Best Hearth Poems

Ho! Ho! Ho! It's sure a tight squeeze.
I was able to go down the chimney with ease
and miss the bed of coals.
Mrs. Santa is right; I have to start the New Year with new goals.

Everyone must have just gone to bed because the cocoa is...

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In flash points crackling moment of the exhausted,
Ecstasy’s burnt embers explode, colliding in
Raptures afterglow of passions flaming heart.
Castaway's silhouettes blaze, against a heated back drop,
Of sensuality sizzling, at a boiling temperature left
 Uncontrolled, the union ignition switch burns red hot.
Restrains shackles are sheared tatters of...

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Heartstrings- For Hearth and Home

Pardon me, did you just heave…
“Aye, that’s right, you can leave”
Good you give me the heave-ho…
“Don’t say, just leave this ship-
You’re ban from the trip”
But wait, I demand to know
Why heart throbs callous fate…
Or naught’ say in this state?
Then, I get’...

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...an interpretation of a dream


From out the swirling surf
he plucked a maiden fair, and in distress,
whose innocence enthralled him so
that he could not express in speech,
articulate her loveliness.

He took her to his breast and blessed her, 
held her close, and quieted her fears;
it was as...

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...an interpretation of a dream


From out the swirling surf
he plucked a maiden fair, and in distress,
whose innocence enthralled him so
that he could not express in speech,
articulate her loveliness.

He took her to his breast and blessed her, 
held her close, and quieted her fears;
it was as...

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Hearth of Winds

From west to east you plumb axisal spin,

And darted on the limbs of the poles.

On longitudes and latitudes, you are dotted in silhouettes.

Just above the horizon of age, you journeyed,

Beckoning the threshold of syllabubic windfalls.

Sated with doldrums of lambent haul,

And the pomp of...

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Hestia,
Tender of the hearth.
Tender of the flame.
Oh, Hestia
Soften my hardened eyes
Warm my frozen heart...

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Last year was the first time
Since I’ve had my own home
That I didn’t put up a big tree.
But you were so small and so active and all
And you hadn’t yet learned to mind me.

For two years they’ve been waiting
For their short chance to shine,
While you...

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Candy coated sugared chocolate treat
Stuffed hearth hung stockings, we dream!
Concern, it's lumps of coal......

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An ice cold firework
Discharges in my heart
Detonating out shards of ice
To pierce the mind
Pricking my fingers 
As the heat
Drains from me and
Like a welcoming fireplace
Warms the souls of the
Dead hearts I've dug up
From the graves of fireflies
That never saw it
Past summer...

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I saw the coffin of my daughter leave,
Ashen faced and pale darkened lips,
Her heart was dead and body cold,
Listless she moved out of my threshold to horizons unseen.
Turn back she would not, nor weep her doe eyes,
My soul gonged, the end of love had begun,
Never...

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Tell me the secrets to your life, bushman
Show me how to befriend the garish land
Guide me through nature’s surviving devotion
Teach me with dry eye that knows no ocean
Lead me to hope in battlefields dead
Limit the sweat drops that stroke my forehead
Grace the cracked crevice of...

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An Ode To The Hearth 



Everything born is birth
Anything dies is dead

Nothing ever really changes
Because nothing is new

Life is given
This same  life is taken.

Emptied dreams
Emptied hopes and aspirations
At the river Styx eternally floats.

Lukewarm; of what is hot 
And of what is cold?

Man's infinitesimal problems
Take...

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Sinew of the Hearth

The rafters in the 
Old homestead creak
Heavy winds ravage, 
Sounding bleak

Two by fours are the 
Bones of the structure
Termites diseased the 
Prowess of its infrastructure

Three generations found 
Safety within her walls
A miracle must happen
 Before the old house falls

Through the cracks the...

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come midnight, the tresses of fields
yawn to spill the soil of
some grains of moonlight 
far more tranquil than the toil
of morning's grating hands,
and in this spark of a moment
altars are held on palms that
grew flowers in basins of
sweet sweat, sweet sweat..

maybe, night is still and...

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