Best Flare Up Poems
Spills of flowers everywhere - elation !
I love to water each petal with joy
Bells and Daisies * Tulips and Carnations
I am a gardener named Helen of Troy
Garland dreams loopy Dahlia ali oops
"love me like I am" says each bud to me
Blooming kisses and rosettes, Tipsy Red
they are my yellows just like bumblebees
Cascades of waterfall blossoms, dot . net
impearled in my heart - adorneth and loved.
Each floralette is like a classical fret
diminished by none, a flare up en-gloved
Whimsical gardens *** florescent tandems
I'm an anthem of glory... a willful mayhem!
Categories:
flare up, appreciation, flower, garden,
Form:
Sonnet
What's happened recently I have to tell. (Hiccup)
Wish I could muddle through without a screw-up.
It starts out at a comic show. (Hiccup)
The stand-up doing jokes was such a crack-up
my laughter turned to choking then, (Hiccup)
and from my nose there squirted diet 7-up.
Embarrassed by all this, I got up and (Hic!)
excused myself to the lady's room and quick.
I tried to drink some water and to (Hic!)
apply another coat of Rose glow lipstick.
When I returned, I heard stuff that was (Hiccup)
not for kids and hardly for the ears of any grown-up.
I guess I got back just in time for (Hic!)
that crazy guy's most hilarious shtick.
Laughing violently, I felt (Hiccup)
I once again was gonna have a flare-up.
But why I just kept choking I don't (Hic!)
know, but this time I was feeling rather sick.
That's when I first started doing (Hic!)
this. Wish I'd gone instead to see some flick.
This all happened thirty days a (Hic!)
go. I think I've now tried almost every trick-
from breathing into bags to even (hiccup)
drinking from the wrong side of a teacup.
I'm tired of my husband trying to (hiccup)
scare me into stopping, so I'll sum up.
A guy like me was on Jay Leno's (Hic!)
Show. Hey! I could be the famous hiccup chick!
And yet, of all the things I could be known (Hic!)
for, this has to be the last one I would pick!
Written 3/18/14 for The Tickle My Funny Bone contest
Categories:
flare up, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
For Thee…Oo my Love
I hand over all of love and life of mine
In the name of life
whose sharp claws have a grip on the heart of death
In the name of love
whose flapping wings cool down the flare-up of hate
I surrender
Because
Thou are all in all to my love and life.
Categories:
flare up, inspirational, lovelove,
Form:
Free verse
My current days are trails paved abhorrent
for I wail money twisted and time blistered
within knot plots I cannot get untwistered.
I live as a searcher of dollar measure flexers
and as an oh what should I do now perplexer.
Even toilet paper is a difficult gainer
when basic nutrition is not an obtainer.
Being a face washer, teeth flosser, hair brusher
and body cleaner upper are now strainers.
All intentions proper flare up money impaired
when one’s pennies add up to not even any.
How to be a life liver as a faith believer
when your scenes scream just be a quitter,
a truly properly decent sanity splitter?
When losing my job hard spun me money shun,
my question grinder also lost its answer finder.
Tonight, I’ll be a bread crumb eater and soup sipper
but tomorrow I may be a slipper wearing mess
roamer, a senseless out loud streaming press
and a restaurant trash can nonchalant searcher
who forgot her thoughts once held nothing worser.
... CayCay
August 22, 2019
Categories:
flare up, angst, conflict, confusion, crazy,
Form:
Lyric
Have you ever felt the sun's glow bask over your skin
And felt so soothed
So totally content
And exalted
That you only want to stretch out
Whether on the green grassy lands
Or on the cold sands
And drink of this glow
Drink as much as you can
As the thirsty do, after a long walk
In an empty desert?
Have you ever walked around town
And felt so enlightened
For surrounding you are places of worship
Meant not for one religion solely
But, being so diverse, yet, at the same time
So peaceful and so tolerant of each other
So much that walking through the streets
And merely glancing at it all
Your faith in the higher powers
Would simply flare up!
Have you ever wanted to sit, in total solitude
And admire the ocean
Whether it remains as calm as the blue skies
Or whether it rages as if it were pandemonium
Whichever, it matters not
For in the end, you only want to let such a sight
Drown in your gaze
And feel wings grow on your heart
To set you soaring up in emotional
Intakes of heavy breaths
Filled with the ecstasy of being!
Why, have you ever wanted to feel warm in winter
To complain of the heat all year round
And to enjoy the sight of a tropical paradise
One filled with a green flora
And a diverse fauna
And a multicolored nation
One bent on protecting its legacy
Yet, at the same time
One prone to progress to tomorrow!
Pray, if you do dream of such
Then, come
Come to the exotic tiny piece of land
That is Mauritius!
Categories:
flare up, beach, beauty, sun, sunset,
Form:
Free verse
My chest falls from the swell as my breath growls and rushes to exhale
Blueblood runs through my veins while with a sudden flash I can bestow the pain
Martyr I am not but with a rumbling and roar I can strike with a shot
Clouds will part with the darkest of black for when I am silent I will attack
My ruby red lips with a spark at the tip will flare up and jolt like a whip
So reverberate and respect me or feel the pulsate of my flame
for upon your body I will spurt blisters and show the world your shame.
Contest Sponsor by: Silent One
Quote: 'When I am silent I have thunder hidden inside'.
Placed 3rd
Categories:
flare up, anger, emotions, fear, pain,
Form:
Free verse
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PREFACE :
an old swing that once seated life now lays abandoned, encompassed within the
confinement of wild,unkept backyard the old man is left with. for a person, who has
been through every flavour of life, using this swing is a respite- a getaway from his
aloofness. And, more than that
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There's a swing in the backyard, that lies unkept, hidden
that breathes through its cracks, yet remains dust laden
it glides through the wild growths, the over-grown weeds,
fireflies..in a cluster follow it along..as the wooden swing leads
it touches the farthest twig of the tree..that extends to the starry sky
leaping over the patches of green..witnessing the silence cry
at night, the swing comes to life, when it occupies a lonesome soul.
miles and high, it takes him along...and then, the memories unfold!
the crimson memories flare up, come to life.
and he's now amidst his childhood, its little games..and little lies
but soon the mortal cloud of his memories break, and it begins to rain
his watering-nostalgic eyes get so over-drenched ..that it seems hard to bear the
pain
another push, and the swing glides yet again.
and now he(the person) is pushed back to the time..when he was slender, young
and sane.
those perfect strong shoulders, and a grit that cuts through steel
soak him up in pride, as so empowered he feels.
and then, again..the swing ceases to glide..
his memories begin to fade away..like on the sand, a relentless ocean tide.
he catches his breath, as he prepares for one last ride
he thrusts his feet onto the grassy patch, and there he goes again...he watches the
swing taking him, rise.
but this time, he laments the losses he has had, the times that could've been better
the midnight moon penetrates through leaves, and on his swing it seems to scatter
comes to a halt, eventually..his swing. his memories have made him hollow
yet, another night...he'll kill his sleep, riding on the swing..shall rather watch the
fireflies follow.
Categories:
flare up, depression, loss, nostalgia, sadold,
Form:
A field full of lovely black-eyed susans
A patch of ground I must view from afar,
For my allergies flare at the intrusions
My sinuses start burning like fire.
My eyes erupt in uncontrollable tears,
The nasal passages completely plug up,
I feel like my head is about to explode
I’ll have a miserable allergic flare-up.
Ragweed causes a similar reaction
Whenever I am near it, sight unseen,
So, I have learned to avoid these plants
Allergy sufferers will know what I mean!
Written June 17, 2022
Categories:
flare up, environment, flower, places, sick,
Form:
Light Verse
Recognizing the Obvious.
Through our ash is the endeavor,
of the images on time's shelf,
can distinct the mind be never,
to recognize its weight, its self.
From this ash is laid our coming,
at scatter the origin sought,
from a speck is formed a summing,
to recognize, what we forgot.
You're the ones I still remember,
from all the fires I have addressed,
can flare up this dying ember,
to recognize its burning chest.
Such are the wars, we have started,
never is more than pride in wrath;
men are men when aren't dark hearted,
but with love recognize their path.
To the wise is all the knowing,
for heinous tricks they can discern;
wisdom comes, but not from showing,
when recognize your falls you learn.
While I greet this false impression,
of the skin, that chokes my breath;
is to stress, a deaf transgression,
is to recognize my life --a death.
R.N.Khan, © 2012
Categories:
flare up, confusion, depression, fear, grief,
Form:
Rhyme
The demons scream inside my head
Trying to wake the dead,
But the dead cannot hear
For they have eyes, but no ears.
Their voices vibrate in the air
Blending to become a nightmare,
A nightmare of dark desires
That flare up, like a fire.
Scream,scream,scream,scream,scream,
I wish this was all just a bad dream,
The echoes pound in my head
And I'm afraid they might wake the dead.
Categories:
flare up, fear, imagination,
Form:
My Worst Enemy
Date: Tue, Nov 3 2015 at 8:21 AM
I look in the Mirror an see that I'm not so "Pretty%
I'm Ugly sometimes I "Envy" me
At times I don't want to be "Friends" with me
At times I "Pity" me
No "Empathy" for myself "Defending" me
I drink "Whisky" while my soul "Empty"
While my head spinning like a "Frisbee"
Can't keep feeding off the negative "Energy"
Cause it has a "Chemistry"
Feeding off the "Memories" an "Miseries"
Pictures still painting in my "Imagery"
I'm my worst "Enemy"
Got a "Tendency" to thinking "Frequently"
While it aura's around my "Frequency"
It's odd life ain't fair an it will never be "Evenly"
What makes you better than me an we were made by God "Equally"
I shatter "Mirrors"
From the face "laughter" "Appearing"
Blood "Splattered" on my Knuckles while my skin "Tearing"
Eyes "tearless" while I'm "leering" at the mirror "Serious"
I keep punching until the other face not "Staring"
Swinging at ghosts that keep "Reappearing" an "Disappearing"
Furious an "Curious"
Eyes drenched with tears holding on to "Endearment"
Inside the heat "Blistering"
Letting the tears storm in a cup "Searing"
Then once they flare up I drink them for "Cheering"
Inside the motivation "Ear splitting"
Voices ringing in my ears not to "Give in"
You got to fight yourself an life everyday to Win "Against"
Categories:
flare up, imagery, poetry, riddle,
Form:
Free verse
Keep going
Moves as lively as a sloth
Brain fog of a scatty moth
Stretch as long as crooked cat
Feel trodden on like front door mat
Race as fast as slowest snail
Pain chews through shortest nail
Wrists as heavy as densest lead
Migraine sears through full up head
Fragile legs and shaky arms
Crawl upstairs on knees and palms
But on I plough, smile keep going
Pain inside never showing
Victoria Payne March 2015
(Mid flare up #EDS)
https://m.facebook.com/groups/Poemsbyvictoriapayne/
Categories:
flare up, body, how i feel,
Form:
Rhyme
As I lay outside gazing at the stars
My emotions flare up and there tearing me apart
Trying to avoid laying in the dark
My daily life is moving really fast
Sometimes I have to stop and really ask
What is my earthly task
I try really hard to take a righteous path
I'm always trying to not live in the past
I feel like I'm living behind a scary mask
Is life really all that it's cut out to be
Or am I blind I hope that I can see
This is something that I really really need
The stars are full of beauty and lots of hope
Or I'm I sliding down a fast slippery slope
Sometimes I think this is all a joke
The world is massive and full of magic
You have to stop and think that it really is fantastic
Why does everything thing got to be so dramatic
Floating in the middle of a giant black hole
I just want to know what's going on in this reality show
I'm always trying to just go with the flow
All of the secrets the pain and the lies
Things are messed up, that's something we can't deny
All I want to do is to try and feel alive
I'm always trying to not over analyze
I find it's hard to turn my brain off
Am I fragile or really really soft
I feel dirty and completely unwashed
I just want to thank God for all of his gifts
And just a little bit of help so we can fix all of this
There's got to be a final plot to this earthly twist
Sometimes I feel like like he don't exist
The pain and the suffering that is all going on
I have a feeling that something is really really wrong
Sorry I had to write this depressing song
Categories:
flare up, anxiety, appreciation, beauty, blessing,
Form:
I broke a cup
from your slender shelf
It showed three cracks
and a grey patch
A cruelty
A smile from the teeth
A looking askance
at the ethicist
The eyebrows a little raised
A bird or two shut the wings
Two plus two four
this math received a jolt
The river though kept up its
murmuring flow
Bubbles and froth
in the cascade from my bones
clogged a few arteries in my system
The hands thought several times
to pick up the vacuum cleaner
and some fragrance
jasmine that you chose
Procrastination with a strong grip
held me in two thoughts
The sari and the suit still
in rhythmic steps
No heavy downpour
calling for a readjusted walk
The cracks would often
lift grey clouds in my sleep
A little girl with her fists clenched
A flare-up of anger
At the last dinner party
Everybody left
You were waiting for the car
I came close
and broke the lid on the pent-up charges
You smiled a little
your breath made the air heavy
The car arrived
Happy feet went inside
Categories:
flare up, feelings,
Form:
Free verse
You invite me?
Cool calm infectious desire
Examine your SIRE
Claim your treasure
Gaze into my soul and tell me what you see
A sensuous poison? Have a closer view
You are defenseless for a while.
Your wings clipped sure so right TONIGHT
Teasingly seductive slight smile allure
You try and fight and curse for what it's
Worth, a pleasurable AGONY without MERCY.
My charm is unmistakable unbearable
Recognize the unrecognizable as I taste
Your SENSES.
GIVE ME
SUBMIT!!
Slow grind the grit
The GRACE and close and swift
The CHASE
There you are
An abundance of pleasure amorous
Does lure us.
We're careless
Fortified GOOD bearings.
Yearnings jewelry of the soul
Laces and flashy earrings
Clever pearls of swirls.
Dare ME with worlds of your appeal.
Spare me I don't scare easily.
Another flare up?
I cherish this fix as I hear that
Second throaty click
I AM INTO THIS!!
NOW you know...
Who's BOSS.
Categories:
flare up, body, image, kiss, love,
Form:
Free verse