Best Enflame Poems
Inhale deeply my breath of love.
Hold it; try not to let it go.
Let it course through you like soul-fire.
Let it enflame you like desire.
Let it enfold you like a glove.
Exhale, and breathe me in again.
Hold me; try not to let me go.
Pull me closer, still closer in;
Until you feel me ‘neath your skin.
Inhale my breath of love again.
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Armageddon approaches as
Bombastic
Charismatic characters'
Daring-do
Enlarges evil's
Fissure
Grown too
Huge horror of
Islamic
Jewish and Christian
Knockout
Linking
Menacing multiple
Nukes
Onto an ancient
Prophecy as
Quieter heads
Reasonably
Seeking solutions are
Turned
Upon by
Vituperate voices
Wailing war who wait
Xpectantly for
Young
Zealots to enflame the world.
soft skin like honey
a gentle caress like wind
...and so it begins
soft lips meet soft lips
kisses enflame the passion
... passion engulfs us
two hearts beat as one
with arms and legs entangled
... flame turns to embers
*(this is not for the contest)
Pleasure enflame through my entire being
This man, entices my lips to breathe,
Every moment we are touching.
His spell, his gaze, “they have enraptured me.”
And all I want is to give him a never ending kiss
For I have never experienced real love like this
Plus whenever he looks into my brown eyes
I always feel like I’m sitting on top of the skies
He's glued to my mind
And I crave him all the time
This man constantly put a smile on my face
And makes my heart beat fast
Like I’m running a race
I’m convinced that he had cast
A strong love spell on me
For I’m not the way I used to be
However; I love the new me now
Though he may have cast a spell on me somehow.
Hidden treasure waiting
Vibrant pink
Juices on my lips, nose, check
Nibble, inhale
Suck, swallow, savor
Enfold, engulf, enflame
A taste
A scent
A smile of sated satisfaction.
Forbidden fruit
So called
Because the danger of one taste
One touch
Grounds but gives us wings
A sense of times long past
In recessed rooms of teenage dreams of
What could be.
Could never be
No never
Not for me.
Love Transcends Space, and Time
By Rick Rucker
I am shocked, at my age, to find,
A woman to Enflame my mind!
One that sets my Heart reeling,
With this uniquely Blessed feeling,
At present, we live apart,
But she will always occupy my Heart,
She has the Power to make me do anything,
Including, even, to dance, or sing,
When we meet, every couple of days,
She instantly sets my Heart ablaze!
When I see her beautiful Face,
My Heart sets off at a terrifying pace,
Drawn by a force we cannot resist,
Neither willing to wait to be kissed!
Our arms, now entwined,
With thoughts of Love, coursing through my mind,
I always want to remain there,
Kissing her, my fingers running through her hair,
She, very quickly, will respond,
With actions that I am very fond,
Our arms, overlapping like shoelaces,
Our lips exploring each other’s faces,
Our breathing soon becomes as one,
Our race to Love has begun,
Adrift, somewhere in Space and Time,
We find a place Sublime,
When, at last, we recover,
I look over at my Lover,
She says I have a smile on my face,
I know I am in My Happy Place,
I cannot question Fate,
To have sent me this perfect Mate,
I forever want to go through Life,
With this woman as my Wife!
I truly am the luckiest of men,
I get to see my Love, tonight, again!
Night's grassy fields furrowed beneath starry bait,
calls us to cast ourselves upon the straw,
above the Pointillist's daubs spark a hungry slate
to entice our soul while we chew our chaw.
Where we render ourselves like straw
we skew limbs and mimic far-off Orion,
enflame our heart while we chew on chaw
and drink ourselves numb on Milky Way ions.
Limbs askew we guard like Orion,
count falling stars and bargain our wishes,
drunk on Milky Way ions,
we battle mosquitoes with snaps and swishes.
Counting falling stars that grant our wishes,
we poll the planets and ignore Man's moons,
battle free of mosquito's little bitty swishes,
we hope for snipe, snipe and settle for morning loon.
Planet's poll finished and ignored void of Moon,
let's us cradle beneath stardust flaring Bourealis,
until our hope for snipe is settled by morning loon,
when we rise on frozen limbs heated by sun's kiss.
Heart cradled within stardust-flaring Bourealis,
mind drifting on Pointillist drape of hungry slate,
no longer wobbling on limbs heated by sun's kiss,
we're content night cultivated our star-mad fate.
Sheri Fresonke Harper
for Paula Swanson's Pantoum Contest due 12/10/2010
Broken tears is where it all begins, the love has lifted for now a mist in the air. Tears fall upon and evaporate into love fog. Yours eyes became cold lacking compassion, unresponsive with those shallow stares.
Stranger in your heart never knew the love we shared shall ever fall apart. Never would have I thought I would be an absence of your heart. To take a journey into your scorned mind, and really see how your feeling inside.
Your eyes tells me a story of all your lost, even all of your lies. Your soul has begun to die.
Yours cry suffer to inflict pain and torture. Tears began to burn and endure to enflame your pillows at night, intense dislike.
No one is there to kiss, and hold tight behold your over night burial site.
Leaveing you in a slumber your heart is slaughtered, savagely murdered.
Yearning to once again become a slave, owned by another.
Laughter is what you miss, going through withdraw from my kiss.
Watching me from doorways is harder to resists.
Remember me? It's the stranger you set a side, but now miss.
Broken bliss pitiful, pathetic promises. Petty pleasures emptiness whispers, words that leaves blisters. Cutting deeper than any scissors.
Tears over flowing deeper than any river. Symbolism repesentation of broken mirrors.
Termination limits of love, I perish from existence.
French kisses of death, hollow sunken indented last breath.
Losing your voice likely to result in defeat, as you couldn't began to speak.
Grief over becomes you difficulty, grasping for a glimpse of me.
Shattered love we mastered, you discover no longer your partner.
Forever thee foreigner you disclaimer...
So therefore you became...
The Stranger.
A bright light engulfs the room
and suddenly disappears
ushering a blazing essence
that abruptly evolves in the atmosphere,
buttons unlatched
zippers break loose
shirts collapses over skirts
flesh dancing in flesh
flesh devouring flesh
and impatient breath
whispering soft words in her ears.
Electrified
mesmerized
enraptured
emotions bathing in emotion
exotic moment intoxicated with fear.
listen carefully and tell me what you hear?
sounds thundering beyond steep mountains
doors hammering speechless voices
debris flying high in the air,
but they lie there firing on without fear.
Lights grow dim
and a mysterious sound chime in.
Pum Pum Pum
It must be the voice of an angel
walking up and down his gigantic chest,
kindling a soft fire that rips aimlessly through their ears.
It captivates their emotion
and enflame their burning passion.
dancing and prancing
skipping and dipping
sliding and gliding
they went to the extreme.
Eyes fixed in a steadfast motion
calculating the mysterious sound
chest pressing against chest
chest pounding upon chest
spilling tears of joy all over her face.
©2013 Christine Phillips
Their one lone cow has broken down the fence;
we see her trundling down the dusty lane.
Milo's mind remembers 'bout the milking.
Dad's face, a fiery-red, storms from the shed
where feisty kittens spat and sparred o'er cream.
Milo's feet meander back to the scene
as words of fire enflame dad's bulging neck.
"You'll wear the shoes that spooked the cow!" he roars.
So Milo moseys off to dad's bidding.
The cream a'squish-squish-squishes from the seams
of shoes like steam escaping old train wrecks.
Milo mumbles, "Guess I'd best be moving
along that dusty road to bring back Cow,"
with no concern for who will mend the fence.
written March 13, 2018
This game we play is love,
Each move a ploy,
To tangle and ensnare,
The mirror in the air.
Who we want,
Is the one we aren’t,
Knowing no shame,
We call the other name,
Flowers and pretty things,
Magic words to enflame,
Hearts to trust,
To beat as one and lust,
To forget how woeful,
It is to be lonely,
Only the deception,
Seen in the eyes at the reception,
Reveal the folly of it all,
For this too will fall,
The obvious traps of math,
When sharing a path.
For two is one,
When having fun,
But an infinite mess
When the stars shine less.
Though merry it seems,
It never redeems,
The pathology of life,
Whose only remedy is death.
Compared to a snake that slithers and slides,
A tongue with a fork, he hisses and hides.
He's patiently waiting, he envies our death.
A mind fueled by sloth, and wrath on his breath.
He traps using snares, with sin as a curse.
He's evil and sly, his charm is rehearsed.
We're tempted by lust, gluttony and greed.
These actions are food, he needs it to feed.
Preventing the peace, his mission is clear.
To cause us all pain, our joy is his fear.
He covets our souls, to pride his command.
To enflame our hate, and rule as he planned.
He's tortured and burning in fires below,
A place for the wicked, a place without snow.
Deciphered as Lucifer, an angel that fell.
Only Gods' chosen people, the righteous prevail.
Prayer through kindness, and loving with care.
Shining swords of the saints, thrusted up in the air.
- Yours Truly
What fire works
Fire works crackle crunch coagulate
send the guiding stars of darkness into space
from Phoenix to ashes ember amber empathy
forgotten exploding in the heart of unremembered kindness
A giant mushroom in the sky look carefully
you’ll only see it once this beautiful display
of melted cracking spirit humanity fusing by fission
all equality in times of death bonfire rockets Me
A perpetrator by collusion capitalized in self-importance
apathy inertia clever words semantic masturbation
pen in hand computer keyboards sending drones of hate
democracy fireworks for all into the ruins of compassion
Colourful a level playing field for splashing red
blood white bone meal yellow bile contaminated
black blue hematoma where brain once was
and the poppy sprouts the wars to end all wars
Some can afford the fireworks some lives matter
more than others in the sparkling pentagon of madness
enflame the lateral collateral transnational cooperation
of demise destruction disregard for guts and gore for asphyxiation
Taking in one last breath of invested greedy inconvenient truth
I stand by and by the way by the trajectories of fire works’ insane
obliteration and contra-pose love as first and last stand before the world
the words implode when gutsy poems won’t suffice and never have
05th June 2016
When I have wronged someone in word or deed
and know that I should make amends, I heed
my OWN advice: Don’t wait. Apologize.
I know, “I’m sorry--BUT . . .” is never wise!
That small word turns apologies to lies,
for then will likely come words that enflame,
implying that the other one's to blame
for my wrongs. Did that person hurt me too?
Perhaps "I'm also sorry" will ensue.
April 25, 2019, entered in Line Gauthier's Apology Poetry Contest
Placed 3rd
Date: May 3, 2019
Contest Title: It Really Gets Me Going
Sponsor: Kevin Shaw
June 29, 2022
entered in the Forgiveness Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
There once was a young man named Lane
who literally was insane
he wrote a billet-doux
using words of voodoo
not knowing it meant to enflame!