Fahrenheit Poems - Poems about Fahrenheit

Fahrenheit in Blue David J Walker The place of sons and Sons of daughters A sky unwilling to rend its lights Blue is its morning pallor A rusted yarrow Of Fahrenheits Blue lens and leans in clear Blue blocked in Eyes and ice Blue washed in murky waters Of Rectitude and sacrifice The blue night reveals its stars the moon is...

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I sat in the high chair with my legs crossed grasping for fresh air, perspiration is running down my dry face and my back is soaked with grace. The musky smell of the closet room backed me up into a corner and choking the dignity out of me. I look upon the roof to seek...

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Have you wondered why the sun's so far away Coz any closer, on a Florida beach, you'd use words profane You'd fry like a lobster Like a deep red monster The heat at 120º Fahrenheit gives one inexplicable pain...

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F ire desire lovingly aspire delicious degrees A s if a heated arousing embrace is not enough H as a heart beat ever been an entrusted agreement R eflections of a haunted passion E ncrusted in mint N othing I need more except the warmth of her bosom against my cheek H ot as the evening is in this 500°...

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The high (?) today was minus seven Fahrenheit That's ridiculous, it's a matter of fight or flight To some place more civilized Where my body's not paralyzed From November to May it's a constant fight...

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Now, books made of pulp are amusing antiques; We people who buy them are all hopeless geeks. We don't need to waste any wood when instead We can access the Web whilst we lie there in bed. So, why are we still killing trees without end When all that a writer must do is press "send"? I don't understand lumber mills...

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This verse has syllables: 4, 5, 1 (Pattern of syll.’s: 4, 5, 1, 4, 5, 1, etc.) Firemen burning Books without a care Hmm… Four fifty one Degrees burn its proof! – Naught! The books, priceless With knowledge and words Typed, But left unread, In a creative… Way Guy Montag is A unique fireman… He Worked for ten years – WATCHED The pages scorch Aflame with pleasure – He’s Bad to the...

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451 degrees Fahrenheit The temperature at which paper burns The flaming fire The orange, red, and yellow colors blazing The smoke that surrounds the flames The same flames that are burning the pages of books Along with the houses they are in The people just standing there Doing absolutely nothing Watching their possessions turn to ashes And their house burn to the ground As the firemen...

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