a life like
Guy Fawkes commemorate
What might have been a very bad turn, 
If Parliament was then to burn!
The origin of this...

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Bountiful goodness of squash, pumpkins and gourds decorate hay bales
Elaborate labyrinth of vines dried by August suns lean against twilight fences
Autumn colors of browns reds and oranges and a flash of yellow light the way
Uniquely different each time yet recognizable from one fall to the...

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Born in the breath of woodsmoke and fire,
I learned early to love the art of falling.
Leaves tumble like poorly kept secrets,
trees strip down without shame -
modesty’s for summer, after all.

October hums with rebellion:
bonfires blaze, sunsets bleed,
and the wind, cheeky as ever,
slips its cold fingers into...

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