Best Slow Burn Poems
Forward momentum shuffles desire
from conceptual states to real;
the leaves on the boughs glow with autumnal fire,
drift down to the carpet of grass.
In times of transition a slow burn proceeds
until spring bears the fruit of rebirth;
the gestate of feelings trickles and bleeds
like rainbows of oil upon glass.
Steps beget steps and before one knows
the travel of vision begins,
traces of footprints on virginal snows
follow the dreams to the lair.
Walk slow beside me, holding my hand,
patiently keeping my faith;
perhaps we will see from the place where we stand
how we made it from here to there.
Sunlight
steadily focused
through the magnifying glass
over an infinitesimal piece of hay
takes some time
to spark a flame.
Falling in love
for the first time
was the same way for me.
Sitting right next to a pretty girl
In high school,
as shy as I was. And I knew
We liked each other.
One fine day, in class,
I swallowed hard,
drew in a deep breath
and then whispered
Into her right ear...
"I like you, "
Much to my surprise ,
she replied...
"I like you, too."
And that was...
the beginning
of our story
Date written: 06/21/2018
In the burlesque hall
she takes center stage;
as the audience
seeds their applause with
wolf-whistles and jeers.
Behind feathered fans
she starts her striptease;
utilizing moves
rumored so nimble,
no man could resist.
Amidst moans and sighs
all eyes follow her
sexy gyrations;
clamoring for more
erotic reveals.
In this fugue-like state,
barely cognizant
of her surroundings;
she stokes libidos
with her slow-burn dance.
And stripping away
all but her tan line;
her inviting smile
places men in an
hypnotic-lust trance.
Deal diligently;
Ego energize enmity,
Fury fortitude fires
Grudge glorious gratitude.
A subliminal mind plague, a motion suspended in time. A perpetual bliss caught by a
whim. No words of I love you, no trading time for comfort. No laughs of good will,
nor blessings. A casual encounter, a brief touch, a lasting kiss, and a squeal of
emotions bending what used to be. Lost in translation illusions of what will never be
again. meaning so much to me, but it phases you not.
Corroded beauty that used to be us, elated by a nice thought, a nice jesture that
once held me so close. Slowly confusion pushes me away, suffocates me so I cannot
breath. There you sit so care free, no consequence, no cause, and certainly no
effect. I wish I could turn the hands of time, test the fates, and go back to where
things were simple and it all didn't hurt so bad!
I contemplate so many thoughts, so many dreams I dare to dream. So much that
darkens my path, and blackens my heart. Next to you it all used to be ok, now there
is so much tension, and so much strain.
So much pain still lingers inside, I feel the black hole when I touch your chest, the
ringing inside your head. I feel the stabs of a thousand daggers beckoning in your
heart, the tension mounting in your neck. The over all pain behind your eye's.
Your aura is weak
A dim light lines your being
A slow burn is on your back.
You fear nothing, or so it surely seems.
Watch what you want to see
Listen to what you want to hear
Some most definitely will disagree
The boundaries are very unclear
Emotions are much at stake
It grows during your sleep
Lives while your awake
Each moment it begins to creep
There is no escape
Not everyone should be free
Changing us to a formless shape
What may be you, could be me
The false takers of love
Broken hearts that may never return
Victims chose to fit like a glove
Lost in the ashes of a slow burn….
I'm working on a slow burn
feeling lost not having any
of the dreams for which I yearned.
Time passes more quickly
then we can ever realize
and senior years may show no obvious prize.
What was it
that as children we dreamed
could be the beauty of our futures unseen?
Years pass and struggles and rewards
are packed in boxes now stored.
I'm working on a slow burn
to recover dreams now forgotten and unknown
but love was and is the most precious burning.
Foolishly in youth we give it away
believing it will return to us one day
but given and taken it often disappears.
If you are lucky enough
to have once loved and lost
hold steady to its birth not measuring the cost.
Give of yourself and fear not your heart
give and take is how it starts.
Slow Burn
Who ARE you?
He approaches
the stage
auspiciously…
She gazes with awe.
Side-stepping
in time.
Flawless are
his moves.
Their eyes meet.
Time stands still--
Unbroken silence.
Earth snaps back in motion…
Her
eternal Slow Burn.
Yalto 5.5.2020
The candle...
burns itself slow.
Wants to...
hold on to its...
each speck, to last long;
for it is...
assigned...
to ward off...
darkness...
till the dawn;
saves itself...
from dying flicker...
caused by air it consumes;
to...
win losing battle.
9.5.2020
Lay your head upon my chest
and feel it rise and fall
listen to my loving words
as moonlight bathes the wall.
Tender kiss my parted lips
and taste my growing need
stay within my warm embrace
as shadows slow recede.
Lay your form upon my breast
and fix upon my gaze
see the love therein that lies
as day the night delays.
Tightly cling to what we know
and love the long night through
so into one we shall merge
you are me and i am you.
Burnt sienna waves, laughing – pleasant days,
Full of light, seas infused with hope,
Soft sounds of roaring peace, still and cool,
Falling like stars who have mastered the art of reflecting,
The joy in twinkling, glistening in the skies,
Wishing these dreams weren’t passing them by,
Dreams passing by…
Toasted brown eyes, pupils black as charred thoughts,
Beckoning to the virgin colors,
Sapphire hues and melancholic wishes, blowing,
Like the leaves in autumn, soundless
As the scent of a promise,
Forever sending its rhythmic trembling,
Soaring, quivering, echoing in the spirit…
Kentucky woman, where did you come from?
Haunting your eyes, vibrant details
Miracles, soft alibis, reasons for prayers that remember,
The graves of yesterday, the whispers, sandbox
Images of a graceful that agrees with forever,
Where she realizes she’s his breathe, his grief –
His night and his day, his never ending grace,
Forever on his face,…
Burnt sienna folding in sprays, beneath the seas,
Heartbreak, loneliness, the ache
Where she once lived, his faith – his will
Wondering, lonely – will she be back again?
Will she come back to him?
Kentucky trickling in from yesterday,
Where she broke his night between moon,
Stars and thrills…
Yesterday, where is she?
Will she never come back to him?
Kentucky woman, bleeding heartbreak,
Through his dream, through his feelings,
Through his endless journey through an ache
That lasts forever… heartbreak,
Where is she? Where is she? … letting go
Can come so slow, like watching a plant grow…
Endless ache, so slow, so slow.
The fire
Rages forward.
On edge,
We sit with these
Hands gripping the core
Of the time.
Watching.
Don't look down.
Waiting.
Hold it down.
Put it out.
The flames eat away
At the sound of the clock.
Stop.
Time restarts again.
Date: May 18, 2020
Title: Slow Burn
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
In the blistering haze
I shuddered while it painted my gaze
I saw blood dripping while I reep
I was submerged in the profound and let it seep
It caressed me with a touch so soft
It melted years worth of frost
Drop by drop it engulfed me to a land where I was completely lost
I bathed in the shadows of lust
A fire so soothing, I felt thousand tingles in my burst
Smoldering
embers ignite;
and things
start to sizzle
as the heat rises
between us
forging
two hearts and
two souls
into one...
Passion's heat
fuels love’s slow burn
and like the famed phoenix
hope
rises from its ash...
(Yalto)
(06/03/2020
sandalwood
scented glimmer
essence
retains sweetness
for decades of hope
perfumed pause
darkness
infused light
fragrance
slow flicker
balm for soul
mind aroma
imbued oil levitates
lifts weary sadness
heals
12th May 2020
Contest: Yalto on theme of Slow Burn
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh