Best Combusting Poems
You set me on fire
Sizzling, blazing, devouring fire
Hot licking flames
Infernally hot
Temperatures skyrocketing
Scorching flares
Shooting out of your body
Searing into mine
One more moment
And I’ll cease to exist
The heat excruciating
Flames spread across my body
A wildfire from within
Combusting again and again and again….
With nothing left to consume
The fire starts to die out
Slowly, imperceptibly
I feel some coolness
A little here and a little there
As the fire recedes
Leaving smoldering embers
In its wake
I take a deep breath
Amazed that I’m still alive
In the warmth of your nearness
I open my eyes
And look up at your face
Only to see
An eternal flame
Still burning in your eyes!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Categories:
combusting, desire, fire,
Form:
Free verse
Make love to me, baby
Cradle me
Soothe me
Pacify me
I have but you to chase them away
These demons I try to hold at bay
Tomorrow is not guaranteed
Nothing is real anyway
It's all a dream
Nothing will stay
It will all one day melt away
Why wait?
Let the melting begin
In this heat between you and me
…make me melt
In this fire
Make love to me
Nothing else but you in candle light
Nothing by your face above mine
Nothing but your hands all over me
Nothing but your scent clinging to me
Nothing but you
Now….HERE
Make love to me
Make love to me
Oh, make it last and last
Eternity past forgotten
Eternity future
May never come
Eternity present is here
In this moment
Don’t rush
To your body...crush
Hush
Every other noise
But the panting of my heart
whispered moans
Your name bursting
From trembling lips
Don’t let anything else
Take your mind away from me
The world doesn’t exist
the universe?
It's only lies
It’s here
My universe in your eyes
Blazing comets of desire
Combusting into me
All that was ever meant to be
Will be
Just..
Make love to me
Close your ears
To these sounds of war
In this shelter
Be safe
Close your ears
To the deafening blasts
They won't last
We will
Forget the ground shaking
The world being torn apart
Tear off my clothes
Shake me
Let me quake
In the blast of your passion
Fill your ears with the sounds of me
Thundering ecstasy
Deafening heartbeats
My voice telling you….breathlessly
You are who you’re meant to be
A lover not a fighter
A lover of me
Make love to me
We may not live another week
Baby…not another day
Nothing is guaranteed
Just this hour
This moment of melding into one
Coming undone
Flesh on flesh reality
I close my eyes
And let myself go free
Who cares what becomes of me
Right now, right here
Paradise is sinking into me…
As you make love
As you make that sweet love
To ME...
Eileen Manassian
Categories:
combusting, life, sensual, war, universe,
Form:
Free verse
So bashful to the wind the day sets at bay
recollecting the past of the stilled clay,
mounded mind distract the dew
observing the mountains in the view,
combusting in it's self the rain flaws
cold winter winds build it's claws,
to tangle the day amoung the clear
just to await what could be coming near,
golden spokes of torned day
breaks the path of wilted frey.
Categories:
combusting, nature, day,
Form:
Weightlessness
My soul floats "along with the thunder,"
Saturated with impending rain,
Scattered back throughout the earth,
Lost among ancient ruins and countless seas.
I awaken, feeling hollowness within my quivering heart.
Frantically getting dressed,
The front door blows open—
Listening to its siren's call.
Piece by fragile piece, I must absorb it back into my mortal coil.
Hike through deadly nightshade-tangled forests,
Sleep amongst somber bones in graveyards of contrition,
Push through arid, combusting deserts,
Swim through the waters of paranoia—
Riptides of mentholated melancholy.
Watch as the embers of dawn settle into the ashes of dusk.
Build a golden pyre upon the jaded shale,
Lay my weary bones on the cleansing flames,
Until I rise anew from the ashes,
Never again to be confined within corroded psychosocial cages.
Categories:
combusting, deep, gothic, grave, imagery,
Form:
Free verse
Caught by the seduction of Crimson and Ivory
The mind goes blank by the sight of ebony garment
Majestic eyes and a simper brings grace, like a gem
A scarlet corpus is a captivating view
I can picture her aesthetic blowing through the air, as a complimenting light highlights her skin
Such a riveting maiden of Caprice sunny lust
This is Avina Netu's spell
What a lovely woman, with a lovely view
Plenty of beauty to go around
Ecstatic screams feeds combusting fantasies
In a vivid trance imagery of anatomy
Enjoying her glamorous liberation through the screen
She is on my mind, becoming twisted and blank
I'm jealous of every man who received a piece of bliss
She looks like she taste so sweet, a dancing main attraction
This is Avina Netu's spell
She struts her stuff, now my love is turned on
Scenarios run through my perverted mind
Sipping on red wine, voices whisper I want all your time
In a room of lavish feeling the body of my sexualized dream, enjoying the feast of euphoria
On this night all kinks shall be realized
I'm in spite when I return to reality
This is Avina Netu's spell
She makes me lose my mind, she makes me want more, I never knew a woman can be so addicting
This is Avina Netu's spell
Let me hear your voice, let me see your body once more
I don't know you but it comforts me
Categories:
combusting, lust, romantic, sexy,
Form:
ABC
The Darkness at Noon
A rapidly dying universe in astronomic confusion
Star-studded galaxies swirling in chaotic motion
Suns spontaneously self-combusting
Planets erratically dancing
Moons randomly colliding
Black holes voraciously absorbing light
There will be darkness at noon.
Nature in passionate rebellion
Angry and wreaking unprecedented havoc
Unexplained and unpredictable phenomena
El Niño, global climate changes, earthquakes
Catastrophic tsunamis and bleeding volcanoes
Comets crazily streaking across the sky
Run-away meteors bumped off their predetermined paths
Harbingers of universal devastation
The darkness is sure to come at noon.
Paradise regained and paradise lost
Winged angels and horned demons clash in ferocious, eternal battle
In an ever-expanding, contracting, and pulsating universe
Silvery bolts of primeval lightning
Ominous sonic booms of thunder
As rabid gods furiously join in the wild feeding frenzy
Fleeting glimpses of sweet heaven and a red, fiery hell
Then absolute, perfect nothingness
Make no mistake – at noon there shall be total darkness.
05-15-2014
Contest: Darkness at Noon
Sponsor:Dr. Ram Mehta
Placed: 9th
Categories:
combusting, change, dark, earth, space,
Form:
Free verse
I try to still my heart
for fear it will thunder
past the gates of mortal life
and burst into paradise…
I slow my ragged breath
as I tremble in time
my body in tune
to this rhythmic rhyme
immersed in the sublime
Eyelids flutter….
struggling to open, to see…
Yet I shut them tight
knowing I might faint at the sight
of the wanton delight
in your eyes!
No….
there's no reprieve….
Seared on the inner screen
is that look
that shattered my secure serenity
into a million shards of desire
and set them on fire
the blaze now reaches higher
licking at my very soul
Combusting again and again
Unchecked….
Untamed…..
out of control…..
Ahhhh….
I…still my heart
I try to....b~r~e~a~t~h~e
I writhe, and I seethe
not wanting ever to be freed
from this need
the truth is born in my moan
as I lose every thought
except….for....this….one
…what is soon to come...
when the universe's fully undone
...will only come to be...
because of the kind of man
that you are to me
Jade Celest
Categories:
combusting, passion, truth, universe,
Form:
Rhyme
Airship
How far I’ve flown I neither know nor care.
Much as this open deck my plans are bare.
Of star or compass I have nary need,
But follow as these downy cloud tops lead.
The chilly breezes toying through my hair
Cascade across my skin and jacket flare
While on the bottoms of my booted feet
The engine taps an unrelenting beat.
I acquiesce to gentle bob and sway
Beneath balloon and rigging bloated shape.
Awaiting now the nearly risen sun
I scan the vast expanse and see no one.
And yet, I hear a rumbling of some sort
Then luminescing clouds off to my port
Combusting deep with ever brighter tones
Now booming louder, louder, nearer, NO!
Bombastic airship, cannons bursting now,
Ejected straight at me from out its shroud.
A maniac, that pilot, heaving hard
Just missing our collision by one yard
His tortured face, the horror in those eyes,
For near destroying me, so I surmised,
Until I saw his passing stern ablaze.
Then mammoth winged beast in brutal chase
Erupting, fierce and howling, scales agleam.
The hot concussion of its down-spent wing
That final moment as it thrust away
Forced ship and I and all the world to sway.
Then came the screams, the pounding and a moan
As crew and cargo floundered down below
Caught in the violent swinging disarray.
The flaming ship and dragon sped away
To disappear in yet another cloud.
Our vessel’s motion finally calmed down.
Those lightly injured put the ship aright.
And unspilled rum was quickly spent that night.
Now star and compass were of urgent need.
This damaged vessel and the injuries
Required that we find a ready port
Equipped to lend us aid of every sort.
I searched in haste upending fore and aft
For sextant, compass, and the proper map,
Then finally we found the guiding star
And made for help that wasn’t very far.
By dawn I bid the floating docks goodbye
With only half a crew and resupply
But, now where'er I travel through the sky
I keep the navigation tools nearby.
Categories:
combusting, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
His portrait on the knave-
defining royalty, a smile aglow
Ravenous heart,
stone cold.
Bestowing a brush to the paper lips
Leadeth my knees to collapse, a kneel
Feet chained to his heart, eyes in eclipse
A combusting irritation to the feel
Rouge chaps his glass cheek-
Crows whirring in his eyes extend
A smile grim, tapestry lips,
kissed a red thousand.
Thy lips hath burnt mine-
defriends my patience,
beheads my mind.
Categories:
combusting, angst, love, passionsmile,
Form:
Free verse
ELEGY WRITTEN ON THE DEATH
OF A PARAMOUR
How many faces shroud
A paramour ?
One, two, more!
He was vibrant
Man hood with veins and vines
Gushing passion
Historicity
Genetic thread bestowed
Chewing wild passions
Bit by bit
Anaconda devouring tender deer
Deliciously.
Adolescent love
Infatuations
Treacherous;
And on by virtue of wedlock
Sheer arrogance,
Sharpeníd tongue and horns.
Denial of dreams, reasons justified
Each oneís lot.
Man of wild dreams
Libranís aggressive lust
For love, shattered
Red ants sting-
Day by day
84
Rail Roads
Night by night
He became as thin as a lightning,
Tearing sky apart, frozen feelings
Solidified.
Exotic was the fragrance
Stealthed on wings of wind
Hurling, in a dead manís dream.
He moved to the nucleus, entranced
Of enchanting field of invocation
Furtive sleep walker
Knapsack of burning flesh.
A chamber full of dew and mist
Sorcery of the fairy
Entwining tentacles
Combusting love and flesh
Penurious.
Fury of lust and love
Splashing lava of volcano
Dizziness, once fallen
Door for deliverance doomed.
Lascivious serpent dance
Sucking in, inhaling, exhuming
Chewing marrow with life sap.
Guilt and dirt on body and soul
Sunk deep and deep
In the marshy land
Fallen, fallen deep,
Heaviness, molten lead on mind
Tender soul forewarned
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Samson J. Koladi
Good angel, bad angel
Ludicrous demarcations
Relative and receptive
Rationalising
Swore his plight
Furrowed, lay on his back,
Losing all he kept close.
Like dawn downed
Came dusk, night
Accompanied by night angels
Came the Saviour
In the trance hour
Flickering tongue
Crawling with ease
Fang, needle teeth,
Curious at the hollow man
Merciful enough to exonerate
Mantle of skin pierced, spitting venom
Sacrificial Homa over
Crept back to darkness.
In the hour of Death
Paramour smiled, he weptÖ..
Whirlpools of dreams, love and sweat.
Next day,
In broad day light,
86
Rail Roads
All saw the paramour
Lying on the causeway,
Like a serpentís hood
Disrobed
Bluish body numb
As cold as Death,
Blue Lotus.
Paramour met predicament
With neither fear nor sulleness.
Silent river of Time flowing
Poor soul rests in turbulence
Hailstorm and fire.
Categories:
combusting, death, body, love,
Form:
Elegy
Put your toe inside my mouth, I wanna feel you
squirm, there're lessons to be taught tonight, I feel
you're gonna learn,
to let yourself be serviced in the many ways that
come, I love bare feet but time to switch, go 'head,
put on them pumps.
They're pointy toed and shiny with at least a 6 inch
heel, your muscle calves are flexing like Mad Cobra
on the real,
I think it's time for sex when shoes point up toward
the ceil, that Jimmy Choo Manolo Blahnik action
seals the deal.
You may think I'm a freak and you can tell from how I
speak, those pumps can rub my cheek for ocho dias
ev'ry week,
that leaves an extra day to flip off work for extra play,
you work them sexy thangs as if you twirk for extra
pay.
I failed to mention that you're nude with shoes and
that's the move, you got me thinkin baseball like I
wanna smack a few,
from out the park, the rout starts with your Peggy
Bundy walk, the stuff to have a buck of bud
combusting after dark.
See I can be your bodyguard, we'll play like long lost
pals, that 80s song goes best with Bundy, you can
call me Al,
I'd jack these sons like Janet if I say let's wait awhile,
them pumps worn with a short tight skirt? Now that's
the way to style.
Those shoes embrace your feet like Twista's
rhymes embrace a beat, I hear folks talk that bull but
are afraid to face the heat,
my catalouge competes without a Facebook post or
Tweet, your feet in them stilettos baby, muy dulce;
sweet.
Your weight is meaning nathan, lookin fine from
head to toe, these Lisa Lisa maricóns prefer thin
chicks to blow,
all on the magic johnson which to me aint meanin
jack, I'm talkin zapatos de *****, crotchless cream
and black,
dress nightie set, exciting yes, it all starts with the
shoes, the wrapping of your package leaves
exquisite parts to view,
a patient man I am my darlin, come and dance with
me, I'll end this as we move to music, you dressed
scantilly.
Categories:
combusting, passionme, work, me, time,
Form:
Rhyme
Pathetic, the word I just can't seem to outrun
it beats me to alley-way exits, creating dead to ends, enclosed places
Defeated, it might as well be the twin
The effects, they refuse to cease yet love to seize me
I've made so many plans, so many plans to alter the aspect
tread on broken glass to allow Karma to change sides
but at the last minute, I exchanged those plans
for different names to sustain an imaginary legacy
'Divided into pieces of the sun'
so the poet's dream is comprised of Ra, the Sun God
or am I chemically flawed in my mind...likely
The voices in my mind command to enjoy the beauty in reality
their response is an open mouth for I have laughed in their faces
What beauty does the death of children portray
What beauty lies in seeing grown adults fight over a molded piece of bread
Imagination, now a similar corrupted world
when the poet merges two worlds and dives recklessly straight into the sun
Disoriented by emotions, morals; how can I breathe
I am lost, dial 911ost; I've lost my mind and the locks
simple math, I cannot when math is not involved
When will the citizens of Earth open their ears and hold their tongues
Get off my back, let me relax; I'm derailing from this track
The fluorescent, white light blinding me
the only thing I'm able to see
myself combusting into several thousand degrees
The supernova of beginning dreams
now dubbed the supernova of emptiness
shining as bright as a dying star
Categories:
combusting, anger, depression,
Form:
Free verse
old songs, tired poems,
languid in clotted veins,
human condition,
artistic renditions,
nose-to-tail in ruts carved deep,
of older stories,
of blood,
of heartache,
of tragic mistakes,
the greed of the caesar,
pales beside tomorrow's smirk of the mogul,
hoary stories made new with designer end paper,
and we formless ones,
spilling ink into ether,
ankle deep in the slurry,
of others,
serving wars and empire,
gimlet eyed
at those self anointed who crouch in shadows,
hawking snake oil
disguised as benevolence,
does the poet beatify ideas with the pen,
or oxidize action,
with words spent cheaply like carnival tokens,
or perhaps banked into kindling,
sparking blazes of verse,
keystroked tremors of action,
combusting we quench,
steel and ideal,
so blaze on pilgrim wordsmith,
there's mettle in words
and iron on a thousand lips…
Categories:
combusting, future, hope, writing,
Form:
Free verse
Watching the Perseids
Each year August eleven to thirteen
We fly through a cloud of comet dust
In those few days
Watching skyward patient in the dark
Shooting stars can be sporadically seen
Without warning and at random
Smaller or larger streaks of light
Blaze fast across the sky and then are gone
I love watching the Persieds
Lying alone in a dark grassy field
If clouds permit to gaze up at the stars
Recognising old friends
The Bear, Polaris, Cassiopeia
Trying to stay vigilant
For those unearthly wonderful flashes
As earth hoovers comet dust at fantastic speed
Some of the brightest ones burn red and gold
Even swerving in their smoking paths
Others straight pure and silver
No two ever the same
They say the same of snowflakes and it is actually true
For a fraction of a second
The sky rips brightly then falls dark again
Only memory gives time to think
On that brief light and form that lived and died
Was it even real or just imagined
I must wait to see another…
I guess our lives are like those shooting stars
From the cold eye of deep time
Our birth and death seem instantaneous
Only a high speed camera would resolve
Changes in hue and path and luminance
That from perspective of a grain of dust
Feel like a lifetime
I saw one shooting star that did not move
Just quickly grew in brightness then was gone
Predicted by geometry sometimes
Meteorites come straight towards you
Not moving left or right across the sky
It might have even hit me
If not combusting in our shield of air
How many human hearts have I burned up
Which flew as arrows straight toward my own?
Pristine unpierced and cold I lie alone
Staring in darkness at the sky
Insects from the nighttime grass
Make forays on my skin
Before they too are brushed away
But I can’t leave - till I see just one more
Bright signature of fire across the sphere
In this unbroken darkness,
Even the familiar stars
And planets looking back at me
Leave me always alone and incomplete
14 Aug 2022
Categories:
combusting, creation, destiny, extended metaphor,
Form:
Free verse
Deepest Heights
Weaving mountains together spinning intricate threads
moving slowly through the mosaic fabric of innocent time
the mantra enlightens self fulfilling intimate prophesies
~ Sacred texts waning waxing swelling ~
Delirious pleasure calligraphed onto skins curvaceously inked
loving crescent words ancient utterances living the dream
the lovers drink from a well of readings writings prosaic embrace
~ Blushing crescendos teasing pleasing positioning ~
Samsara imbibing union transcending for another moment
anticipating postponing awaiting in the future here and now
the flute shivers to recipient tunes of castanet flow and tempo
~ Fiery symphonies trusting thrusting combusting ~
Messages
Massages
Melodies
Scripture
Sensuality
Serenades
All is one and one is everything as we breeze together breathe beget
bewildered beginnings kindle unfinished endings start the circle once again
‘Ka(r)ma Sutra
‘Tant(r)amount
To Being
Categories:
combusting, life, love,
Form:
Free verse