Burned Poems

Burned Bridges

My pride is bruised
My heart’s been used
My mind’s abused
I’m so confused

Your love had ridges
You burned our bridges
Ignored my wishes
Threw me like dishes

I once felt whole
you torched my soul
If heart break’s the goal
you played a good role

I sink into sadness
I echo the madness
Facedown in my mattress
Like a Hollywood actress

Romantic malpractice 
Your love’s like a cactus
I’m pricked

9 DEAD BODIES BURNED ALIVE BY GARGANO LAYING IN THE HALLS

THE BODIES REMAINED IN THE HALLS DUE TO THE SMALL EXAM ROOMS NO DOCTOR COULD WORK IN SUCH A SMALL SPACE NO DOCTOR WOULD SQUEEZE A CROWD INTO A TINY ROOM IT WOULDN'T HAPPEN CIRO GARGANO DECIDED TO SLANDER BULLY MY FAMILY AFTER HE KILLED 9 PEOPLE IN THE FIRES OF HELL THEY DIED FROM

Going Places

The bold horizon burned and died
cold in my eyes as I turned aside
on the road to nowhere
taking it slow
making it easy
in no hurry to go
I'm taking my time
for I never felt the need
to heed the latest mad fad
or follow the current day's craze
yet I don't fret or sweat
the small stuff
but I did learn
soon enough
the tide

I watched as the city burned in flames, a phoenix consuming its wings in flight

I watched as the city burned in flames, a phoenix consuming its wings in flight,
the streets transforming into rivers of fire, spirits freed from the cage of time,
politicians arrive like sorcerers, claiming they can tame the wind with words,
proclaiming promises that dissipate, leaves of a season of forgetfulness,
their echo is a dried-up spring of hopes,

She Burned the Script

after still I Rise by Maya Angelou 

They said, "too loud, too wild, too much"—
so she learned to burn with a softer touch.
But thunder lived behind her face,
and silence wore her fiercest grace.

They carved her worth in smaller space,
then crowned it "grace" to know her place. 
But she was made of deeper things— 
not ribbons,

I only wish she hadn’t cried the tears meant for me while she burned under a merciless sun

I only wish she hadn’t cried the tears meant for me while she burned under a merciless sun,
hadn’t been the sheltering forest while her own bark turned to ash,
hadn’t stood like an unmoving mountain to lift me on her shoulders toward the blue skies,
hadn’t taken upon herself the dark clouds meant to cover me like

Embers Burned to Ash

"Good morning," she softly whispered, thinking he'd spoken at her side. Then, Truly closed her eyes hoping to dream of him again. Sleep refused her desire to return to him in his rose garden. She tossed and turned, reached for the pillow that should be cradling his head.

Frustrated, Truly rose and sat on the cold

The psyche was burned and left us numb, floating like a boat without oars

The psyche was burned and left us numb, floating like a boat without oars on an endless river,
the world was darker than the pitch-black of a closet full of hungry bats,
and the whiskey and wine seeped deep into our weary veins,
when the blood was too weak to carry the burden of our lost dreams,
we surrendered

Stares That Burned the Air

the twin flame you ignited
and the stares that burned the air
came out fiercely and declared,
'you're in love,'
only to later pierce my heart,
leaving me with wounds that bleed
until i'm in ashes

Watched Pot

If a watched pot never boils,
why am I looking at the steam from the pot?
Then I burned myself.

9 HELPLESS PERSONS BURNED ALIVE BY GARGANO OBSTRUCTION OF JUSTICE BY JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY

NO MATTER WHAT HAPPENS TO ME 9 HELPLESS PERSONS PERISHED MOST FROM NO AIR SMOKE FILLED THE BUILDINGS OTHER REACHING FIR HELP WHILE THE BLAZE CAUGHT ON THE PANELING PAISLEY DRAPES APRONS HOUSE DRESSES NYLONS STUCK TO THESE ELDERLY PEOPLE THEY LIVES MEANT ABSOLUTELY NOTHING BECAUSE GARGANO AND HIS BUSINESS PARTNER FIRE CHIEF GENE KALINOWSKI

The Awful End

Bright is the night
And dark is the day
The world is now changing
The good will not stay
The stars have burned out
And the land has gone dry
Jesus we need a miracle
Just to get us by
Lord please show Your mercy
Breathe Your breath into our lungs
But God said no
And that was so
The awful end has just begun 

Seasons bleed: when we burned and died to meet

He was the night sky, and I was a star;
But before we met, daylight arrived. 

He was a firefly, and I was a flower;
But when we met, winter whispered chills.

He was a snowflake, and I was the ground;
But before he could reach me, summer shined. 

He was a bug, and I was a leaf;
Yet before

While Minneapolis Burned

Walz fiddled while the city was burning

National Guard assist he was spurning

Just as Old Nero fiddled

Mayor Walz also diddled

His judgement was, oh, so undiscerning

Burned Alive

How 
While I
Was burned alive
With loving you
Could you help but feel 
The heat from it beside me?

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