Burnt Poems - Poems about Burnt

Algebra makes me feel stupid. Equations and inequalities, algebra makes me feel stupid. I could have an A in the grade book, but that doesn't mean that I understand. lost in class, barely turned that in on time. Algebra makes me feel stupid. So I drift into my own world. But at least in my world, I'm not alone. Algebra makes...

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I looked into the mirror and the truth stared back it told me I was sold a lie with all the words society was feed a contradiction to the truth bound by the psychological chains of control I watched as paradise burned and the seeds of dissent grew freedoms flame inside was born a darken plague had besieged us a caged...

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A nice, flushed feeling. Like someone is trying to break into the house. Then I laugh because they gave up as always! Drinking coffee to celebrate. Weeks later. It’s a little odd and spinning. I ate pasta and it continued to splatter everywhere on my shirt. Exciting. Putting the cup down. The desk where I should be doing...

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There once was a gifted child, Through all their lifetime they smiled, But a bump in the night, Came as a fright, And now they are all but wild....

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What a peculiar smell The kitchen is burnt with the taste of raw chicken and rotten tomatoes Too many dead flies lay upon the window sill Waiting to be swept away with the closing of a curtain And in the middle of the garden Cucumbers grow from tops the soil under the tree Inhibited by the broken house Shelter to only faeries...

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I enjoy the burn of the lighter's flame pushed by the wind. I enjoyed the burn of the one who had made me smitten again. I enjoyed it while it lasted, just like a cigarette. ...

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You made those quiet tears fall from my eyes, No one around me, sadness intervened, As the burgundy sun clung to the eaves Like ice.Through my heartache, I watched a burnt Horizon paste darkness against the stars. A shard of nightfall, a hunter moon, floated Far past the clouds. I dreamt of death, my eyes Yearned for light, in...

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In the cathedral of night, a new phantasm rises from the incense smoke of burnt rules, Altars of therapy crumble under the weight of our unspoken prayers, Our steps, like lost pilgrims, are swallowed by streets paved with tears of stars, Where locusts of prophecy weave their sonorous mantle in the temple of our weary ears. Silence suffocates us,...

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Its been a show of force since my ancestors first swam over the umbilical. A strain of Loathing rings in our ears, A dog-whistle held by my personal demon, it's engraved with my name. I smile when when the frequencies pain grazed my inner ear, and tickles my cerebellum in a way I'd deem inappropriate. It makes deaths...

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magenta magic recently escaped eve's skies darkening to plum crows caw on the wing as pink sun turns red-orange day goes up in flames mango berry crush mahogany shadows move gold clocks go tick tock...

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Snapped like a stick, all has sprung away, The bottled up visions just start to sway. Each person enters through the exit door, But they don't know what is in store. The unsettling feeling as ghosts glide by, Blood stains the wall where the bodies lie. Scrunched up fists, fight versus flee, Gloves stretched on with a smile of glee. Clothes stained with...

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Turkey ready for roasting Our mom ready for boasting A power surge came The oven in flame No Thanksgiving for toasting...

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as a Congolese patriot burnt  himself to tell the World about more atrocities  in eastern DRCongo. Some people astonished Asking , " why?                        why?                            why? " DRCongo is ignored  from many years. No one cares about the worst situation in eastern DRCongo Which is always pushed by monusco and some western companies. many times Congolese found different mineral resources In the...

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The older I get, The more more I realize how meaningless to people In their mind, do I sit You can send them text after text Be it friends or family, It only burdens the one reaching out It makes my intentions feel like a wreck I know I may not be the smartest or most successful But I feel like my value...

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Devil's vengeful roar captures innocent Exhale scorches bystanders randomly Volcano spews brimstone belligerent Dissolves small boy's chance single handedly Hitler contempt casts heinous destruction ...

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