Furnace Poems - Poems about Furnace

Furnace

Some people said they loved to link biscuits 
   and something and some other cookies of the woods 
   and the blissful sweet and nice waters- but felt not 
   to go into the berkery now or perhaps-
     I said congratulations brother, blessed be the

Furnace

Some people said they loved to link biscuits 
   and something and some other cookies of the woods 
   and the blissful sweet and nice waters- but felt not 
   to go into the berkery now or perhaps-
     I said congratulations brother, blessed be the

Furnace Of Affliction

We go to hardship
We go to shame and defame
To gain salvation.

Environmental Sanitation By the Rich

They're played but a ridiculous role,
Rather giving the thing a long pole:
I tell you bleeding many a heart:
One could see their billions in a cart!
At the cities' garbage glances stole,
Their hearts quite hard the blackest charcoal:
That's never a way to in wealth bask,
Leaving what partly should be one's task.
To who wants them to make it

Life On the Other Side

Ever wondered what the life after death journey on the other side would be?
Are we off to the land of milk and honey or doomed for a life of excruciating pain and misery?

Is Heaven really as beautiful as they say?
Where your loved ones await you patiently each and every day?
Where children laugh and dance and

The Fiery Furnace

In the book of Daniel there is a story told
The story of Shadrach, Meshach, and Abed-Nego
King Nebuchadnezzar made a decree
At the sound of the music, fall down and worship the gold idol or you will see
A fiery furnace  will be your fate
Get on your knees before it's too late

Shadrach, Meshach, and Abed-Nego refused to

Turn On the Furnace

Don't turn on the furnace yet it's only early November
If we can make it lets wait till December
Wear some fussy socks for your feet
A woolen cap on your head as you sleep
Sweaters and scarfs and mittens too
Cuddling under a blanket for two
We got to do what we got to do
Dang the Inflation of twenty twenty

Of An Ebony Hued Mid-Summer Night Dream: Apropos of We Kings, Queens, and the Fiery Furnace

OF AN EBONY HUED MID-SUMMER NIGHT DREAM
(Apropos of We Kings, Queens, and The Fiery Furnace)

Indeed, this is a day the Lord has made:-
Considering last night’s revelation dreaming,
Waking up into this day the Lord has made,
I must enjoy and be glad for being still vertical.

Although “The Great Dream” may have been deferred,
Indeed, it has not been

A Pleasant Autumn Day

Autumn has come and the golden sun
                           Which shines in the garden today
                

Seeking Peace In the Land of Furnace

Long I've grovelled
Plainly I've waited
To see the rising fire
and finally get lifted

Far from incandescent mind
Betrayed by sight 
but in honoured scent
I felt the blazing horizon 

Trekk i did to closer comforts
In seeking peace from rising red
To accept the calm in orange overtones
Finding purpose in the perceived chaos

What is it about a furnace 
That welcomes dread?

The

Summer Sun, As If I'M In Burning Furnace

Dhaka city
under the temperate zone of the earth
my favorite city

the ultramodern buildings
there grow step by step,
two sides are full of bricks walls of palace
I'm pedestrian in them

Oh! The summer sun
nowadays
becomes very cruel

It fires
the building walls
though rainy season sets in
there's no meeting of rain drops,
no gentle weather

It seems
I'm backing pizza in the burning furnace,
summer sun burns

Atrophy

She'd had her round in Life's blighting furnace,
Where stealthy wear and age blurred her face.
Dents shot where dreamy dimples had grown,
Lightning smiles usurped by involuntary frown.  

In her livelier turns by Midas' glowing shores,
She galloped and gleamed like grated brass. 
Time’s grim cankers fell on the rarefied feast
Of the cutest eye ever cast on

Draft Horse In the Furnace

Most pain comes from something we've lost
like a life or a love- or a favorite dog
how to deal with the harshness of ghosts, 
we plow on
we must plow on.

Will you crawl to a cave and wither away
or sit in the sun - repair wings of your faith
do you search for things to fill in the

Furnace Body

Burning inside
I know my will to survive will never die
My alliance is with God
No, not one of our enemies will survive
They will run and hide and try
But i promise you
Fire will purge through their pitch black insights
Yes it will be a time for them to completly die
And turn to ashe from the inside
Burning inside
Can you

Furnace Song

Whene'er it doth seem the fierce tempest rage -
Know thee then beloved, anon sails thy double wage.
Be thou gay in cruellest wind that doth blow -
For exercised therein thy strenght is blessed to grow.

Thy wit
Is as gold
That through most cruellest
Heat
must go.
Take ahold
Of thy mustard faith.
The throne awaits
He that will be brave...

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