Coals Poems - Poems about Coals

Every coal I walked over brought back the pain I felt from the destructive memories that have always burnt up in my spirit the charcol of torture from heartbreaks I endured stung my heels like the fires of hell until I needed guard my heart from the pains of the coals I have walked over in the past to pacify the pain from the destructive memories that...

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When you don't live right, You can expect constant stress. You’ll never grow, thinking you know the answers to the test. Pointing fingers, blaming others for your self-made mess. Letting the shadow win causing civil unrest. In the mind. You see, There's two of your kind. The one that you show, And the one that you hide I’ve...

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There was a virile freight train from South Bend A sexy caboose he dared to befriend -- He said, "You're my dream" And let out some steam -- Then poured all his hot coals in her south end...

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The summer grill has old coals that are gray with little life to get the food well done. But when they’re stoked with ashes knocked away an orange glow of warmth is left in some enough to give completion still to one, old coals that burn with passion like the sun. The few coals worked to make a sizzling flame as charcoal...

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Do you think you’re Heaven worthy for myself—I never have The weight I carry pulls me down and keeps me off the path I avoid most every mirror my reflection haunts me still With eyes that stare like piercing lasers to maim, and then to kill My spirit left in ashes my kindled soul...

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stone coals aloned in diamond hole what cave shines all the time phrases caught letters aught learn me again word spin hook hook hook looker looked looking hooked hooked hooked time from me shook tremble before me i's says to myself what bookshelf lover love me tree tree tree me i am glass diamond shattering stone coals ?...

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The passion in your breath Your hands upon my flesh Your smell Your fierce gaze Intertwined souls for love My unbound heart beats wildly I fall for your warm essence Your bite of love, hurts so good Tingling of ecstasy A fire the burns violently The wind that makes it grow Your love makes me want more So I dance upon the flame...

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My love burns like hot coals. My eyes burn like hot coals melting into the back of my head. My brain is just liquefying in love I love you. I don't know why I said I didn't. I was alone in Australia. I don't know how I ended up crawling on the moon after a dog. I never know how I get...

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SMOULDERING COALS The sound of logs lying in flames is the clicks of horsemen’s guns drawn back of a bullet prepared; Within soft light they dance silently to their own music of togetherness. Smouldering coals break free and away to continue their glowing conversation with the other breathing companions; Friends were few at first, but as time went by and hundreds hurled themselves to the crowd’s...

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The solid lump of black coal for the some geological reasons have got to long travelling deep into Earth, and gone through lots of pressing, beating and others heavy testings, eventually digged up, polished, labeled, crowned and escorted to pallace as marvelous prince almaz. That is common saga of success in mineral world....

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The sky danced a glimmer of setted sun blue Softly through into the night Like rafters keeping us safe on our path under heaven Trees wove themselves over us Breathing light from coals washed the five gathered faces Flickered in their eyes and over their bodies In the quiet I saw In the south like the waves from beneath the sea One spirit...

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“I am a poet” What words are these That come trembling from my pen? I am a poet? …words I barely comprehend Do I say these words… Do I even dare? Can I with Tennyson, Keats Or Shakespeare ever compare? No . . . but a poet speaks words From their very souls They draw pictures, produce emotions, Bring fire from the coals I am a poet For...

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Loneliness of non-being and, reality, fill up the vessel. I search for the eloquence while, emptiness will be my forte. Countless words are crossing like a promise in milk-white days I gather sunlight through grass leaves. Life had been full of shadows, lengthening, penetrating the tapestry of love. The descent was steep. Coming home I found no...

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Out of his brilliance- lightning bolts of life. After Psalm 18:12...

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All but faded,are sensibilities remainders uncommon to the commonwealth as the richness of feeling become numbing In all it's glory,whether past or present our soul continues forward in the future as ourself eventually, to catch and keep up Navigating the burning coals our predestined fate laid down is the souls trail,we follow cool underfoot,mindful of it's guidance Our journey,is not of this world our destination,ordained from a much higher...

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