Best Extinguishing Poems

An ember sparked will softly glow,
and fed by fuel, will grow and grow.
I once was cinder, sparked by you,
first timid. . . till the flames then grew.

And so our start was touch of dawn,
with amber hue, for I was drawn
to eyes so welcoming and warm
I...

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~writer's notes~

i think out loud
from my fingers to a keyboard 
so forgive me if my speak
is somewhat long winded
if it has swirls and curls
this is me
hopefully you want to hear
my voice in its totality

~the prologue~

just a child
he clenches his teeth
grinding 
creating a screeching sound
much like...

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~Perfect Rain~

I can see!
All the tribulations around
A rage against the burning wind
Nobody hears the crackling sounds in my voice
Everybody avoids feeling the smoke hidden within
A rain so deep it burns all the enamel off my skin
A rain that cut my soul in half
Two-piece that will...

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POTD 30th August 2018 

The gently swaying branches of the old oak should elicit calmness
And yet a sense of foreboding permeates the midnight air
Wild imaginings?  Or did shadows flit across the leaf strewn path?
No time to dwell ~ She must make haste
Long afore the...

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I am the wind

You cannot see me but you can feel me

Breezing gently through your hair

Brushing slightly across your cheek

Whispering softly 'neath your ear

I am the wind whirling,howling,roaring

blowing fiercely against the desert sand

which sifts silently in the hourglass of your soul

I will not fail you,nor...

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My skin petrified, mummifying my hand
upon pools of brittle ice
like curdled blood piercing veins: I watch
the moon bathing its flesh,
 
in crystal yellow, waxing a sheen...
my pores dilate as cubes slowly melt
when this fired orb heals from above

till its velvet breath climbs into my head,...

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I emerged / born with a silver pen in hand
…and a tempest raging within.
Words writhe, a serpent's coil
…tightening their grip
A soul adrift in a sea of 
…self-made iniquity.

I buried my daddy 
…in the black shoe
…by the Yew tree
Yes, I, the beekeeper’s daughter
…bearing the weight of...

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A quiet fury gathered on Horizon’s distant side.
Its merciless intensity was destined to collide
with unsuspecting entities entombed beneath the ground
all huddled ‘neath a canopy, immune to earthly sound.

The timbered crown held steady 'till it met the tempest thrust.
Though some were felled by Heaven’s flogging, others...

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The day is done. Travel dispersed, no more roaming.
Between dusk and sunset, it’s the gloaming.

I settle to watch, inspired by that instant moment,
When day gives over to night a regal bestowment.

Lights begin to shimmer, as we near twilight.
Across the horizon created a radiant glow so...

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Antares' red glow bears firmly down
upon plush, chartreuse carpet
lying prone against the obsidian expanse,
blanketing sections of a remote 
blue sphere, purling,

spinning helplessly 
through distant time and space;
slave to routine and rotation,
never daring to break free; 
to reach out.

Scorpius sprawls low 
across the Autumn void;
a celestial...

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My favorite cousin named Marge
is almost as big as a barge.
So one would assume, 
not knowing the groom,
the guy would most likely be large.

But he was a small man named Tim
“As thin as a broom” describes him.
While Marge would guffaw,
Tim would watch her with awe
and...

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When I look on my life that's now half-spent,
     I sigh the loss of youth that's forever past,
wishing myself better Fortune's consent,
     love, friends, and wealth with naught to lose or waste, 
but for the mean expense...

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“Capturing my imagination of a candle in glorious blaze,
My breath extinguishing it to get ready for the dark night haze.”  The Poet 

Sunset’s glowing color of crimson and gold is in sight,
I settle to watch, inspired by an instant moment, so true.
As lights begin...

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The longing for beloved, like a moth longing for flame,
extinguishing it's own fire, admiring it's own pain,
with the bejeweled beauty of stars and moonlight     
I find you engulfed in the scent of my unforgiving plight. 

The damage your absence did has never been aided,
the scars...

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Rising from the fire like a phoenix;
hot cinders morph into crimson darts.
And shadows mark the fringes of light,
extinguishing all unwary sparks.

Scarlet splashes in the molten flames
as cerise and chartreuse ride the waves.
And all eyes follow their rhythmic flow;
for their hypnotic beauty enslaves.

Bursts of laughter and...

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