Best Broiling Poems

Who will weep for my noble prince? Who will cry
With belly swollen with sorrow, and tears long
As the Black River? Who will hear the clouds sigh
And turn black over red clay, and being strong
Not feel this agony no rain wash away?
Tell me, you angels, before...

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In the dimming light of her bedroom,
a child sits facing the wall in her bad chair.
She has to go potty, but she doesn’t dare.
So she stares at the wall in the gathering gloom.

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Her mind is swirling with fear as the curtains billow in the wind,
lightning...

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Higgledy-Piggledy,
Young Dr. Frankenstein.
thought he was able to
cook up a man.
baking and broiling and
incomprehensible
things to invent such a
Frankenstein plan....

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I had a Dream with Dragon in it, yes, just this morning, yes, today!
And the Dreams that linger, that I recall, are usually bad, I’m wont to say… 
Haven't seen 'Day of The Trifids' in years. What I was thinking? Where’d I go wrong?
But as...

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Spirit of the night
  Spirit of the night soil man
  Spirit of the night soil man is awake
  Spirit of the night soil man is abroad,
  Here, the emerging mystery, more a sinister from a
 dungeon,
  When twilight sat on...

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Divine fire 
makes spiritual endeavors ablaze
kindled by  love's impact 
against coldness of apathy
turning brewing friendships
to fellowship-blends so sweet.

Revival flame 
exposes spirit to broiling tests
midst trials, verily roasting 
revealing integrity’s credibility
demanding drive-acceleration
with pressures against slothfulness.

Fiery sessions of faith-fortitude
burn unbelief and doubt
as well as selfishness-pride
being heated...

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humanity beached 
pink flesh broiling in the sun...
fish and chips with oil
  
*seasoned with summer...

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Love Is War

Date: Sat, Nov 7 2015 at 6:37 PM

I wonder who will walk with me thru the "Storm"
To keep my hands "Warm"
With a Crown of "Thorns"
Shirt Worn "Torn"
Body "Scorned"
Walking on "Horns
Flames of fire on the ground "Formed"
That's a fire storm "Fire "Born"
Since I met...

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Enchanted by skylarks I surrender my time.
Day's sun unabated riveted me to broiling heat,
I stew in my skin. Every toxic thought
Pollutes my surface as is intended,
But corrodes and cankers their patron's heart.
The statue has a skin change too: skylark rest,
Merely superficial - smiles surfacing for...

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Silence...


...Just wait...


Wait a couple seconds...no, really.

Just WAIT...


In the distance, 
a tremble of the air itself.
A subtle quiver of it's molecular structure.
A charge, causing your hair to come alive.

*CRACK* A singularity so vivid, so dazzling,
it blinds you,
forming indistinct bubbles in your vision.

Then another, farther away, not...

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each gleaming candle with it's yellow glow, surrounds her beauty like an aura. Her 
eyes are like a cats..sparkling with curiousity and wonder as she swirls in her dress 
skirts around her chamber. I feel my breath hitch, i can't believe i am hiding amongst...

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Everybody moved out of the country to get a taste of the shining city
Ripe banana, ripe plums, are perishing in Uncle Sam’s broiling sun
I cannot stand the scorching heat that is swelling up from the asphalt under my feet
Sweat is dripping from my face and...

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TWO OLD GODS

Two old men.
That’s all; not much to look at.
Their frail, broken shadows shrunk against the sunny morning
Brightness slowly searching its way through gnarled branches
Overhead, and crisscrossing the red and black pieces
Upon their welcoming checkerboard.

I placed a solitary peanut into the waiting hands of...

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Summer cooking on the beach,
Slap the sunblock where I can’t reach,
Baking in this broiling sun,
Ever since the day begun.

I’m roasting alive can’t you tell?
Touch my skin and I’ll scream like hell!
This is more than an alarming tan,
Someone said I’m a lobster man.

Sitting here I continue...

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Baking, broiling, blindingly bright, blistering sun,

Super scorching, sweltering, sizzling sand

The kabob that is my body skewered, searing

Deceptively blue skies devoid of any deliverance

No cavalry of clouds coming to convey compassion

Rising balloon-like bubbles of hot air

Causing distant objects to ripple and dance

Shimmering in the atmospheric boil

Falling...

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