Burned Out Poems - Poems about Burned Out

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,...

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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,...

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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...

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"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...

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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...

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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...

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

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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...

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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 ...

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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...

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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...

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

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it doesn't take much to embrace to smile softly to send a message to let me know you're still there it doesn't take anything to stay with me on a night when the world is screaming and i cant silence the noise to shield me on a morning when the weight of existence is crushing my shoulders to whisper to me on an evening...

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My heart is a drum, it's beating fast A rhythm of rage, a pulse that will last It's pounding in my chest, it's burning my soul I'm fueled by the fire, I'm in control I'm a storm that's brewing, a tempest in sight A whirlwind of fury, a force that's out of sight I'm a machine that's pumping, a engine that's...

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Keine Antworten David J Walker Old German Ghosts Dangle their ragged feet Over the lava flow Of Spandau Wondering What went wrong So long Ago But they will Never know It’s the thing of which Hell is made A burned book of No answers Checked out But never returned ...

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