Combustion Poems - Poems about Combustion

I’ve always dreamed of painting with fire— lash the canvas with embers, watch the smoldering orange spread, chasing white into flame— before my chaos dies into silence. It feels natural, this need to see my art burn— they’re not complete, not before the charred ink is bathed in heat. I paint with alcohol then ignite— so my work is no longer just raven lines on pale...

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We go on burning fossil fuel thinking that nature we can fool. No lessons do we seem to learn as more and more carbon we burn. Despite seeing climate warming the see-o-two we’re still dumping. More water vapour in the air begins to add to our despair. The rain is pouring more and more and so we have flooding galore. And now...

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Make a resolution you know you will keep Think deep Create a goal you seek Let it be something to fulfill At will Think and plan Carefully work towards at your demand Follow through You know what you need to do Resolutions can be made or broken The words have spoken What you decide is what you provide A resolution is something that will always reside. ...

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The morning dew is shaping my existence Cold doesn’t describe the darkness of this place The streets here aren’t lined with gold Creating new wounds, pouring salt into the old Eat me, rip me open and apart You’re like watching a vulture working hard to perfect his art If we burst into flames, it’s to reshape our existence I can go...

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There is internal combustion Waiting in my heart To trigger and blow me to smithereens It pulsates when people get mean with each other Lashing out, screaming unkind things, Threatening and intimidating others. I can no longer watch the news Because of the horribleness of it Because it hurts me Blowing my heart to smithereens...

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burning love makes a heart turn into spontaneous combustion fiery flames ignited by friction of two lovers who cannot live without the other skin so hot at the touch engulfing souls who become welded as one...

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tactic twain trudging eerie earth moaning gaunt goddesses grooving per punctured feelings on hoisted hankerings seeped'n salient scrunchies then mystic metamorphosis by bully bewitched callous crest castrating foil fates fostering: fighting fortune furiously nocturnal nature spilled callous chaos's combustion war met leisure. 20:01:08:10:08 ~Note~ Inspired by Rosalind, Celia and Touchstone's arguments about Fortune and Nature as goddesses. I thereby present a fight between...

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Combustion Burning Fire chemically ignited light, heat, and smoke the burning blaze infernal inferno 8/3/19 Written by James Edward Lee Sr.2019©...

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the combustion of combinations of created An angle of a candle in a demi flux should not be mistaken for tooth floss, cherry pickers, or ironing boards. For the numerous numbers of numerals note noticeable nuances of a nought. And a nought is not a neem or a norm so always string baubles in appropriate fashion...

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Stuck on the runway Held by chains, eager to fly Your feet are burning From all the yearning you will Spontaneously combust...

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Twin flames find each others fire inside. Feet soles walk on coals without pain. Flames lick at their legs scorching heat. Lava rises from depth of their being. Deep penetration of burning desire stokes fire. Such intensity eventually leads to spontanious combustion....

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A fragrant vagrant isn't a bad thing it is wise to fill a dolly bag with silver coins. Drooping dressing doopy doggy draperies draped. Cabal cable carnage. How not so idyllic. And a two ton carriage of bees could never really do the twisting dance at a disco. Such is the heavyweight marathon. Stomp swim....

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Mildew mops are prevalent only in oily sandstorms. Ah, said the furry scorpion the witche's brew has collapsed causing wisdom from the inner triangular arc. When racing with ducks pay no heed to flapping as water can be corroded from a single feather clap. Frisking in a fragile petal isn't really an issue as arrival...

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Spontaneously Spontaneous Combustion Was a defiant tyrant never reliant or compliant Had not contemplated or mass educated but under-inflated Football and is the greatest fib and story ever told And what will be in far off future about to unfold. So I am sort of surreptitiously becoming suspicious Can there actually be a thing you could call competitious And if it looks...

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Atmosfera sniffs An asphyxiating smoke Coming from a secret Fireplace – not a single spark Is to be seen She naturally searches For the bonfire left scorching By campers in the surviving forest That grew and selfishly devoured The entire sylvan dales And commands her soaring clouds To scan the flaming, smoking Spots on the earth and, straightaway, To spray extinguishing showers For them to cool down and shiver But,...

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