Hearth Poems - Poems about Hearth

Soot seeking old embers; long extinguished— flames ...

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In the cozy inn by the fire's warm glow Lies a woman's body, lifeless and cold Her hair splayed out, like flames in the hearth But no fire could warm her, not even in death The guests all gather, hushed whispers abound As they try to make sense of this tragedy profound Who could have done such a heinous crime? In this...

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KEY: H: Heart h: hearth h: I can see footsteps coming close to me a mile away but if they stand in front of me, the noise will be blinding. h: I stand flat-footed on my bedboard perpendicular to my body. Beyond my pane, are the viewpoints on...

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How could I have known, How could I have seen? I listened, but I didn't hear, We dreamt of different dreams. And now it seems the end is near, And all we feel is pain. The mask of strength has disappeared, Empty, we remain. Time will pass, and time will clear, If you and I were meant to be. No room for love when hearts...

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It ought to light up my being With the color and passion Of its crisp, browning magic It ought to bring the sounds Of fire crackle, warm abrasions And unlimited clinks to hearths Of every size and flavor It ought to turn down the heat Turn up the chill And turn on the love It ought to renew our sense Of joy, togetherness and those We wish...

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Life is about priorities Home, heath, and family...

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Heart our hearth, where the love flame burns It’s a fire without smoke Behold how bliss magnetism churns Ego to death does choke By being self-aware Under God’s loving care Bliss currents take the chair Bubbling mirth Heart our hearth 04-April-2022 Quietus ...

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Hestia, the Greek goddess, Has a veil on her head ...

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Her laughter is all seasons: It is the April rain that trickles like a fugue Down the twisted branches of the laburnum. It is the sparkling rill that rushes gaily From the first bite of a summer strawberry. It is the incense mist that dances volute Through the golden leaf of the temple forest. It is the sleepy smoke that rises softly From...

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I wanted to give you the poppies field and the stars, the blue vault, but full of love, shy, and clumsy, I gave you a rose in a jar instead. I wanted to give you precious stones, beautiful pearls, but full of love, quiet, in the evening, I gave you only warm kisses instead. I wanted to give you the trees and the...

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The Warmth of a Winters Dinner David J Walker The blackened cast-iron caldron Sat on the stove burner waiting for The task to begin the water and the low flame taking its time all day to claim a winters meal It would begin in the morning with onion joined by carrots and celery Chopped on the butcher's block In bite-sized portions Adding...

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As the crickets fiddled in the tall dark grass and the bats swept through the sky, I sat in front of my chiminea, feeding the flames dead twigs and dried leaves. Cross-legged in my beach chair, with a salty paperback and a bowl of shelled peanuts at my feet, I sat under the towering twin oaks that stood like...

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Ruled by the cold past, An empty hearth in my soul still belongs to you....

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An Ode To The Hearth Everything born is birth Anything dies is dead Nothing ever really changes Because nothing is new Life is given This same life is taken. Emptied dreams Emptied hopes and aspirations At the river Styx eternally floats. Lukewarm; of what is hot And of what is cold? Man's infinitesimal problems Take all his times, for human life is Indeed vain and...

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