Flinty Poems - Poems about Flinty

... Saints and Sinners The smile is broad But the heart is bile an outstretched hand is birthed from a saintly pouch But alas, such as richly coated but with a shortened desire A frail......Read the rest...

... Brimstone throats burned, before bursting into combustible myths. Dragons were effigies, deeply scorched into hearts. Forever became extinct, it became, the lick of a decaying fire. Smoke b......Read the rest...

...A sip of the elixir that invigorates the soul. The euphoria that it gives calms the nerves. A fuel of one's enthusiasm to face a new day. Waker of one's slumbering blood. Like a burning sunri......Read the rest...

...“There is a mine for silver     and a place where gold is refined. Iron is taken from the earth,     and copper is smelted from ore.   M......Read the rest...

...Inevitable death defines afterlife - deux Flinty stones figuratively rolling inside whooping out that primal binaural beat of your drum ma mind haphazardly ricocheting axon to neuron induci......Read the rest...

...My shadowy quondam radiated a crimson hue was alive and moving now it is a ghost emotionless colorless and lethargic a heart rimmed with marigolds the sharp color of bloody mul......Read the rest...

...DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVE EMOTIONAL ISSUES I was born in a land far, far away called... home. Not yet still-born. A place of iced mountain mazes, that were once warm, like an oasis of blessings,......Read the rest...

...We stagger on the slopes heading home We had been bar friends and home could be anywhere in between As long as little comfort settled in, home we were This time, in the crack of dawn, Rudely woke......Read the rest...

...The light in my life has slowly sputtered out What began as a flinty spark of infatuation, Flounders in ever-growing feelings of doubt. First I thought about nothing but the sensations......Read the rest...

...Those who would aim to prevent one another without incredulity. A mighty civilization afflicted by filth and plagued by calamity. A mystical state of unhappiness that typically lasts......Read the rest...

...the edge of town arrives quickly you hang an inscrutable left only to discover one beat-up clapperboard hulk hanging over tall corn as if time and land-wrecked it or you drive to the end of a......Read the rest...

...A valley of hope stares up at hills of despair where shuttered cottages groan despite the fresh air Flowers bloom down below in neat garden beds bright-colored lilies grow flinty......Read the rest...

...Dragons with their brimstone throats burned millions before bursting into combustible myths. Did we once make fire or did the fire make us? Burning, burning, burning until ‘forever’ became e......Read the rest...

...Hs worn hands, they tell a story -- The furrows where his trusty saw rested The closed wounds from rusty nails The bent fingers from flinty hammer blows The swollen redness from carrying me......Read the rest...

...sometimes I wish to cut myself open just to see what is hidden inside how lucky I am even Jack the Ripper would bypass me that's how lucky I am but I wish to see what am I made of what's so he......Read the rest...