Dark Firework Poems

The smell of fresh baked cakes keeps floating in the air and daylight burst through the sky spilling coffee latte on the roof and I...

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thin moon hangs in the blurring light
when the red tape of work ends 
day's end
before darkness darts onto idling pillows

a too slight shine to navigate...

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Bang!
fireworks
explode in
the pitch dark sky
a kaleidoscope
of bright sparkles
fall to earth
with a
bang
...

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There is no need for a hug at the end of the night
Because there is no light in our hearts from you

With eyes that are...

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Dusk
they flock
and see sparks
light up brilliant
colorful fireworks
in darkest dark ; red, white,
and blue as our star and strips
waves in the chill air arousing,
flickering a blaze...

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Gathering, waiting
As dusk settles near,
Patiently anticipating 
To watch and to hear

The first shooting spark
To utter a boom,
And fill up the dark
With a crackling bloom

Familiar faces...

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Lights flip on.
Flopping to the aeropress.
Measuring my morning cuppa
fresh coffee grinds,
stirred in my mind
with cream.
Filling pill boxes.
Reading poetry,
writing poetry,
as I glance up
every blue moon
to the...

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Sitting on a pew
Grilling and skew
Cravings that streak
Gravy of the mountain peak.
Sauces and condiments laid
Sprinkled, dashed and said
Vegetables, meat and bread
Cooked, baked and knead.
Reserving, consuming...

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January…new year, new me.
Met you and now I’m happy. 
We watched the ball drop and kissed at midnight.


My February Valentine
hearts and flowers because you’re mine
as...

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Hit 'em up!  Hit 'em up!
Up, out and away

Singles, doubles, triples
and of course, the Big Bombay!

Snitker stoically managing from
the dugout
Ron Washington on third and...

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The summer night skies light up with fire,                           showing off fireworks and...

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I am here to tell a story,                  ...

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--Reapers Dreams--

Met the grim reaper in my dreams. Tried to put it on pause and he used a chainsaw to hack off my legs.

Death always...

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We struggled along damp, smoke-filled streets;
leaves still summer green, 
a chilly breeze rustling some, turned golden early 
in anticipation of the fall.
Neil at one end...

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july celebrates
noises in the lighten dark
fires crackers blown
 
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fire sparks and dark
celebrations freedoms shown
crackles, pops, snaps

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skies torrent hotspots
noises in the lit up skies 
celebrates the...

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