Flames Poems - Poems about Flames

Flames Where do we stand at night? For there is no answer in the light. Darkness hovers over me In the mirror, there is nothing to see. Above us are flames dancing in the sky. Everything we believe in, is just a lie. Six feet deep, I will remain. Let the lightning strike, for I...

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From ashes and scars, she rises high, A heart once broken, now touches the sky. Each pain a lesson, each tear a flame, Fuel to the fire, igniting her name. A mask she wears, but her eyes reveal, The storm within that’s learning to heal. Bravery blooms where fear once lied, Now wings of a phoenix, she spreads open wide. Alone but fierce,...

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excited dad and son jazzed for vacation fun drive up the winding road see nature's grace bestowed finding dreams and desire burned by forest fire...

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Frozen flames hide between the pages of every forgotten memory, I leaf through them like a treasure seeker through silent sands, censoring events of the past like falling stars, I dive deep into the painting on the wall, a portal to another world, each blink feels like an eternal echo of unwritten love, yet on that mysterious night, I found...

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first love never dies its flames rage loose in the wind ashes smolder still as fire rampages untamed scorching fragile hearts blue-black...

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Wild daydreams have faded into mainstreams; Pretty please someone pinch me free. Flames twofold a piece of art to behold; Human nature lead me home, roam! Strong rainbows, they cannot fail to compose! Maybe if I sleep they’ll build willed. Smiles rising with the Sun at dawn shining; I blink into a new chance, dance! ...

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Love can be a fire raging out of your control With passion leaping higher everyday. Love can be a candle in the darkness of a soul, Just enough to help you on your way. Over years, too many tears will drown out any flame. Perhaps you can re-light it but it’s never quite the same. If you want your love to...

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Knew of this fellow named Wilber His body parts were a little off kilter Whenever he laughed Flames shot out his ass Carried around his own fire extinguisher ...

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P e a c e is a language spoken between healing bougainvilleas and bleeding begonias, dripping dews of hope through simple gestures~ like specks of sapphire dust from stars sparkling amidst bed-shaped clouds, crawling through the horizon many miles away, stretching beyond the fogginess that veils clarity, stirring the anchored odyssey to sail through twisted tides of turquoise, facing the harshness of reality like a mistress of sky and sea~ u n b r e a...

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I sense a change of temperature in your embrace  oh  angel of mine seems like  you dropped your helo at the doors  of my heart   So hypnotized  stick in the middle of burning paradise  on your lips i taste the distance what used  to burn bright now heart filled worries of it fleeting existence did...

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Alas, Brisk Candles Dine, Endlessly Fleeting Graceful Horizons In Just, knowing Lies May Never Own Promptly Quilting, Reasons Stiffening Tomorrow Uncovering Voracious Winds Xenial Yielding Zenith....

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Written: January 16, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Sara Kendrick ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ When I'm aged echoes utter to unfold, I recall a time that was brief as flame, Humming of lapsed whispers reckon my...

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In mountain fog, it stands alert A guide with flames of blue Where lost souls wander, still unhurt It shows them pathways new Each ghostly wisp around its neck (One hundred eight in count) Helps spirits cross the final trek Beyond life's mortal mount Its eyes, like...

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Gone to the flames is my love for her, What’s left are only charred remains, Gone to the flames are the flowers blooming in my meadow, What’s left is the strewn ashes in my chamber. I poured my love into a vessel, It drained into nothingness, Something else had a pride of place in her, The social space had a hold on...

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Scents of burnt embers flowing over my windowsills Charred are the palm tree fronds that once fanned the breeze Seized are the pods, timbers Torches sparking shrills Behold the ashes drifting as they fall from my smoke-sooted skies O but in b 'tween choking and tearing eyes ...

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