Best Open Fire Poems

Sometimes I laugh
Sometimes I cry
Sometimes I dream
Of Days gone by

Life was hard, each day we learned
We never wanted what we hadn’t earned
A handshake at the...

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EPITAPH - A LETHAL WIND

Here lies George, the sad deceased

Victim of flatulence released

The result: he would expire

Stood before an open fire


Geoffrey Brewer
15 Sept 2018...

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I awoke to the familiar sound of dishes rattling in Mother’s kitchen and to the thick scent of coffee wafting through the air. I glanced...

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I took a walk down Columbia Street
Back to the place where we used to meet
Where we played as kids until after dark
And hung out together...

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Sweetness

Suddenly the sweetness around the moon!
Set an open fire with magic into my heart.
A campfire burning deep within.
Found a way to kick start my heart...

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Another sweltering day

soaking up  all the summer sun has to offer

The trade winds blow but offer no relief

slowly I sip on a frozen peach...

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 Aub
Aubrey Gordon Joseph Mc'Govern 
by Don Johnson... 
he was born in 1895 to a land so different then, 
one of three boys born at...

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Christmas eaves’ drop - red and green leaves of pre-December.
The snow-white clouds, the beard of Santa Claus’ pre-remember.
The elves are surely hammering
whilst Mrs. Claus is...

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Wautoma

The stillness of a gentle breeze.
The rustling of the fallen leaves.
Sun shines through the naked trees.
Flowers being pollinated by the bees.
Ashes waft up from the...

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it comes at work week’s end
when the mind feels carefree
	and frivolous
comes that desire
	to be reckless with words

a want to mix abstract metaphors
some smelling like pine
	burning...

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long dark night 

you never say

return to me

this orange bedroom

its open fire

crackling through acetylcholine

tongues like fingers

bodies arched

two spoons

smeared in oils

red and umber

the drifting leaves

the streets...

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My body aches for your loving embrace
Your tender lips are sweet to taste
When I look into your beautiful  face
Your eyes like two opals shining...

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i'm a country boy,
as country as can be;
i'm barefoot when i go to church,
don't give a hoot 'bout society!

i sleep naked in the back yard,
go...

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The Fox:

1.  the blare of the horn
     snooty hooves of  fire red coats...
     panting for...

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Autumn calls and Summers almost gone
now the lawn is adorned with acorns.
The smell of hay upon the field's breeze
brings reflection time, with such ease.

Pumpkins being...

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