Burn Down Poems | Examples

The invisible war

I carry a war inside me —
no guns, no blood, no trenches —
just the heavy silence that screams,
that crawls under my ribs
and digs like a thief in the night.

They see me smiling,
a painted mask, a borrowed script,
never the wild, tangled mess beneath —
the dark roots of despair twisting
around my broken bones.

I am the woman who wakes up twice a day,
once in sleep’s soft arms,
once in the cold battlefield of my mind,
where memories explode like landmines,
where joy is a stranger and pain,
a relentless lover who never leaves.

You ask me what’s wrong?
As if you could hold this hurricane
in your gentle hands,
as if your words could stop the bleeding.

But there is no bleeding to be seen,
only the invisible wounds —
the weight of hollow mornings,
the breath held too long,
the echo of a scream
trapped in a locked cage.

I want to scream.
I want to burn down this house
that holds me prisoner.

But I smile.
I live.
I survive.

Because in this war —
the invisible war —
my soul is the battlefield
and hope, the only weapon.

Rachamim

Rachamim
 (Compassion Of Mercy)
 Why do nations rage?
 Always at war in vain.
 The wicked will never stop.
 They love violence and it’s wrong.
 Under the sun, always at war.
 No care for another soul.
 What life is this?
 No victory in the blood of violence.
 It is in our nature to destroy ourselves.
 Leaders care for no one else.
 The fall of mankind.
 Burn down all the land from the inside.
 Very few people are left.
 Hope Jesus remembers me in the end.
 I want no part of this dark world.
 Always another war.
 Have compassion for those who still believe.
 Through mercy, forgive me.
 Time is like Sodom and Gomorrah.
 One day it will be all over.
 Judgment will be worse than before.
 Not water but fire.
 Raise up into the colorful sky.
 All the cities will be burning bright.

FOMO

Fear not the arrow that flies by day nor the terror of the night 
Edify not your physical senses while your soul is missing out   
Assist your heart to find its truth and loyalty, make it count  
Rain is a blessing, don't be afraid to get wet once in a while
  
Offer up your best defense when it comes to living your own life 
Fear not the arrow that flies by day nor the terror of the night 

Mouth only words of good and seal the jaw shut when it comes to curse  
Invite courage in for it is a lion that loves to roar in its own den 
Strong it and when it comes to weak, muscle up with vigor be brave   
Smoke is just that, it doesn't burn down a house, but fire does 
Imagine yourself to be a warrior of old and hold your sword high 
Not a hair on your head shall be harmed, nor cause you alarm  
God is the protector of all that you are, you are His Star ....

Once you learn the truth, all false evidence will vanish    
Unicorns are not afraid to be different, so why should you ?
Trust in the nature of things and you will always know what to do.

I Can't Make You Feel It, Whatever It Is

I could hand you the bottle,
tip it slow, let the cheap red river
burn down your throat—
but I can't make you feel it.

I could drop you in a dim-lit room,
where the fan wobbles and the radio wheezes
some dead man's blues—
but I can't make you hear it.

I could carve the hunger into your ribs,
make you watch the world walk by
with full pockets and easy hands—
but I can't make you taste it.

I could lay down the cards,
deal the losses, stack the nights
like empty beer cans—
but I can't make you know it.

Deadly Flight of Widowed Dove

Where are your arms hidden in disguise,
you are our path to freedom and pride.
The spaces are taken by the celebrated and hated,
where is the love which given is for unborn,
take us with free love,
and deadly flight of widowed dove.

Stay within my spaces,
open your native places.
Understand with an open heart,
war is just an ugly form of art,
like a poison dart will eat your freedom,
burn down your home,
devastate everything we grow,
and everyone you ever knew or know,
will turn to dust under rusted nails,
and busted cemetery gates.

Never underestimate the power of one another,
with each other and the games we play,
because some day will dig our own grave.
Some would say, it's just another day,
another foul play, just go ahead and pray.

Anger in All

By: Katie Davis Written on 6/29/22 Revised on 10/28/24
Anger, burning hot enough to melt a calm mind.
Anger, boiling, steaming like a volcano shaking the earth ready to erupt the pain out of a blistering soul.
Anger stewing, building way beneath. Trying to contain thyself in a fragile encasement.
Breathe. In and out.
In and out.
Just breathe.
Don’t let it simmer and seethe for worse is the actions that are done in anger.
In and out.
In and out.
Keep breathing, keep surviving.
Anger that is like a trick candle that is thought to be blown out, but the flames keep on returning and can burn down what is built. 
So be careful.
Anger in all.

Trip Wire

I have a story to tell
Where survival and pain
Literally broke the veil. 
It took years to see
The truth of my abuse
And the memories of my hurt
Has given me my muse. 
I fell into men that craved control.
I knew one day I would get rest
For my weary soul. 
Physical pain was a common norm
And my abusers have released my storm. 
I take no orders.
My boundaries have no give.
I’m locked away tightly
Behind iron doors
Where I will shine brightly. 
My wires are set.
The traps are laid out.
Anyone trying to enter
Will leave with a pout. 
Tread with caution.
or trip a wire,
your gift will be an explosion of fire. 
You will burn down to ash
with nothing to recover.

Flame

Installing in my heart desire
from wickedness to save my soul,
refine me, my Lord, with fire
to fit your purposes and goal.

I am your daughter and your servant,
I want to glorify your name.
Oh let the Spirit pure, fervent
burn in my heart a sacred flame!

Turn into cinder worldly sorrow,
burn down envy, pride, and greed/
Provide assurance for tomorrow
by giving everything I need.

Your Spirit heals my soul's pain,
ignites compassion, love and care,
helps always in You remain
and saves me from the devil's snare.

Perfection

just saw you in the dark till gleaming in those Storms
I wish I did never saw you but still you showed up you made my sorrows burn down into Ashes. 
but why?
you were like the perfection I needed which turned up into a dream but still every inch of my soul screams
"the glory of my love for you makes you into dust of Ashes"

My heart works eight times three

My heart works eight times three; in search of passions' prosperity
Hidden in darkness, I crave the simplest of the lights' normality
My mind won't stray; embracing the loudest of rhymes melody
Words ignite and loves' high octane results' burn down all reality
Come enjoy the warmth you can feel; next to this fire with me

letting go

I would set myself on fire just to keep you warm
I'd burn down all the bridges and be of no harm
I will walk away from everything that's mine
I won't try to make you stay, sure I'll be fine

Mirror of fire

Felt you coming to take the breath right out of me
Replaced; with your soft essence reflectivity
You are my mirror of fire, my heart's twin flame
Had I never come about you in this life; I would never be the same
A constant will, for you to be happy; is my shining rubidium
Your guidance led me too; challenging my life's intrinsical; idiom
I am a better version of myself; my souls beloved reflection
A shimmering example of needing belief; in you retrospection
You are my synchronicity; our connection once filled with joyful mimicry
If my life had never come about you, I'd never be the same internally
We were not meant to burn down for eternity in a soulmates; candelabra
Our separations design happens; before, irremediable palabra
White sheets; sturdy sticks, each of us holding on tight, with one hand as we surrender
We may later ask why, but the conclusion; our surrendered ends, are the answer
Hope you see the growing forgiveness, I found in you; understanding all of me
An awakening of peace; we could only know, all ways setting each other free

Heavy Is the Head

Heavy Is The Head 

I know the world isn’t on my shoulders 
And it isn’t all mine to bear. 
But since I’ve decided to take it on 
You’ll see how much I care. 
Don’t worry about that bottle 
The next one we can share. 
And don’t worry about the next battle. 
I promise, I’ll be with you there. 

I know you said it’s not my job, 
And I did; but I’ll pretend I didn’t hear. 
Because it may not be my car, 
But I’m behind the wheel; I’ll steer. 
If life is just one great game 
Then this level I will clear, 
If you will stay along with me, 
If you will stay near. 

I may not be a Titan, Atlas is not my name. 
But it is Sutarima, my soul is fire and is flame. 
And I’ll burn down whatever troubles you can claim. 

This place is harsh and wicked, and every day gets a little colder, 
But remember as the flicker envelopes, and what we love smolders. 
I know you said it wasn’t. But this world is on my shoulders.

Zen mode

save awareness self-aware
there is no one here
yet beating heart does care
so lends an ear to hear

ego is persistent, though nonexistent 
immersing souls in dark delusion 
has us believe God is distant
illusion dispelled by head-heart fusion

now we would, if we could, give you that
truth that sets us here and now free
but lower mind grasps not the fact
need to burn down the mind tree

Birthday Cake

The bakery was closed
family only an echo of long ago
no mementos of love
loneliness built
into my spinal chord
musical notes exposing
a weeping child
within an old man
a broken guitar sits on the floor

The grave yard across the street
beckons
the next day a friend
brings birthday candles
it took only one match
to burn down the rest of my life

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