Immolated Poems | Examples

Death of a Muse

As cotton clouds fade under blank blackness,
I sigh as stars stare at my moon.
My breathless quill feels no pulse, but it beats,
unable to find admiration for an empty page.

I bleed tears. I've not yet cried like wailing walls,
through expressions with silent connotations,
where my life resembles personified poetry.
But, not all verses are expressed effortlessly,
as my muse's heart is misplaced in mahogany mist.

Once, I used to sprinkle magic over dead roses,
but my chiseled charm is now at war with words,
wandering among weeds in my withering flower garden.

Vinegary rain with sour snow has immolated my vocabulary's flaming blooms,
as memorable metaphors abandon me.
Pierced from thorns worn from a crown of sonnets,
I fear myself when my rhymes feel like childish crimes.
Now I cry without tears, a lifeless poet, 
lost in a paradise of vivid imagery,
but powerless to write verses with substance,
so I let my words rest in peace - deceased.

O Irik

No one is here
In this office room
Without me to feel you lonely

To you and your naive movement
I'm immolated just; I look at your simplicity
And fall in your love

Table, chair, computer, tube-light
Calling bell, daily attendance- nothing is
in my sense of dream but you

In your unadorned face
I find my easy life, the rhyme of the poem
the rhythm of a living song, the current of breaths

No eye can contact you directly
But your wandering whispers to my heart
Where the bell of love rings as
I love you, O Irik


© Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
28/05/2023

Loodicrous

When you wish upon a star,
you’ve immolated, chances are.
Better wish upon the moon;
at least they’ll find your body soon.
But if you wish on Terry’s loo,
then all your dreams may turn to poo.


H/T to Terry Flood's Mission Impassible

My Moonbeam

Moonbeams slide
Control the tide
Guide Oceans apart 
Eco collapsing background 
A shooting star for true dreams
Never has life been so zombie-like
You are your own addict
A mutant destiny

Ocean’s apart odd people aside
Muck with her smile and ill muck with your day

Like and Love pajamas gloves
I love my woman 
She has a set of kick ass legs
She has control over the saints of weakness
I love my woman 
Nothing can wait ineluctable saint
Ocean’s apart odd people aside
Muck with her smile and ill muck with your day
Moonbeams slide
Control the tide
Ocean’s apart, odd people aside
An ECO-collapsing background 
The only immolated truth

Ocean

Moonbeams slide
Control the tide
Guide Oceans apart 
Eco collapsing background 
A shooting star for true dreams
Never has life been so zombie-like
You are your own addict
A mutant destiny

Ocean’s apart odd people aside mess
with her smile and ill mess with your day

Like and Love pajamas gloves
I love my woman 
She has a great set of legs
She has control over the saints of weakness
I love my woman 
Nothing can wait ineluctable saint
Ocean’s apart odd people aside
Mess with her smile and ill mess with your day
Moonbeams slide
Control the tide
Ocean’s apart, odd people aside
An ECO-collapsing background 
The only immolated truth

Arson

they slipped with the lobotomy

red-hot poker in the eye

electrocution grilled her mind


bonfire of insanity

a straight jacket squeezed the last drop of lucidity

but she would not see the light of the day

leeches drank happily in search of blood

swollen and fed up they spilled their prey on her skin

her sugar addiction succumbed to insulin coma

almost ate up the last crumb of resolve


the final straw came when they exorcised her

and satanic verses stirred devilish crosses

to the tune of hymns psalms and insurrection

of flesh body soul and lost Self


she borrowed a lighter and burnt a candle

immolated demons and ghosts of the past

saw luminescence and freedom

set arson to hellish oppression

burnt down the asylum

and decided to be her own crazy warden


25th March 2021

A Meaningful Poem Contest

Sponsor Constance La France

Hiatus

I had a dream to dissolve my body
Into harmony and song. 
Not to be appraised course or consequence,
But the ecstasy for which I long.

I’d seen sparks pique, however, now they taunt
Ere each breath, each glare guts me.
I’ve been left to wonder, will passion pass,
Or will destiny cage the free?

Physical facades that guzzled my breath— 
I loathed am’rous transactions—
Abandoned me gasping, grasping for air.
Throttled, I lay in satisfaction.
 
For today I gazed on as swarms of flies 
Amassed stale, dead to the floor
Induced, I grin, inhale seriatim
Plaguing every lung, every pore.

For salt and terror could never hatch wood,
And doors are never undone.
Time festered and birthed a derisive spring
Which befell the immolated sun.

Slow Death Dissolution

When the repellant acid rain came,
the silica image gloomed darkly
into sobbing disintegration

Embers of flickering hope
smouldered deep in the heart of despair
Passion dying to be re-ignited,
only sparked
a saline immolated tearful incineration

Distance was a skeleton key,
overcoming temporal relativity
was a spatial mistake
Stretch marks of lost time ... 
candles snuffed 
on the anniversary cake
Emotional composure
had an elasticity expiration due date

Hardening of the arteries — 
love can’t flow in a vacuum
Premature, incubated promises
won’t grow in a dark room

Umbilical desires
got an ultrasound hole cut in the chest
Covers unturned ... 
pillow sighs smothered a feeble breath

Bosom reasons for embracing neglect
is a mirage yearning
Borrowed time is an unrequited debt,
paid by the spurning

When the Venus rains came,
the mirror image burned brightly ...
then disappeared,      ever    so    slowly

Death of an icy love affair, 
dissolved
in glacial, decomposed fashion — 
As misty, crypt wails
ascend in the deserted air

Dance of the Black Flame

It was the most unnatural fire
rising from the ancient pit of souls
It ascended from the deepest abyss
Flickering images of unspeakable woes
To say it was not of this world
would be an outrageous understated call
Dante himself could not have imagined
the horrific scenes burned into the ashen walls
A black flame undulating,
an unearthly fire possessing no heat
Black flames rhythmically moving,
consuming souls who immolated willingly
It beckons you to come closer,
even closer to it's pitch black hue
It wants to taste your mortality,
it wants to burn all the life inside of you
You don't want to witness
the dance of the black flame
You don't want to hear the wails
from the bottomless depths where they came
Its origin is unknown,
its makers have since long gone
What was the purpose, you'll never know
because the black flames are getting to close
Get back to your spaceship,
flee and don't ever return
Destroy all the recorded images;
or you will spread the black flame,
unleashing it from its cosmic urn

Joan of Arc Memorials

I used to live in France, near the Champagne region.
My favorite Notre Dame cathedral is not the one in Paris;
Rather it is Notre Dame de Rheims.

After many battles, Jeanne D'Arc helped the Dauphin Charles
Be crowned the king of France there.

There are many statues in France of Jeanne D'Arc.
Most of them show her riding a horse with sword held high.
I've see that image in many Places in the north.

My favorite statue of her is in Notre Dame de Rheims.
She looks to be standing a vigil in her armor
With her battle flag posted behind her.

I've also been to Place Jeanne D'Arc in the city of Rouen,
Where the British tormented, interrogated, and immolated her.
It didn't look like a sad place, but I felt sad there for her.

I don't know if she really heard angelic voices,
But her story always inspired me--
Probably the only non-Biblical saint that ever did.

Tibetans Inside Tibet

Tibetans,
Burning, 
The flames everywhere.
One, two, three.......
Already self-immolated,23.
How many sparks will be?
Hundreds or thousands,
Maybe even more....

Gunfire,
Tibetans shot down, 
One after another.
Now
Twelve Tibetans lie down in the blood,
Their bodies wrenched away
Never back.

Caught
To the jail.
An eagle snatching a sparrow.
Never to be seen again 
Or seen crippled
Handicapped, an invalid.

Tibetans
In invisible manacles,
Surrounded by a metre wall.
Even for one step, bound.
Tibetans,
Unseen and unheard by
The world.

The pain
Only Tibetans can feel.
The words 
Only Tibetans can hear.
The blood
Only Tibetans can see.
Because
It happens underground,
Where the world
Does not look.

My Sister Gertrude

New Years began this year
Amid global poisoning

Gertrudes’s skirt began to burn
At the edges

Sirens blared, and some attempt
At presidential communication
Seemed comical

Leaping to my sister from being
Immolated....... prevented the President's
Message connecting

I may seem slow at this verse

                     The end trends to drift slow

                                                    The end trends

                                                                        To drift slow

11/08/11

Oriflame

Oh! vagrant life, your motive unknown,
for what do you acknowledge me? 
and why am i a pawn?
why fix un-broken entity's?
why lead to deep desire?
and overpowering uncertainty
through all vanity,  yet to be..' 
immolated in eternity's fire.."

How To Build a Spaceship

I rode a rocket past the moon,
I walked the face of Mars,
And when I tired of the Milky Way,
I took off for the stars:
Alpha Centuari -- Sirius--
Then on, through Galaxies
I rode my spaceship everywhere
--but only in my dreams.
For it was a world of atom bombs,
The Missile Crisis--the Berlin Wall--
Of immolated Buddhist monks
Who protested freedom's fall--
It was a world where spyplanes flew
Across uncharted skies,
and where, because of fear, we grew
to believe convenient lies.
"Not because it's easy,
but because it's hard," I heard --
John Kennedy sent the challenge out
-- and we acted on his word:
we built the world's best spaceship 
with more than steel its frame,
not alone by mere  technology
but fueled by an Eternal Flame
That illumined our dark tomorrows  
and could not be forgot:
we built our spaceship with the blood
of the King of Camelot.

To the Lamb

Eternal glory to the Lamb.
That whom brought eternal peace.
Eternal glory to The Lamb.
That whom brought eternal peace.

We worship you,we exalt you.
Your is the glory,forever amen
We worship you,we exalt you.
forever glory amen Lord Jesus.
We worship you, we exalt you.
¥our is the glory,for centuries amen.

Jesus Christ King of glory.
The Holly Lamb who was immolated.
Eternal peace and love,
You are so merciful, amen, amen.

We worship you , we exalt you.
Your is the glory, forever amen.
We worship you, we exalt you.
forever glory, amen Lord Jesus.
We worship you,we exalt you.
Your is the glory,for centuries amen.

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