Fumed Poems - Poems about Fumed

... Born orphan, the torture of her stepmother and stepsisters shaped the fairy tale Cinderella with fire, the ember girl, who didn’t dream seeing the dormant love bloom, but seethed within to tak......

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...The elderly Elmer Brown dwelled alone, like a solitary tree on a hill, Loving quiet, glazed life still, in burgundy, sunset moments of until. A widower, Elmer Brown had generations of off......

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...From the inside of music I looked out far The sky was cloudy, preparing for rain Sir Rattle on the Mezzo played Sir Elgar The air fumed sour like the dead champagne I went for the memories, to s......

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...Lester sat in Lisa’s café that morn, his eyes mindlessly staring out the door, it was July of 1889, and new work young Lester now had to find. He’d left Jud’s ranch when he refused to pay, did......

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...The Crow’s Eye The man had a good life in his house in the woods Never to worry Never to grief Perfectly content Him and his family worked together They built the barn The house All handm......

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...He walked into the dusty saloon, maybe an hour after high noon, his face still smooth with the touch of youth, eyes dead-set on seeking out the truth. He saw him there, two men at his side, lo......

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...The peacock and the owl had met along the way One might not think at all they’d have something to say The peacock, lush in plume ......

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... Yesterday, sociable sun embellished, desires of my poetic garden heart. Spreading sweet scents of serenity, elegantly and enchantly, echoing, vivid visions from my vibrant vocabulary, but, s......

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...Chetta Achara wrote a blog about Mount St. Helens. The volcano erupted in May 1980 and Chetta was a witness. I hope you read her blog. It inspired my poem. I saw ash on the highway 6 months later......

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... I cannot continue seeing you in that condition; drunk and broken down living on fumed promises. How dare she hold your heart in her poisoned hands, not caring if you die or if you live ......

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... He whittled away A very large branch That in 6,000 days Was part of his ranch Yet not just the branch Or a tree or two He whittled a forest Full, through and through For this man and kn......

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...Where the white gnaws a brook, black Ash trees sink waist high in a smoking frost. My coat is a rook's shadow. I need to thaw a fumed silhouette, warm my breath from old body embers. A......

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... A bosom friend, an old woman and spinster, Is a god-mother of auntie and uncle; Chosen as their god-parent two years ago, On their wedding at church in San Francisco, A famous nuptial…I do ho......

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...honeybees in sun hover through hours like honey red gold and green blooms faceted stained fields fragrant like fumed fantasies flaunting like fashions hypnotizing hum hot high noon activit......

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...I was a daydreamer and stargazer, who eagerly awaited calm nights of glitter, Like blue skies warily turning pink, plum and red, as orange sun sinks, bitter. I grew familiar with diverse constell......

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