Flame Poems - Poems about Flame

When fate blows out my candle and the flame dances like a ballerina at dusk, I will listen to the secret whispers of the wind, spinning tales of long ago, Neither prayers will halt this departure, nor tears will tame The ephemeral gesture of destiny that has secretly woven the web that now envelops me. I will dedicate an...

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Since the dawnlight carved my shape from flame/ I have worn your slander like a crown of ash/ You whisper my name like sin, like shame/ But none have known exile on a scale this vast/ They crave my silence, a spectral fade/ But I blaze in defiance, unswayed, unmade/ What crime? My creation? To stand alone/ Bearing the blunt edge of...

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Thou anointed, modest love, Bears in it honesty of a hornet’s sting, Wherein cherubs startle in awe and sing - Wherein tender love does spring: Be unto thee. Whose summer’s casted gaze is naught for mere splendor, In thy abundant spring, Let no gaze of delight cease. And thy heart burned incense, Where gifts of mercy came known, A sacred flame, For love alone. And in thy...

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Where the heat meets the flame I don't care for love... don't care for much, You've taken away everything... with your filthy touch I don't feel your pain... though blood pours like rain I'll meet you there... where the heat meets the flame These chains hold me down... Bind me in place This evil haunts me in my dreams, with his stone cold face Don't ever let...

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Love was once a wild fire, a living flame igniting every touch with the brightness of night, We spoke in warmth, in whispered desires, with hearts beating wildly and hands tracing the fire’s path, But love is not meant to remain a flame, not a spark that burns and flickers always the same, It softens, deepens, learns to...

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For ten long years, I left no trace— No words, no cries, no names to blame. But now the silence stirs again, And finds its shape beneath the flame. They whispered truths that weren’t mine, And carved in air what never was. Not once they knocked, nor saw within— They spoke in masks, without a pause. Their eyes were fog, their voices sharp, Their...

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Words by: Arthur Vaso Excerpt from his poem entitled: She Red, the vibrancy of the rose, hidden. The little garden smiles after the rain, filled and full of compassion she is my sanity in a world that has gone insane. She is my sunrise when sunsets are only,.. Flames ! ***** A beautiful sunset flames the...

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[Verse 1] I came from silence, came from smoke From roads that never stayed the same From days that faded into dust And nights I didn’t bother to name I wasn’t reaching for a sign Wasn’t hoping much at all But something brushed across my soul And made me pause, made me fall [Pre-Chorus] It wasn’t loud, it wasn’t clear Just something burning somewhere near [Chorus] I took...

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I slept at the foot of the mountain, There’s cheese in the trap waiting, Bait out the prey, Counting out every second it’s taking. Haven’t ate in several days, In a week. Listen for the snap, Now there’s dinner in the trap waiting. I forgot my second language, Guess I have nothing worth saying. Thank god for...

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I had a dream last-night Well more like a vision In a temple I awoke and A guardian monk to me He spoke. We have been waiting for You. He said to me yes in my vision my eyes were Open but I was half asleep. The monk handed me a candle with A flame a small but bright flame, a flickering Flame bright...

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at first we thought that everyone feels how bliss magnetism consciousness heals but then we realised not all souls embrace God’s benign bliss hum as offerings of grace we now walk alone nodes within aflame recognising pulse dual as but a divine game ego identity vaporised light of Self is revealed we’ve been and so seen power God does wield...

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Gust Slow wind Tortoise walks Never reaching Owls howl, night falls Shells protect but kill too Roots deep, not brittle Wildfire burns within me River flows without future Yet it keeps on moving, flowing Yet it keeps on moving, flowing Raindrops fall knowing fate Still they come, soft and fierce Foxes mark the night’s edge Silent, cold and waiting Life and death entwined Hope flickers on Wind and fire Fight on Alive...

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f~ l~~ a~~~ m~~~ e ~~~~ of deep longing~~~~~~ I love you~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ bright~~~~~~~~~~~~ clear~~~~~~~ delight~~~ ever~~~ l~~~~ o~~~ v~~ e~...

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Discipline is not the gash, it's the flame you agree to reside beside. It requires the band to be held taut tight, in an unrelenting challenge of will. It is not the strength of demands that keeps it switched on, but resilience in wake of striving. Having compassion for slips of self is not surrender nor judgmental. It's the little gives that firms the grip to tug in light of flame....

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Unexpectedly, I heard she was still alive. She had been living (as a flame), in a room I had made for her in my mind. I had kept her there tucked away, sedated and forever young. Now I hear she is alive, though a little arthritic, and living in Sussex with four cats. Of course, the affair must now cease. The fantasy cauterized, her body...

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