Best Snuff Out Poems
I will not bow
I will not break
To think I might
Is a mistake
I know the truth
it sets me free
No matter what
you think of me!
Eileen Manassian
Matthew 12:20- One of my favorite Bible verses.
A bruised reed he will not break, and a smoldering wick he will not snuff out, till he has brought justice through to victory.
Categories:
snuff out, truth,
Form:
Rhyme
i love the taste of the moon...
tangerine, compared to the metal taste
of the blistering noontime temperature.
and to inhale the embroidery of evening,
to me, is to be filled with soothing solace.
as one can see ...sneaking outside,
in the din of hours, to speak with her,
my moon--- round or sliced and concave---
has been a passage and ritual of mine
since I was a girl child.
and to chase this orb and know if she is
waxing or waning with my thirsty eyes,
i cling to her symphonies and silence
it is so, till I snuff out from this earthscape
if you see a butterfly maiden,
strolling the lines of a porch or street
in slit hours sometime before twilight...
it is simply me, once more, inhaling my moon
tasting this delicacy... this luna of beauty i need
as my daily passion and balm; lest i die
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A Favourite Poem Contest... Charlotte Puddifoot
Categories:
snuff out, dedication, space,
Form:
Light Verse
As the sun shimmies down blue skies and sets,
clouds streaked with pink, mauve, and grey pave its way.
And the night gets wrapped in a black silk shawl,
whose threads slowly snuff out the light of day.
As Mars and Venus arrive on the scene,
Luna rises to reveal a pocked face.
And twilight dims, setting the stage for dusk,
fixed within the fabric of time and space.
Clouds of bats swarm out of secluded caves
to feast on moths, snatched right out of the air.
And while ebony shadows shift and merge,
yellow eyes in the gloom seemingly stare.
And the haunting hoots of an owl are heard,
as the line between day and night gets blurred.
Categories:
snuff out, 10th grade, beautiful, image,
Form:
Sonnet
Those who die unjustly
because of bigotry
because of prejudice
because of unadulterated hate
are never silent
their blood cries out
like the blood of innocent Abel
the anguished cries
"I can't Breathe"
"I'm going to die"
rise
rise
up past the blue skies
to the ear of the almighty Judge
who hears
who weeps
who waits
the Day of Judgement
when all the innocent slain
will live again
and all
who have murdered
who have watched
who have been silent
will answer
the cries of the risen ones
for they WILL speak and say...
"What had we done
that you saw fit
to snuff out our lives
to suffocate out of hate
to pin to the ground
to grind our faces into the dirt
the pain, the hurt
you didn't hear
out of fear
you brought us low
and now, we know
our Defender is near
Judgement Day is here
Why? oh why
did color matter
and not character?
why did ethnicity label
instead of enable
beautiful diversity.
Answer, answer now
No...Wait...be silent as the grave
Listen as we inhale...exhale
Now...Now we can breathe free!"
Eileen Manassian
In honor of George Floyd
Categories:
snuff out, discrimination, judgement,
Form:
Free verse
He goes by the name of Lacrimosa
He is the plain picture of a man
Those who don’t know him see him as a monster
But you and I know better that he is a broken friend
His smile drips of sorrow
His walk is that of a footless ghost
And should you accept his outstretched hand
And succumb to the adoring nature of his gaze
He will lead you away to a dreary place
That he calls home
And the monster will sing sweet nothings to you
And hold you safely in his arms
And though the smile on his orchid face may weep for you
Do not be ungrateful, as it is for you
You can shudder and shake and claw to get away
But you need him as much as he needs you
This puppet man who hangs from a single string
Neck crooked and marbled and hanging to the side
Will frighten and disturb those who can’t see his face
But he will protect you from the ones who claim to love you dear
He’ll hold you close and wherever you go
He’ll be there by your side, his cold hand grasping your own
He’ll be everything you need so you’ll never be alone
He’ll share with you his tears and guilt and blame
And for these gifts he asks nothing in return
But your companionship and smile for only a small time
He knows you cannot stay forever by his side
So when you’re ready to say goodbye
He’ll let you go
And he’ll insist that you keep his gifts
But in time you may throw them away
And turn your back on the weeping thing
Who gave all he had in your time of need
And let his crying fade away
But don’t look back or you’ll see him there
Extending his hand, begging to hold you in his arms once more
And should you choose to return to him
He will always welcome you
And make a place for you by his side
And one day you may decide
To snuff out the man on a string
To throw the gifts he gave back in his blotched, orchid face
And run far far away
So that never again will you see his smile so grayed
Or feel the icy sting of his clammy embrace
Never again will you sigh in the arms of a love once held dearer
Now burdened whenever they look in the mirror
With the image of what they at one time feared
Of a sad smile painted on the picture of a man
Neck crooked and marbled and hung by a string
Dangling a smile loose to the side
Tears scarring his cheeks
His arms open wide
A monster posing as a broken friend
Who goes by the name of Lacrimosa
Categories:
snuff out, dark, depression, grief, metaphor,
Form:
...Thus saith the Lord GOD; Behold, I am
against thee, Pharaoh king of Egypt, the
great dragon that lieth in the midst of his
rivers, which hath said, My river is mine
own, and I have made it for myself
Ezek. 29:3
The first plague the Lord GOD
had Moses to do,
was to smite the river of Egypt
with the rod ...
turn the water into blood
This was justice being served,
but God was more merciful than Pharaoh was
The king of Egypt gave a wicked decree:
he said, kill every Hebrew male baby
Go toss them into the Nile,
feed them to the crocodiles
A generation of innocent blood
spilled in the water
So God commanded Moses
to turn that water to blood
Pharaoh had delighted in seeing
the dragons in the river open their mouths,
and feed on the holy seed
The Devil tried to kill Jesus Christ
through retroactive abortion
Tried to snuff out every Hebrew male infant’s life,
make the river of Egypt rise
with the blood cries of countless babies
Pharaoh loved to open the crocodiles’ eyes,
whet their serpent appetite ...
make their mouths open wide
He wanted to kill the Deliverer, the Prince of Life
So God said: Turn that river to blood,
let the Egyptians drink deep of their sins
But God was more merciful than them:
He let them live, gave them a space of time to repent
400 years was the set time,
until Moses was drawn from the bloody waters of the Nile
Moses was a resurrection miracle child
River of Egypt ... river of blood
Death overflowing in the delta like a flood
In the end, God told Moses
to bury Pharaoh and his army in the Red Sea,
for being so bloody
Looks like justice was served properly
Categories:
snuff out, death, judgement, religious, truth,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
The days are cool,
The nights are cold.
My laughter fools,
My smile holds
No need, no want, no spark.
The minutes strain,
The hours bruise.
My memories wane,
My thoughts refuse
To bleed and haunt and mark.
Wake my heart
From its cold slumber.
Count its beats
To bursting number.
Flood my chest
With ghost sensation.
Wipe the dust
From past elation.
Ignite my flame.
The days are warm,
The nights are hot.
My feelings storm,
My stomach knots.
No grief, no ache, no blow.
The minutes bless,
The hours heal.
My hopes caress,
My instincts feel
No thief, no snake, no foe.
Cast my heart
In jaded shadows.
Send my trust
To ruthless gallows.
Starve my need
With cruel silence.
Strike my hope
With quiet violence.
Snuff out my flame again.
Categories:
snuff out, lost love,
Form:
Rhyme
Worry wonders and doubts
It speculates on the hopes and habits
It ponders all the thoughts and misgivings
It deliberates on the joy and kindness
It even questions the peace and serenity
Worry seeks a heart to attack
A calm to disturb with turbulence
A happiness to disappoint with sorrow
A light to snuff out with a dark thought
Worry drains souls of their pleasure
Pierces the dreams with murky shadows
Destroys the embrace of sweet grace
And sends discouragement into the spirit
Worry is a tool of the devil
Who came to seek whom he might destroy
With his lies and his doom and his despair
Worry is his device, his utensil
The instrument he uses to bring us down
So that we can’t find the faith to reach out
Toward the One who knows all about our worries
And brings us encouragement and reassurance
The inspiration and enthusiasm to refocus
On the promises He gives with His mercy and compassion
The love that arises out of the darkest moments
Love that assures us He will restore and rebuild
Despite whatever the worries might foresee
Worry is blind to the fact that
His love can diminish every doubt
Relieve every pain, erase every cloud
With the rising of His Son, His light
The One who will always work things out
Matthew 6:26 (KJV) Behold the fowls of the air: for they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feedeth them. Are ye not much better than they?
Categories:
snuff out, angst, anxiety, inspirational, jesus,
Form:
Free verse
Clouds bursting on clouds from the uncured rain,
Where stemmed wicks snuff out flower smoke,
Fissures that droop so much deeper—
The air full of seed will burn out the storm.
Where stemmed wicks snuff out flower smoke,
A girl ringed in twists of ivy.
The air full of seed will burn out the storm;
She is set like the sun on the many tones of the sky.
A girl ringed in twists of ivy,
Fissures that droop so much deeper—
She is set like the sun on the many tones of the sky,
Clouds bursting on clouds from the uncured rain.
Categories:
snuff out, angst, deep, humanity, introspection,
Form:
Pantoum
When will I ever be good enough?
That one
stupid question
that plagues my dreams
day
after day
after day
and all I want in this world
is for someone to say
that I’ll be okay.
Even though I know
the whole world is falling apart
and I might never see the sun
rise again.
I want everything to stop.
To slow down
but just for a moment.
I need to breathe
and to not feel
and to release
all of this pent up anxiety.
But I’m sad all the time
and just want to be left alone
because depression is more
than just a word.
It is pain and broken dreams
scattered along the bottom
of a mountain with
ALMOST
carved into the side
of the overhanging cliff
like a leftover nightmare.
Too scared to keep going
and not strong enough
to give up.
Stuck in the middle
hoping someone pulls the trigger
instead of letting you
do it yourself.
When will I finally have had enough?
But if you can’t give up on yourself
it can only be a matter
of mere moments
before someone else decides
that they don’t want you around.
And so
you let their nasty words
snuff out the last shred of hope
that you had left in your
tiny soul.
And you’re not sorry
that you kept trying
but despite everything you told yourself,
you decided to give up
because you knew
they were all right.
Because there is not enough good
to go around in this world.
It is a mess of terrible people
who only have the courage
to say mean things
because they themselves are insecure
about this
that
and the other thing.
And we all know that life
only gets worse.
So what’s the point anymore?
Why not just give up?
Let the people who said that
I was stupid
and pathetic
and annoying
and broken
win.
Because even though I kept telling myself
they were wrong,
they were right.
And I’ll ever be good enough
to win this fight.
Categories:
snuff out, anxiety, depression,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
So beautiful and dangerous
The Cecilia lion of the firestorm
Setting sexualized minds ablaze
A lioness with a gentle touch
What would you do to engage with this minx
Would you kneel, pleasure her on your knees
Playing a free spirit's tune
Inhaling the scent of jasmine and sex
Laying down in her domain, her humble abode
Burning deep within, melting in ecstasy
A living flame, hot to the touch
An incarnate of luring pulchritude
Serving to ignite this burning inclination
Cecilia Lion has been glazed in torridness
She wears her erotic tendencies gracefully, sexually, and beautifully
More stunning the more I hanker for her
Her assets full and bright
Canting to hear her soughing
Lioness bears her claws
She becomes undone
Not wanting to be silent
To make love under the gold of a crimson hue, that would be wondrous
Mained and copulated by this carnivora
Beastia of the venereal tropic plains
Aggressive, to snuff out my libidinous
Succumbing to the Cecilia Lion's design
Categories:
snuff out, lust, sexy,
Form:
Free verse
flaky memories
selective priority
tie up his spirit
while drifting further away
snuff out his love with distance
©144830052014
Categories:
snuff out, confusion,
Form:
Tanka
A tribute to our Dearest friend Demetrios Trifiatis who is an encouragement on this site, bringing the flame of inspiration to all through his philosophical, uplifting poems and his beautiful floral tributes.
Thank you so much Demetrios.
Oh warm glow of LOVE
They try to snuff out your wick
You ignite BRIGHTER
Music video clip, published Dec 14, 2012
"Let the Flame Burn Brighter" by Jack Hayford
Categories:
snuff out, appreciation, dedication, inspiration, tribute,
Form:
Senryu
The sun has become the source of such anguish
I wish it would obscure itself behind the clouds
I long to see that lively flame extinguished.
It is always there. I feel it burn through my pride.
Reveals the ugly features I am trying to hide.
The sun has become the source of such anguish.
The mocking star that rises in morning
Overstaying its welcome long into the evening.
I long to see that blinding flame extinguished.
The fervent day borne in moistened malaise
Swelling over my sweating skin. Lately,
The sun has become the source of such anguish.
I dream of blackening the sky that holds it afloat
Snuff out that light with no hesitation.
I long to see that joyful flame extinguished.
I sit alone with paranoia, beyond its stare,
The shades drawn—hiding my face from the glare
Of the sun that has become the source of such anguish.
I long to see that flame extinguished.
Categories:
snuff out, anxiety, dark, depression, fire,
Form:
Villanelle
Did you shine bright,
star bright,
in your brief sky of time?
Did you have a stellar afterglow
once you departed
and vanish like melted snow?
Did your life leave an indelible mark,
a blazing comet trail
in the all enveloping dark?
What composition did your death bring,
was it the same song
that a supernova sing?
Now that your light is fading away,
what magnitude was it yesterday?
Now that your light is dimming down,
will any residue of your life be found?
As your fading light
recedes into the dying night
Will your soul still keep burning bright?
Only God, who sees all, knows
whether He'll snuff out the light
still emanating from your soul
As your fading light
recedes into the dying night
Pray that your soul keep forever burning bright
Categories:
snuff out, allegory, allusion, spiritual, truth,
Form:
Dramatic Verse