Burns Poems - Poems about Burns

I rise from the body of silence, with heavy steps of ash and cold. The sky is a wound stitched with wire, the clouds hang like the empty eyes of a forgotten God. The light no longer falls, no longer caresses, it only breaks under its own weight. You watch me from behind the world, but the world is a cracked mirror, where...

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Fire starter using flame To burn kill destroy lame What is your end game To make money to gain California she suffers so Set ablaze her forests glow People steeples burning red Hard to watch tears are shed What is the reason or cause Arson or accident or natures fault Too many questions strange to see Insurance cancelled those policies God help California prevail As...

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His work is known around the Earth This ploughman lad of lowly birth He wooed and won the lassies braw His Jean the fairest of them aw He honoured such as mice and men And friendship flowed beneath his pen Of parity and justice wrote A line that I take leave to quote “That man to man the world o’er shall brothers be...” can’t...

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(“The Cave of Unknowing”, 2012, original oil) As The World Burns As the world turns The morning soap operas play out In print and film, song and dance Showing on every screen A world ablaze with fear Disease, famine, war and rumors of war Programming the programmable While I sit in my room a cocoon Surrounded by dogs All sprawled out on chair...

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Then happy in my own world, before you proposed your silly love to me. Like a hot magma landing on a...

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I can’t fear you Ciro Gargano believe me I know the wrath that sent the Fbi to my door to warn me of your victims and how I could save my children by wearing wires pregnant for the Fbi I am happy corruption helped to cover your mort keeping me from testifying on what I...

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How does one describe true love? no measuring tape can do this even when it's filled with truth that surface evidence can be a myth What we would call real love can be artificial in its effect that's why friends so much divorce what a waste so many are a wreck We need a metaphor to explain it a red-hot coal fire burning within this...

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In a corner of my soul, longing burns, Flames rising from hopes, desires, pains, The ashes that remain – dusty memories, The illusion of time passing, a fleeting moment, Your stolen glance, a moment that belongs to you, Take all you can, but leave me a memory. Make me laugh, make me hope once more, In the love that is born from...

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In the vast and verdant landscape of African literature, a constellation of luminous stars once shone bright, their radiant light illuminating the complexities of a continent’s soul. O Achebe, Awoonor, Mongo Beti, Ama Ata Aidoo, Peggy Oppong, Dennis Brutus, Kwesi Brew, etc.! So these Chroniclers of the Human Experience and Visionaries of the Written...

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It burns me so, the things I learn as I get older I am not talking about confidence life hacks and salsa The things we figure out are lies that we were taught ...

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~ Eyes Fiddle, World Burns ~ While Putin waves the nuclear wand It's Gaza and Lebanon all eyes are on...

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As The Candle Light Burns Entwined together amid the sounds of the night As the candle burns, making silhouettes in fire's light Eye to eye, roaming fingers, and your sweetest kiss No night could ever be any better than this Lovers lost to the wonders of our poetic dream Sharing wine with juicy berries and whipped cream Two potent souls expressing their...

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In the abyss of our soul, a secret fire burns, A flame of desire that brings warmth and comforting light. This radiance, when it reaches absolute purity, Envelops us in a sense of profound and eternal beauty. The fire of sex, a hidden magic, a sacred ember, Always present within us, whether it burns fiercely or smolders subtly. Even at the...

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Afternoon, the sun is hot Freckles and sun burns, I've got a lot Reminding me of sunny days I used to write under sun's rays The memories on my skin Of sunny places that I have been Freckles and sun burns they play The memories of my yesterday ...

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A single key turns the lock of the door you’ve been pushing against for all the life in you it takes, the door like Life breaks into a million pieces, and there at your feet like irretrievable moments scattered, you try to avoid the splinters, but you gather them up instead, each splinter a word lit, now the bonfire burns inside the inferno the...

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