Charred Poems - Poems about Charred

The croissants of buttered hills glisten in the searing marmalade of August's arid oven. September's cinnamon swirl scorches muffin-colored homes, the flames smothered as October rains send lives and mud sliding into the ravines like apple butter. On Thanksgiving morning survivors eat fall's charred breakfast, then praise God in church. In the milk of spring they rebuild, just like the last time and the time before that....

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In these vertical eyed times you've got to move like a cat atop a shelf of tiffany glass can't release your hobbled mind stay within thinning, spinning lines stay so very silent or be chastised. Choking on two-legged fat cats politically correct fat rats truth be damned truth be damned sooner or later something will give way man will shiver in dogged summer days. After the...

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Going to church, it’s Sunday morn down south Giddy feet youngsters racing to the door of the temple, having shrieks of joy erupting from their mouth They are so glad when they get ushered in While the solemn congregation gathers within to hear another fiery sermon delivered with holy conviction It’s hot down in Alabama, Birmingham, as the sermon heat starts to kinetically expand Explosive words...

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She felt the calloused hands of a wrinkled scheme around the throat of her pierced divinity. Loosen another chapter, ...

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The kitty is crying By the door she frets For her lover is gone To the war she dreads She waits and waits, Day in, day out Screeching in pain No end in sight, Oh drats! The sky is waiting To be blue again For the fire In the clouds And the tumbling rain, O Lord I wish she would...

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Death has a grip on me. It's charred teeth gnaw and snarl at me like sharpened swords. Ripping through my heart with gashing blood eveywhere. Cutting through the bones like massive blades I suffer but cannot die. Death holds me in it's grip and is glorified in torturing me. It wants me to live in it's grip and fight the fires of...

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fire is hot fire is cold i feel like i am falling down deep fire is my world burning day by day be still my smotlering heart i am fire neither civil but very evil not a word to describe it *writers note: i have written this poem as an add on to the poem called Frozen Poems, by Ryan Emerald. i hope you enjoed it :)...

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Against the seething horizon you stand malevolently looming, gloating over the tragic fate of the vanquished, the doomed now dying; there, the wounded many, they crawl, drag...

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As each bitter thought takes wing another bird forgets to sing abandoned babe cries out alone refugees chilled to the bone. Leaves begin to curl and brown cold winds whorl through empty towns ghostly cats creep through the alleys who will take the deadly tally? Yard dogs staked and left to starve scars upon the Earth we've carved lonely waves still lap the shores though the...

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I remember when you danced with a flowing gown of dying embers, as the raging fire roared. I remember slippers of glass, made simply of charred sand, polished clear. And with that wrecking ball of a tongue of yours, you shattered my heart, dear. For, I long for your embrace, as the flames flicker wildly in your eyes. And with perfect grace your beauty lights...

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charred and smooth black inside white enamel decadence from the inside out that evil temptress here to steal a tooth and replace it so sweet with caramel to fatten my mouth and fill it stout sparkling and rugged white inside black soot decadence from the outside in mine own mistress bruised and mugged rotten from the brain to foot whip me right in my ugly sin...

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