Best Burnt Out Poems

You built me up made, made me trust you.
But now you’re the nightmare that plays even in the direct ray of light.
You make me fight not to call you because you are like a fire who made me burn so bright
Your glowing Tyz – yeh nothing to do with me but the little fire I...

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Like burnt-out logs on ice-cold firedogs nudge, 
emotions crumble at tentative touch.
 

In Iambic Pentameter: Stressed syllables are in bold....

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current girlfriend problems
the dead one is far better 
than the live one
if it were'nt for lying lips
i think i could do better
but one of those lies 
just happen to be
i love you...

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Who snuffed out my writing spark?
It used to burn so bright,
Now notebooks, lay forgotten
All, tucked out of sight.

Where did the emotion go?
My urgent need to vent,
Now, when I crawl in bed at night 
My mind is simply spent....

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The Hearts burnt out
with dying falls and cold, bone chilling winters.
(Love is gone for the fall and winter)
Just me, I stay alone
who walks the slushed streets and I sleep in the dirt grimmed gutters.
The hearts burnt out, but still a hint of love lingers
in the cold evenings of the winter falls.

The cold December nights are...

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Shining like a burnout sun 
The sun gets dimmer every time I wake up.
I wish I could turn the brightness  off all together 
If I was selfish I wouldn’t care 
I’d take my pills until the day was gone. 
Truthfully Somedays I’d rather be alone than here all together 
Pretty crappy thing to say...

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The monologue of burnt out subjects 
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The monologue of wind 
has stopped its hum a while 
admiring nothingness 
of this vale; there are stumps 
of trees where verdant 
has once been scalded by 
a famished forest flame. 
She sees the red flickers 
of light at the mute nights  
and choke them with pillows. 
The...

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Tryst with nano was like burning in hell.
Headless body of truth,
turning into invisible particles
flaunts an absent God.

The mist envelops a rag picker –
sleeping on the payment.
Hunger fresh grown will be served,
when sun rises.

Indelible ink an yellow pages
bearing the burden of unborn grief
inherits this globe, the ashes
of burnt out words.



SATISH VERMA...

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Happiness seems far from reach
It used to be something kept near
Lonliness has cast its darkened shadow upon me
The warmth of love no longer has a place
What has happened to make this flee from me?
Is it karma...or curse? Maybe something worse...
My heart ices over a little more each day
Why has my love's furnace grown dim?
It no...

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No one saw him come or go,
he just appeared
jerking around - a mute puppet on fire.
His strings must have been thin
too thin to hold a flame
or maybe like his eyes, they were fire resistant.

Some said he had been a great person,
a man who had tried too little,
but obviously was always above the heads
of the casual...

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Algebra makes me feel stupid.
Equations and inequalities,
algebra makes me feel stupid.
I could have an A in the grade book, but that doesn't mean that I understand. 
lost in class, barely turned that in on time.
Algebra makes me feel stupid.
So I drift into my own world.
But at least in my world, I'm not alone. 
Algebra makes...

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There once was a gifted child,
Through all their lifetime they smiled,
But a bump in the night,
Came as a fright,
And now they are all but wild....

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Snapped like a stick, all has sprung away,
The bottled up visions just start to sway.

Each person enters through the exit door,
But they don't know what is in store.

The unsettling feeling as ghosts glide by,
Blood stains the wall where the bodies lie.

Scrunched up fists, fight versus flee,
Gloves stretched on with a smile of glee.

Clothes stained with...

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You never saw past the glory days of 17. 
Because you got sad and thought it a better idea
to hang yourself from the ceiling fan
instead of replacing its burnt-out bulbs. 


Bright idea.

Dimming the light of all the candles
whose hearts and souls were trying
to add light to your dark and dismal life.

You were selfish to drop...

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