Furnaces Poems - Poems about Furnaces

...Too many bruises to recall the story of my scars. Surviving all these disasters: an invaluable blessing. Remaining whole in this jungle where liars, hypocrites, and impostors thrive. ......

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...I converse with my demons. The monologues are endless, Dark confessions on scraps of macabre memories. My mouth stays shut after uttering blasphemies, I terrorize my ghosts with the darkness of m......

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...At the cradle of my nightmares, My future is a horror film, I track my ghosts, Like a junkie in withdrawal. I am a true clandestine calamity, A mass grave of silent suffering, A candelabra of p......

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...I stumbled into a village of gold and brick, The sound of life a chime to the homesick. There are gardens, a butcher, furnaces, Whose warmth seems to ward off the morning mist. Their smiles blo......

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...My demons terrorize my ghosts. With cannabis, I treat the aftermath of my chaotic choices. Irrevocable truths engraved on the indelible scars of my impure soul. I'm still trapped in the same night......

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...I poison myself to endure the torments of my clairvoyant mind, A journey littered with catastrophes and irreversible scars. I chase nightmares I will find in hell, My face drowned in the fleeting ......

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...It's late, lo. I knew that the water I saw was mirage. This is a world where, often, facts and fancies camouflage Depths that seem unfathomable are shallow when measured. Within wombs of tombs tha......

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...Euphoric, I rush to you, Lord, unaware I'm naked. In your presence, my physique and psyche are elated On my way, I trampled them—thus my kith and kin complained. In my mad, single-minded pursuit, ......

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... In love I keep coming back to this place in the hope I'll hear your voice, feel your presence settle the evening and draw closer in the scented air. Already spring has fired the furnaces of......

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...I've wandered many islands, Seen countless shades of blue. But none compare, my friends, to where The glass and lace ring true. Let me paint you a picture, Of Murano's fiery art, An......

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...Bustling town along the seaside, sapphires glitter upon the ocean Buildings made of ivory stones, ruby shingles full of devotion Clock tower of rosette bricks, stand proudly in the centre Chimneys......

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...Strong are her hands, Darkened by summer’s touch, Now pale like ghosts in twilight's hush. Could these be her hands? Did they dip in scented creams By tranquil pleasure pools? Did they bathe ......

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...Does anyone ask a bird to sing or a rose to bloom? Does anyone comfort a butterfly in times of gloom? Reaping nectar is built into a honeybee's instinct. Aren't thoughts and feelings, like chains ......

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...Crossing a sea of bitterness, voids curled beneath my ribs lie hidden, I drank from the cup of vices, chewed on stupidity, laboring in vast fields of error. My mind lay with disillusionment, embrac......

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...I am a child of war, misery, anger and suffering. I grew up with sadness, uncertainty and anxiety. I took refuge in solitude to avoid human bestiality and its hypocrisy. My distress illuminated......

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