Best Torching Poems
Beauty Found Within
What are you talking about that I am nobody.
I traveled deep and far
I came back with the ability
to see all the beauty within
Do not tell me I am ugly because I sin
I found myself while living in the life I deny
trapped in a pit, never did i think I would win
Give me a chance to explain myself
I destroyed all the beauty i once knew
Pushed it deep behind a wall rejecting reality
Living as a lost soul feeding myself on the weak
Roaming all alone
Spiting on this world, torching my own will to love
God I put you to a side
That is still a book I am working on
The knowledge i once new, i through it all away
Living like a fool
to the worlds destructive ways
Trying to balance out my life
I closed the doors to receive the perception of every way
taking a deep look I fell to my knees
opening the door to help the ones in need
God it makes me so mad to know
we always put the worlds blame on you
The death of the world is just another beauty
to the life we will have on the other side
The evil we have with in, is just a wake up call
To receive the things we choose not see
blinded by the truth that does not add up at all
Inner beauty buried by my own rage
I felt so trapped, somewhere inside
Crying to let her out
I suffocate her with my tongue
Chanting for me to open my mouth
Now I take an oath to never betray her again.
nor lock her in the abyss inside of me
My beauty now overpowers the bite off the apple.
In which was taken from us in the beginning of all time
A small simple reminder,
That will sooner or later surface the outside
never in my wildest dreams did i imagined
my beauty would exposed for all to see
Now that i am strong i will stand up for myself
With God given gift I will also stand up for others
With my beauty that has bloomed like a rose
I will take that beauty and share for all to see
I will walk where my senses are needed
you will follow just to get to know me.
With the reminder so simple as can be
To look, to feel, to perform, is a wake call upon self-image
I found my beauty which is far more dangerous than vanity
the VALUES of life are the beauty given to me : )
by: P.D.
Categories:
torching, beauty, life, me,
Form:
Free verse
He told me to write a poem
About beauty, wind blowing
Hair tossing , dream making stunning
Gorgeousness of living
Beauty addicts and blind ambitions
Movie stars and historical happenings
Formal dresses, women in high heels with
Faces meant to smile
That’s what poems should be about, he says,
Your good at that kind of thing, just spit it out
“Shawty, write a poem about beauty, that’s real poetry”
“Everything is beautiful, baby…”
“But what is beautiful to you?”
Beautiful.
Births and rebirths
Phoenix Red celestial torching of the hearts
Interlocking fingers in twilight
Kisses, Death, sorrow, crocodile tears
Laughter, Ecstasy , black
White, brown, yellow, silver crimson
Skin on skin, chest to chest, on and on, soft
Hard City light heaving, breathing against the Ebony sky
Natural Twinkle of diamond shadows,
Cosmos, Atoms, Hydrogen bonds, Electrons
Nucleus, matter, anti-matter
Smash together, slither mutually
To create harmony.
Everything.
Everything is beautiful.
“Just write about that then..”
"Not everything has to be written, somtimes you just have to
live it out.."
"What's the point then?? What's the point of writing about butterflies
and waterfalls? I just don't see it? Why do you have to doll everything up and
make it more then what it is? Not everything has to be picked apart and analyzed."
"Mmm, I suppose."
"What's real poetry to you?"
"Everything..."
"I don't understand."
I recline and rest my head on his chest
Tracing lines of thought on the ceiling
Helping him dismantle the universe and put it back together
In his own way
Enjoying lyrical symphonies of life
Breath by breath…
Together
Silent
"This, baby, This is real Poetry.."
Categories:
torching, introspection, life, on writing
Form:
Bio
love within life
you are everything
this man desires
a singing voice
enchanting sweet music
magically to
the ears
so beautiful
it sings
deep inside
fluttering soul
craves you
like electric
sparks up
in each word
uttering love
one shining star
trails breathing burns
inside a flame
torching within
you take
one's breath away
in life searching
soul mates
love you know
i always will
this feeling
is eternal
awaiting in
a baited breath
as the cock crows
singing unto
the sunlight
in delight
sun kisses darkness
this song forever
within you love
i have kissed you
a thousand times
in my dreams
Categories:
torching, romance,
Form:
Free verse
The wondrous starlight of night
surrounds your face like a veil
made from the moon's glowing rays of mist
giving pause...to our dream-like state of lingering wishes
before time evaporates when our lips melt together
in a deep hungry passionate kiss
that burns our souls from within
torching the bond of our mouth's sensations as they part
12/12/19
Kissing contest
Categories:
torching, kiss,
Form:
Free verse
blood red
a sunrise
torching a tree…
shade holds the fleeing night
watching
5/6/2019
Writing Challenge 1, May 2019 – Cinqku – Poetry Contest
Dear Heart sponsor
Categories:
torching, summer,
Form:
Cinqku
I would love
To touch
The tips
Of
Your torching
Lips
Just
To quench
Taste
These flames
From
My burning
Tongue ~
~~~~~~~~~~
"The Kiss"....
Categories:
torching, passion
Form:
I walked into this cloud, where the stars are my footsteps to fantasies
Walking to the top, I see a beautiful waterfall torching my sight
Underneath the waters a beautiful candle light dinner calling my soul
I couldn’t help only to take a seat to sparkle the moment
Extraordinary kiss caresses my neck, chair leans backwards
Feeling his lips touching mine, body is so ready for inappropriate tonight
Kinky will be romantic and send my vibes to the sky
While I feel his hands between my thighs, has my temperature is rising
Feeling my blood move like a snake under my skin, this cannot be a sin
Seduction is all I feel, intimacy is in my sweat to disobedience
Caress my goose bumps for my weakness are your pleasures
Moisture will continue to lure me into your thoughts
While making love in this chemistry of exotic steams
My feet are weak, I feel the whip cream dripping down my cheeks
This must be a dream in exotic fantasies
Extraordinary , kinky and inappropriate took temperature to seduction
Chemistry had to moisturize this excitement, and turn my thirst into a love affair
While, I’m kissing him behind his ears whispering, I love you
Feeling the clouds ending my affair upon the skies
My soul just died
Categories:
torching, fantasy, imagination,
Form:
Free verse
"The Secret Place"
Inside
the secret place
we sleep it wakes
pushing nightmares away
poems it breathes
into burning flames
walking in
and
out the gate
torching black hearts
each one a post mark
to light the long way
Inside
the secret place
we sleep it wakes
breathing words between
our lips, it kisses kindness
injects its absolute strength
opening minds to love
in our dreams,
we drink it all in
inalienable words,
we hear it
speak
when it is time
we will need it
when we wake
but do not sleep
and what we were
becomes forgotten dream
Inside
the secret place
we sleep it wakes
waiting for that day
when we will meet
at the gate
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
Categories:
torching, muse, mystery,
Form:
Free verse
Wicked, beasts of old, with teeth that sever sinew and bone.
paw of razor sharpened claw, to rip, to rend and lift to maw.
Beady eyes, smolder glare, calculating, thy hateful stare.
flapping wing, fanning ground, your shrieking shatters silent sound.
Flaming furnace, bellows deep, burning house, field and keep.
Breath unhindered, torching cone, sets alight the melting stone.
Leaving dead for folks to mourn, off away on wings it's borne.
Greed guardian, keeper of wealth, damn you for unending health.
Ancient tyrant, their scales grow pale, but still they murder without fail.
Terribly vengeful, legends arise, and adventurers seek assured demise.
Should one fall, it's void replace, another meaner and more disgrace.
Your blight we curse, but come to term, with you, the hated Fire Wyrm.
///I wrote this poem based off the traditional myth of dragons from an old english stance, I may need to change some words to make it less "modern". my inspiration for this poem was from a childhood book my mother use to read to us, about a monster in a city, wasn't a wyrm or a dragon, but I still remember the line "A terrible thing is coming this way. It's creeping closer day by day. It's Eye's are scary, its tail is hairy. Its paws have claws, it snaps its jaws. It growls, it groans and chews up stones." and while I was trying to explain it to my kids, I chose to write my own poem regarding a monster of sorts///
Categories:
torching, evil, fear, fire, strength,
Form:
Ballad
The Gate
Story by and character by Tyrone Estevez
You never know what’s out there lurking and escaping on the other side of the gate I remember when I was 11 I had a friend name Trevor we were walking from school and all a sudden we see this gate near a house next door to Trevor’ house and it look creepy as hell so Me and Trevor investigated like we were in a horror movie decided to go in and it looked creepy and disgusting that it smells like someone has died for a long time and all a sudden we heard voices saying to get out you’re doomed and soon you will die my children’s leave now so we split then I went straight home and Trevor went home where he lives next door to the creepy house the next day I go to Trevor’s and it’s all staked out full of one timers and his parent’s are worried as hell and it seems that Trevor is missing so I’m thinking to my head what if the house is haunted next door what if the house is something that we don’t know about it’s not a house that you live in its really not it’s a gate of all demons all my friends are trap and suffering in there I can hear them crying , hurting , suffocating while being torching every friend that stepped foot in the gate Roman , Tony , Jessica and Stephen they’re doom and possibly some are killed it’s my fault that Trevor’s missing it’s my responsibility to get Trevor back . I must destroy I shall destroy this Gate , because if I don’t destroy it then all my friends will be gone forever the gate is the answer to all absences.
I am the Newborn Ruler
I am the Newborn Destroyer
I am my Newborn friend’s keeper
And I shall get my friend’s back whatever it takes to destroy anything that hurts and kill my friends.
The gate can’t be broken against the mortal
But it can fall and collapse if I am myself is more powerful and more unbreakable
I might be a kid but I am more than a kid I am the hero and lastly a sole survivor of the gate and so were some of my friends.
To Be Continued
Categories:
torching, dark, death, evil, fear,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Get the Hell out of the Way
Get the hell out of the way
you little, foolish girl;
you keep beating my head with the baseball bat
that carries all those bad memories.
Stop it and get the hell away from me,
leave me in peace.
Go with the setting of the sun
and bother some other part of me,
leave my good will and passion for love
alone,
leave me alone,
and get the hell out of my way.
It is hard to forget,
when you're always popping up
in front of me.
Leave me alone,
go bother some other fool,
who will let you into his life with no problem,
go any where you please,
just leave me alone and stop bothering me.
Popping into my dreamland,
my own little place of rest and peace,
you even disturb that;
I need some sleep for Christ sakes!
And you keep torching me,
leave me and let me be.
Get the hell out of my way
before I steamroll you down
and leave you left for dead,
I'm warning you;
you better listen.
Categories:
torching, crazy, deep, horror, leaving,
Form:
Free verse
The scorching heat plummet upon the smoldering ground
Sucking chlorophyll from dehydrated plants
Chasing the birds from their monstrous nest
Scattering striking hot rays upon shaky rooves.
Luscious green grass that once stood tall
Lay flat and charred from the torching heat.
Amidst the fury of the day I seek refuge
In a solitary way pleading to the sun to go away.
I walked out in middle of the neighborhood street
And gazed at the blazing sky thundering beneath me
I eyeballed the sunlit sky with my naked eyes
And swirled a cord in a circular motion.
Black cloud suddenly rolled through the fiery sky
And birds catapulting like mad men all around
For one moment I thought the rain would soaked the ground.
I stopped swirling and suddenly the sun escaped from under the clouds
Spewing hot vengeance from the flaming sky.
My body could not endure it and my mind could not stand it
So I walked away and resort to the bushes not far away.
The traffic was flowing the wind was blowing and I could
Feel a sudden calm glowing over me as I lie quietly behind the shadowy trees.
I slowly transcend in the cricket world drowning
out the noise in this pretentious world.
I lie on my bare back and glared at the clear blue sky
Over shadowed by trees standing tall over me
Chirping sounds, crackling sounds, echoing
musical instruments ignited by the crickets sound.
Drums, guitar, flute, piano and trumpet
Sounded the alarm beyond the valley.
Many species of crickets cascading in the bushes
obediently surrendering to Mozart symphony.
I felt a sudden peace propelled over me
connecting me to another world.
Mesmerized by its eternal grace,
the universe is indeed a sacred place.
The sun searched until it found me, forcing its way through
the trees and penetrating my face with its strong light.
It rests upon me for a while until it slowly fades away
Bright orange rays casting long shadows through the bushes
I stayed in tuned with the cricket world comforting my tired soul.
©2015 Christine Phillips
Categories:
torching, adventure, art, beauty, community,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Fearless fire burns outside the friendly line
Your one love now must take its final bow
Torching the truth the lie now our headline,
not stopping for love not even a vow
It runs through a marriage a burning plough
No skin nor sex can change its evil path
Too late to find and set off the alarm
Regret and pain the end to its flame wrath,
its burning light looks tender and so warm
Touching the flame release a love pain storm
-Sept 2016-
Categories:
torching, passion,
Form:
Dizain
In the depths of Mt Rainier fire stirred,
The earth around trembled in dire anger,
As the fiery spirit Elf wandered
In the depths of the spouting volcano
Exuding thick feculent, fusty smells,
And from the volcano's top, exuded
Ash, smoke, flaming rocks and burning lava.
Dare a human female refuse Elf?
Not that he loved her as Indians love.
His fervid lust for her knew no limit.
His anger increased beyond all known bounds.
Rising to the top of the volcano,
Elf hurled fireballs, torching the forests,
So that poor humans flew towards a lake.
There they prayed to their good God to save them.
A large stone fell into the volcano
Burying Elf and his hateful fire.
A fearful blizzard formed and rain and snow
Filled the volcano until all was calm.
A large lake formed and a lovely island
Rose majestically from the waters:
A seventh wonder of Columbia.
Categories:
torching, miracle,
Form:
Free verse
Three days late,
and a dollar of truth short
No condemnation of neo-Nazi hate,
no negative KKK report
Only tweet silence was heard ...
didn’t hear a peep, not one word
Domestic terrorists
were Tiki torching a church
late that night
Shouting ethnic and racial slurs
Aryan imperialists,
proud patrons of John Birch
causing heavy fright
They weren’t rebuffed by any tweet words
The Trump was silent ...
didn’t hear a toot, not one sound was heard
Two days late,
and a couple silver dollars of truth shy
No reproof of white supremacy hate,
everyone’s speculating as to the reason why
Only tweet silence was heard ...
didn’t hear a peep, not one word
Marching through Charlottesville town,
chanting crude, bigoted Nazi slogans
Wearing the “Blood and Soil” hate song crown,
brawling like drunken ancient Romans
Innocent blood got spilled on the ground,
yet my ears heard no shrill tweet sound
Still no angry replies were ever given voice;
the sound of silence was deafening,
waves of nothingness heard crashing
Not blowing the trump was the wrong choice
Hate had it’s way unabated,
violence was randomly meted
But there were no words heard
castigating any of that despicable hate
Only the sound of silence chirped late,
where flew the little tweety bird?
Categories:
torching, allusion, dark, political, truth,
Form:
Rhyme