Best Fan The Flames Poems

Keeping my head in the fire.
Plotting my next move.
Temperature gets hotter.
Can't find my groove.

Fan the flames.
Inhale the smoke.
Slowly suffer.
Life's just a joke.
Demons on the rise.
They're...

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If words could envelop fire,

I’d whisper softly into a quiet

note and let the pyre in my

lonely coffer spill out it’s smokey dispatch.

Letting pathos glow inside...

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  Oh, to be in Trinidad
where the hot scented currents flow;
  from East Dry River to Nariva
chaconia and silk cotton tree grow.
 ...

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The Life we now live seems but a deceitful drain
Rules abound that keep us all in chains
When will our saviour show us 
We are in...

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I like faint fire I feel
fueling me with fervor
for far off places without you

I like sweet scent of spring I smell
when you fan the flames
ignited...

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As I looked in your eyes, 
I saw a tiny flicker 
As a small piece of your love for me 
Died deep within you 

A...

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A tight fist of emotion sprouts flames in my chest
and I fan the flames with a chilled smile
chiseled like the block of ice 
stored in...

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Running her hand over her smooth, long leg
She sips red wine and tosses back her hair
The smokey air in the Main Street bar
Seems to lift...

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All, is all I want of you,
Satisfy my neurosis -My aesthetic desires; Deep in the mines of your mind. Allow me to collect my jewels:...

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A Sad Christmas

There was a time when passion ruled their life
But time and ailments stepped in to betray.
She never felt she'd be that aging wife
But...

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Let the rising,
Angry cord,
Rip through you,
Feel the ecstasy of the metal,
Let the pure loathing roll through you,
Try to look fierce,
And promptly trip over your own...

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To be a muse is such a thrilling thing
To activate a mind and beauty bring
To turn to verdant plains a landscape bleak
Awaken dormant words and...

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Most poets tell the truth of life 
Though they may wrap it in beauty.
It's their passion, not their purpose;
To compose is but their duty.

Poets as...

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The secret subject of my desires,
Is found in an ancient BT van.
We're nothing more than barefaced liars,
Illegal liquors from a legal man.

Two silver stalkers of...

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Something oh so little    


Something oh so little and so tiny in its stance
A slowly burning ember in the night
To fan the...

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shooting blanks

smoking blunts

eyes, face & hands

when will we understand

you can't keep sticking it to the man

fan the flames of sin

where do I even begin again

hopping,...

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And then we fan the flames to such a height, they glow bright, acridity burning our eyes.

But so easily we forget the reasons as to...

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Opportunity twist and twirl in a dance,
Blank shadows mimicking each movement,
Giving the moment an elusive chance
To embrace the renaissance for fulfillment.

Time turning the sentiments of...

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Pontificating pin heads
laboriously tongue lashing
mandatory attendees
pundits, preachers
oligarchs of oratory
empowered by mad scientists
in twisted mind laboratory.
If everybody gets a bite
of a sandwich never ending
the masses will...

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50 Words for Poe: Vide Cor Meum



Look into my heart
see it’s sinew ripped
in the hole daisies grow
and death renews
forget-me-nots
unfurling crushed blue
from their
black soiled
deep dead 
purple...

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With eyes turned up to the sky
In hopes to find that piece of pie
How many years of blood sweat and tears
Have you not yet made...

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From the mountains of Olympus to the river Volga through the hanging valley of Salzburg from north, south, east and west we are the princes...

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achemist's of old , turning lead into gold
false proposition , an idea that they sold
promises of wealth , many led to believe
riches unimaginable , abundant...

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En Garde, unsheath your sword
Your mighty pen and eloquent words
Cut down the shackles of ignorance
And fan the flames of defiance
Sharpen your blade as you write
Bring...

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Sticks and stones, they break your bones, and words they disembowel. Poetry is a dagger, linguistics a humble cowl. Lab rat hearted heathens pray the...

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