Cindered Poems - Poems about Cindered

...As red summer cindered mercilessly dried up water sources so much left life parched lives prayed prayers Monsoon winds dashed with ardor such downpours life dead by nature's touch End ......

Continue reading...

... Written: February 1st, 2024 ________________________________________ I propose they should read a poem Set it in light and let it serve as a totem Similar to a kaleidoscope d......

Continue reading...

...Outside the window sprawled an ash with splayed and scalloped leaves in pose. Each veined and blotchy web was stuck to misted panes as swirling winds repelled the rush of rust across the open ......

Continue reading...

...Upon the rustic walls, Laid a shadow, shadow too dry. In the trees beyond, laid the carnelian of fall; And I stroll away, into the vestige foliage ply. In my little cabin, many boring days had......

Continue reading...

...the curious dream toward darkness when the sun breaks down do I dream of civility and rules or does my brain reorganize the life fantastic validations of chaos theory and twisted monste......

Continue reading...

...I chanced upon a vagrant word beside an idle railroad track its campfire fueled by burning books it asked:"Is poetry coming back?" I shrugged, acknowledging my doubt unable to assuage its fear......

Continue reading...

...We set foot on dry grass at the cockcrow of a nascent union. Cheek to cheek as Cupid towers over the rose inside my heart, shooting arrows at a dyad draped in fire, gliding through the tundr......

Continue reading...

... “Fire burning in a hill The lines are rocky rough Red angels wait to pick remains The cindered shoulder Of confused men” (Peter Murphy) <>...

Continue reading...

...Through the hills within the woods of a mountain's slithering slopes, A road winds its way, on which rides a car driven by a misanthrope. Plucking from his pocket a pack of poison sticks with on......

Continue reading...

...Spaces like Life Your death is no spectacle. It will unfold itself ceremoniously like a soft-sweater worn and discarded because of a snag I walk in a ghetto in the black of night, chunks of asph......

Continue reading...

...Ride, ride, ride thou figure from the East In thy curse hath many a mother wept On thy brow the furrows of distant steppes Yield unto a steely mask of doom Destruction follows in thy path and yet......

Continue reading...

...REMEMBER. Remember Poetry is the blood of your visions It rips you apart against The torrid consolidations of mundane Strengths elongated in the retinues Sparked for uncertain verses in tri......

Continue reading...

...The Final Strokes The many hued sparklers were dappling the almost cindered sky Turning the sunset from gilded gold to ochery orange. Michael Angelo's brushes were yet busy with his final stroke......

Continue reading...

...I used to say I love you, many years ago – My passion-cries were wings of flight! Like burning arrows pierced upon a snowy night, I loosed my songs to let you know. So long ago! So many years w......

Continue reading...

...He said, “Yes, I flew a fighter plane over the hills, and the people were running, they were just people, they were villagers, not soldiers, they were running away,” and a tear came to his eye......

Continue reading...