Best Pyre Poems

Sweet lover
I charge you 
to palm
our pyre-

Let it burn...

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Grief now is the fire
My soul the bitter kindling
Strike the pyre,I burn!...

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Scorching plumes billow upward
Devouring light
Reaches across the heavens
To invite the night
Celestial pyre
Reduced to smoldering coals
Daylight's bold retire

Tanya Harrington
©  9-26-2012
Wonder of Dusk Contest...

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funeral pyre

from the virgin flat plains
soared a modern funeral pyre 
that stood so high
it could be seen miles away
with the naked eye

whose dense black smoke 
released into the pure blue sky that day
the last drawn breath of many
waddling padded foot babies

like the silver blade from...

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Everyone cheered as the fire was lit
And innocent laughter surrounded the Guy’s pyre;
As crackling flames engulfed the stuffed figure sitting on top of it,
A hedgehog hibernating below, in the heaped dead leaves and briar,
Did not survive the children’s bonfire.

Guy – an effigy of Guy Fawkes...

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Fire swiftly releases and
A soul flies free on its course;
The journey to afterlife,
Needs no vehicles....

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Your words are kind, effervescently sweet.
Extending your embrace,
For the comfort others seek.
When I gaze into your eyes,
I experience a sea of fire.
That no one could deny,
Is the quintessence of your passion’s pyre....

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No, No, No please stop this
I screamed aloud
Fire started igniting my whole body 
I cried loud
Please somebody help me out

Why nobody could hear
Why everyone act like I no longer exist there
I started feeling fear
Everyone is shaking my body and crying aloud
Now, I realize I lost
My...

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Break free from the love madness
You claim your heart feels
In the sea of sadness
From which common sense heals

If you give him the chance
He needs to weed you out
Of the love stance
Which beyond a shadow of doubt

If from your tilted and stilted circumstance
You wish to snap
To...

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(Snaps fingers) Let's talk sonic alchemy, a cauldron bubblin' deep/
  Rare groove rising, a phoenix from jazz vinyl's pyre/
 Acid Jazz is born, setting the soul on fire/ in London's smoky clubs, back when the eighties roared/
 A rare groove movement pulsed, a sound...

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Living in the creek’s dark caverns, he was content with his homestead.
His dwelling place had been foretold 
by fairytales on nights so cold.
A promise of the things to come were all that kept the fires fed.

Living in the creek side village, things were over simplified
her...

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Inside a bar in my town
I drown brown sorrows, swilling beer after beer
Feeling tall in my gaunt gown as I play the clown
Wishing I could wipe away her memory into a low gear 

Which in my Corolla I engage
Thoughts tumbling, feelings grumbling
As mind and conscience...

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  How strident are their screams, 'Ceasefire!'  
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The Handwriting of the Marionette
David J Walker

The confessional was 
Paper-thin cursive in ink
A life of sin laid out in as few lines
As were memorable in a
Second person narrative 

The ventriloquist's voice opened 
The service with a far-off prayer
In another language of tongues
Which only the faithful...

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Come, You
by Rainer Maria Rilke
translation by Michael R. Burch

Come, you—the last one I acknowledge; return—
incurable pain searing this physical mesh.
As I burned in the spirit once, so now I burn
with you; meanwhile, you consume my flesh.

This wood that long resisted your embrace
now nourishes you; I...

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