Burn Up Poems - Poems about Burn Up

There is a fire in me Not meant to destroy. It lights ruins So I can read the old names. It warms no one... But, it remembers....

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You can never burn too brightly for this world —not ever. ...

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Have always known my limitations it's a fact that can't be missed I'll always go out on a limb and you're an attraction I can't resist am I being reckless to gamble on such a crazy game am I overconfident and like a moth to a flame will I melt my wings these and a thousand other things will I crash and burn...

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They say I'm a witch, but when I told them I have a spell to make them write poetry, they shout "Free the witch!" But when I say I'm a writer, they want to hurt me. As soon as I mention my spell to make words touch hearts, they say "Free the writer!" To me, it doesn't...

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Burn it, burn it to the ground The crowd shouted at Jesus on the tree How cruel can anyone possibly be To make One suffer as He looked down at me He eyes grew dim, He wouldn't last In the night to heaven He went home To be with His Father in all of His glory God came to save Him, He's...

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Sun burns Skin turns Red raw And sore Next curse Much worse Shaking Sweating Twitching Itching Scratching Whinging Dying Crying Peeling Spreading Heat stroke No joke Best thing Having Sun cream Regime Fake tan Safe plan Self cook Bad look. ...

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I’ve always dreamed of painting with fire— lash the canvas with embers, watch the smoldering orange spread, chasing white into flame— before my chaos dies into silence. It feels natural, this need to see my art burn— they’re not complete, not before the charred ink is bathed in heat. I paint with alcohol then ignite— so my work is no longer just raven lines on pale...

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The last poem I'll ever write before I burn this whole system down And if this gets me killed so be it I'll burn down the world If that makes you listen And if you think just because of my skin I'll back down and let you win You would be sadly mistaken I will burn down the system And...

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Are you still left wondering what is holding you back? What continues to keep you floundering in pain and lack? What could possibly have the power to hold you down? So completely covered in emptiness, you fear you will drown. Is it the dark past mistakes you have carelessly made, Keeping you troubled and in confusion, in tears and afraid? What...

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Poppies burn like love under the sun that births longing, Let me ask for forgiveness, to touch your face with light, To be your sunbeam, to be a halo on your delicate brow, To caress your skin with a sweet breeze, a zephyr that caresses the wheat, Let my smile seduce you, let longing flow over your waist. The evening...

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What does it mean to witness suffering and feel it burn inside you, not as gentle empathy, but as a deep-rooted and screaming indictment? There is a boy who carries cement as I carry metaphors — without question, without choice, without allowing himself the luxury of another option, only with a resignation sculpted in silence. He is not a...

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~Play With Fire Till your Fingers Burn~ 5/20/2025 Experience life to its full brink,so sad, to witness any human, being had! Just try to be...

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The sunset tides will wash me away Jaded, but I try And now I stand to hear my breathless breaths. Over the white noise, screaming out "Sunrise, sunset, can you wash away the rain?" My...

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Before the light could find my frame, A breath of blue became the air. I waited—not for hope or name— But for a silence I could bear. The self withdrew, then disappeared, No shelter left for soul to keep. All colors fell, as time grew smeared; Just blue remained—too vast, too deep. What burned was not a mortal flame, But thought encased in frost...

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