Combusts Poems - Poems about Combusts

... I Am a TITAN, Solar Helmet Steady I Am a Golden Phenom of Self Mastery, Burning Bright, I Am a Diamond Soul of Opulence Rising in Hyperborean Confidence, I Am Heaven Blessed and Royally Au......Read the rest...

...soft light waves within a heart of crystalline rays the darkness abates- bright vision of flame combusts angel orbs dispel the haze ......Read the rest...

...The sun blowtorches its way into the water, fragments, and the bottom is an aqua sky webbed by white-hot lightning. Here and there, legs hang like halved mannequins disappearing into a squi......Read the rest...

... The story behind this poem The curiosity of many of my readers (many of them women) was excited in my previous poem ‘Passion in Black and White’ POTD 6 March. They wanted to know m......Read the rest...

...Viking, Viking burning bright, on a pyre in the night, though the wind howls and bites, this funeral is out-of-sight! Through the cold and falling snow, on the lake your fire glows, the ships......Read the rest...

...Heed then the touch of certainty That mellows in uncertainty There is a strange reason why change Fabricates an odd feeling strange Embrace the conflict that confronts As soul and mind a......Read the rest...

...Love is a blanket whose thick crocheted threads coat the heart in warmth, Swaddling the being of essence in comfort of a chair which rocks back and forth. To and fro goes the heart's flow away an......Read the rest...

...The sun will shine brighter tomorrow when... If you’re thinking meek is weak, you might be wrong. We all know "peace and love" kind of people. Check out their fuel you will learn that they’re stro......Read the rest...

...Triggered by his love strung bow A love song of colours of the rainbow Hides the winged assassin’s precision For when one does fall in love It’s from cupid’s blessings above Fired by love’s un......Read the rest...

...soak up the side streets of Montmartre, Paris, Pigalle on Boulevard de Clichy class less art combusts then drips - street beggars & tourists cant writer Rubbish pastes lace traceries a......Read the rest...

...She storms into the room there is fire in her eyes and thunder in her step rage rumbling reckless She's livid a live wire of fire charged She's on the move To punish Is it a rumor or reality......Read the rest...

... This worrying view Today on earth Is it the end of life For all it's worth An angry sky Overhead Cold blues Atmosphere dead Clouds of gas From interstellar space Stratosphere ......Read the rest...

...A Sonnet for Jayne O,'Tis such a rare and beauteous thing Amidst the turmoil,who can explain That which inspires a man's soul to sing, Or to reflect its light in loud refrain. Were the stars so ......Read the rest...

...It scorches; it sears It burns in the veins It maddens; it deranges It gives exquisite pains It entices; it provokes It lures to its lair It boils; it combusts It lays the heart bare It consumes;......Read the rest...

...I need to trust Before everything combusts I try my best But then there's another test I need to quit thinking the worst Or we will be hurt Trust is a hard thing That it sometimes feels like a bee st......Read the rest...