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This man was running quick and others like him
chased by a ferocious bull
Many others men and women were doing the same
but so many didn't pull
Through, people were just screaming and shouting
Scared but running still
Every year a lot of people come to this village
or town in Spain and do this just for a thrill
I can't understand why they risk their lives
so foolishly doing this sort of thing
Many people get serious injuries and some get
killed while others to life barely cling
I feel so sorry for the poor bull too that sometimes
gets butchered because it doesn't stay clear
In Spain we know that many bulls are trained for this
well known event that takes place every year
These people have been doing this perhaps for centuries
and want to provide what they see as just
lots of entertainment and fun
But this spectacle to me personally is not, what kind
of fun is to see locals and tourists
running in the streets to save their lives under the sun
Many tourists are so ill prepared they don't know anything
till it hits them in the head right then
It's not a joke to see masses of people yelling and
screaming in terror and fear
Some folks fall and others get their butts picked up
by horns and kicked on the ground by the very
angry charging bull near
People can't seem to run faster and so many of them
leave behind their own shoes
Some even drop their cell phones and some their own clothes
come undone as they cry and sing the blues
You see all sort of stuff happening and all is crazy
I think all these people are just dumb
Doing something like that is just plain stupid
and they say they just do it for the fun and
to the thrills they just succumb
That's what they think till some end in a hospital
very hurt with broken bones and ribs or plain dead
Some receive worse injuries like in their heads
and lungs, some people never
recover they didn't have time to had fled
This is not really an sport but are playing with fire
when they risk their live doing this game true
I wish that one day they quick doing it
because the poor bull sometimes gets sacrificed too
people get hurt and a some unfortunate one
will never get to see another beautiful day.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2014
September,28.2014
Abort!
This collapsed coping mechanism has left me alamort
I was just a shameful conjugal visit
And a muse for playing with fire
You never questioned me and that's how I know you’re not innocent
You're a walk on a frozen pond;
Irritated on the surface but internally pernicious
I'm an autotelic where my adulation is the dripping ink
And your scorn is the water running over it
Be your own crisis hotline when the shame kicks in
And pierces me like a non-reciprocal “you are not alone in this”
Museum of shortcomings or gallery of honorable attempts?
Ineffable, but I can’t help myself
Relaying this information is the only way I can move on
I'm seeing glimpses of something I should talk to in the corner
But the hand I'm extending has the strength of a signal fire underwater
This can’t be how this ends
I'm disturbingly calm because the dejection hasn't kicked in yet
I put your name on the bullet
so everyone knows you were the last thing that went through my head
You're lacking daytime context
With a fallible idiolect
Pick up a book and read
So a tree can sigh relief that there's life after death
Will heaven open up if I try to heal by decathecting?
My throat is raw from screaming to gods who just aren’t listening
Burdened in ustulation while you pare me from earth's core
It's everything you and distance wanted and more
I'm seeing glimpses of someone I could relate to in the corner
But I’m dissected by the dichotomic voices of psychosis versus candor
Maybe this really is how it ends;
Dying lethargically as I look at the nonexistent watch on my hand
Because time is a construct
Like the plot we say we lost but we outgrew it before we learned how to love
The immortality of fiction is beautiful but cruel
The tacendas come in slicing but they leave just as quickly
The remedies leaves me gutted and demoralized like dangling poultry
A tear dilates into a lake of drowning imposter syndrome
Do you admire me like falling snow?
Or find me too fervidly frigorific to get to know?
Ironic because the visions of you in my head
Are so chilling, I get delusional
and start ripping off my clothes
My tongue lost the motivation of sound before I could even think
I'm an autotelic where my adulation foreordains the dripping ink
Passion and love
By Michelle Morris
10/04/2022
Passion and love so often confused
Only time reveals the roads we choose...
Oh-oh-oh, Oh-oh-oh...
Sparks with lovers can pull you down
Sparks with lovers is how you drown
No one can touch you now
No one can save you now
You took a sip from the Devil's cup
Inhibitions dropping with your clothes
The spark between old lovers
Never entirely goes away
Playing with fire is always dangerous
Unless you're a Phoenix rising again
Put down your box of matches
The oxygen always gets eaten first
Moving around the stage like a singer
Putting on a very big show
You always underestimated the danger
Of throwing all your cards in the air
Round and round, round and round
Getting dizzy, getting fuzzy
Seeing double, seeing trouble
Back away, back away
On and on, don't you know
You're in danger, what's the hurry
Get your feet back on the ground
Pull the stars back into you
You keep drinking from the Devil's bottle
Losing yourself with each and every sip
You chase that enticing little spark
As though it will light your soul
Playing with fire is a pastime
That you focus with intention
You keep hoarding all those matches
Like conflagration will save your life
Moving around your hotel room
You are dancing with your Angels
Getting closer to the edge
Remember heights are bad for you
Round and round, round and round
Getting dizzy, getting fuzzy
Seeing double, seeing trouble
Back away, back away
On and on, don't you know
You're in danger, what's the hurry
Get your feet back on the ground
Pull the stars back into you
Round and round, round and round
You're not making any headway
What's your game, what's your aim
Flying high, flying high
On and on, don't you know
You are floating to the edge
Untethered from this earth
You're heading out to the stars
Close your eyes, feel the rush
Look on down, see the clouds
You're out there in the Universe
And no one can touch you now
Yeah, no one can touch you now
Sparks with lovers will pull you down
Sparks with lovers, how you drowned
Yeah, no one can save you now
Passion and love so often confused
Only time reveals the roads we choose...
Oh-oh-oh, Oh-oh-oh...
© Michelle Morris, 2022
Demons
I try to get sleep but the demons just keep running round in the back of my brain, and no matter what I do they break me in two, and they're driving me fuc**ing insane.
The sh*t in our veins fu**ks with sh*t in our brains sometimes it's good but sometimes it's bad
When you walk on the wire you're playing with fire and you can f**k up the life that you had.
The music keeps playing and you dance to the tune, only you can hear in your head, and slowly but surely you spin and you spin and you're wishing you were just dead.
You're getting no sleep cause the hours you keep, you f**k and you drink and you snort,
Then you wake up in a haze, from the last several days, in handcuffs sitting in court.
The cycle's repeated your body depleted
You wonder when it will all end.
You're chasing the dragon, can't get on the wagon cause it's like losing your very best friend.
The judges gavel comes down with a thunderous sound, guilty says the man in the Cloak,
You don't remember what they're saying, can tell they're not playing and realize it's no fu**king joke.
Ten years says the man, but this wasn't my plan, I'll be 30 when I finally walk free, the prices are steep, definitely not cheap and eventually you must pay the fee.
See you on the other side, the other side of the bars that lock me away
I'll try to stay clean, avoid the machine,
Just live life by the day.
Can't sleep in this bed, the place fuc*s with my head, the walls are closing in tight
Demons in my brain still drive me insane
A powder keg about to ignite.
I'll serve my time the best I can
Didn't mean to kill that man.
Judgment clouded, brain defeated
Feeling just a little cheated
My life is not my life no more
Incarceration is my fee
They close the gates and lock the door,
All alone, myself, just me.
F**k this sh*t and Fu*k this place
they can't jail my mind,
I'll come out on the other side and cut the ties that bind.
So see you on the other side a little worse for wear but I'll see u on the other side,
If I don't end up in the chair.
There's a pesky mosquito hoverin' around our ears
If he keeps it up he'll soon be splattered in smears
T-Buzz tries to draw our blood
When he gets hit with a THUD!
We'll celebrate his demise with a party ~ Cheers!
by Lin Lane
A mini vampire with wings,
in annoying high notes he sings.
Tries to fly incognito,
this imp called mosquito.
With blood thirsty appetite stings!
by Carol Connell
That darn mozzie was buzzing like hell
Til I sprayed him with a can of Repell
He can no longer fly
I watched that mozzie die
I’m happy he’s gone – you can tell!
by Jan Allison
That skeeter was in for a thumpin'.
I swatted, but he just kept jumpin'.
I got out the spray,
winked, said, “Come my way”.
And now I'm no longer a-grumpin'
by Dale G. Cozart
There's a pesky bug upon the lawn
One his mother should have never spawn
making noises here and there
wish he'd just disappear
One big ol' zap and poof he's gone
by Tim Smith
T-Buzz flies around in pestering irritation
One good swat'll take care of his elimation
No more buzzin' sound
He's garbage can bound
Thank goodness there's no reincarnation
by Marti Sutherland
I was singing karaoke, acapella
While eating a sandwich of mortadella
Along came a mosquito
Named Little Esposito
I smacked him cuz he wasn't a nice fella
By Mystic Rose
A skeeter singing for a favor
Was wanting blood for a caper
He's playing with fire
His future is dire
Joining others on my wallpaper
By Cheryl Hoffman
A mosquito was buzzing loud
Of his bugle, he felt so proud
My hands would squash fast
That buzz would be his last
Soon, he'd be covered with a shroud
by Jo Daniel
If anyone dislikes the buzzing of a mosquito, join in the collaboration by sending me your lines in a SOUP MAIL.
Silent whispers scatter all round me
Crowding me in making it hard to breathe
Making me choke on all of the sin that I have committed
Making me weak
making me come down to my knees
Praying in my head “OH GOD OH GOD PLEASE SPARE ME”
Save me from all of this agony
Maybe I don’t deserve it because I brought it to myself
but I was a child I didn't know the out come could be so persist
Playing with fire was fun until I got burned
And no I may not have any scars or buries
But the thing that I had to see was everything crashing and crumbing in to ruins
Then it just blow away like the fire I use to lite the candle Thinking that it would bring light
But it when out and I was too deep to know my surrounding
Only thing that was there was darkness surrounding me in to the point where It took my breath
One two three I drop down to my knees
Four five six the truth is sickening
Seven eight nine dose hate and love have a thin line
Ten Is this the beginning or the end
And why am I not begging
I see the light but I don't come near
Because in the darkness I can see clear
But I am not sure if this is where I belong
Curious but yet afraid I still pursued
Just to get caught up by my demons who I thought we friend although I assumed
See that's the only thing that can be tricky about the darkness
to fall in the hands of the enemy
without having knowledge
But do I want to live if it has come to this
Not trusting my self
Not knowing the difference between the light and dark
Or maybe I know the difference but I have already tasted the bitter sweet taste of the dark
But I don't realize the difference any more making me question if the every was a separation
Are they one in the same?
because they both have the power to over come you
But you have to realize is the loss worth the gain
But heaven forbids for you to go out on your own
Because that candle that you hold so tight and dare to keep you away from the darkness
can always go out by a sweet silent whisper
Form:
She was locked in the box of her own emotions. The box she drew to keep herself safe locked her and she lost the key. She frantically looked but the darkness wouldn’t allow her to find it. It was dark and cold, as she shivered with the blast of the coldness she poured out of her soul. She stood there trying to find the key. To unlock the box of her soul to let herself free. For she was fed up of the coldness, the darkness for it started to get lonely. Everything she feared flashed at her as if it was the end of her life. She saw the happy memories fade away as she fought for simple things. She wanted to stop herself for as she looked back at it it was not important and she could have just shut it down but her soul was too cold to learn the truth of the heart. She feared loneliness, to feel unwanted and lost. So she did what she does best blame and frame. Hide and run away for that’s all she ever did run away from the monsters that devoured her soul because the thought of facing them conflicted with her breath of life. She found the key but she was borrowing it, for the key to her soul belonged to another soul. She got comfortable and let her guard down and now she lost the key. This time she took responsibility and stood strong. She was glad she found a key for now she knew how to devour the monsters that wanted her soul. It wasn’t going to be easy but she was ready for a fight and she was ready to do anything to win the fight. But what she didn’t realize was that she will never win for the darkness and the coldness would conquer her mind and as it slowing runs through her veins it’s going to stop her heart from beating because when u play with fire you will get burn and how can you win when u were born to lose from the beginning because destiny hated you and wrote you down for a crime u did not commit so now she pays for it with her soul and the emptiness she feels is just the penalty, the unjust and harsh penalty she has to pay for playing with fire she didn’t light.
Here I am...
Tonight.
Ella is over there sleeping like a bunny in the snow,
Am here I am all disheveled tonight because I really miss you.
Time passes and you're still far away..
So far away.
I think about you everyday like it was yesterday
We said goodbye.
Reality is..
I need to write to feel at peace within my broken self.
I don't want to be like you,
Like you were those final three months.
So ironic because when you were alive,
We were so alike in ways that really matter.
I don't envy your heartache though.
I'll never know what it feels like to actually plan out,
The ending of my life...
Over and over and over again.
Like a child playing with fire,
It leaves scars that run deep.
You were my fire.
My flame.
You kept me lit.
So then you had to go and quit?
Not try harder, just a little bit?
So...
Here I sit, afraid and cold,
And your fire keeps me helpless for witnessing,
You slowly trying to end your life,
For months, maybe even years.
I would have died for you.
But I would never do it on purpose.
But we talked last night in my dreams,
And it's been way too long since I've drempt of nothing,
But you...
So...
I can only pray,
I have one thing to say,
I sure miss you everyday.
I can't believe you're gone,
Went so far away.
It feels so raw still.
At the same time to pure.
You were emotionally insecure.
But there's one thing that's for sure,
It's your smile I'll always adore.
Now let's not even the score,
Because unfortunately you'll win every time.
I could never do,
What you did,
To all of us.
I've been trying not to fuss,
Or bring up any ruckus,
It's just is what it is,
Just between us.
You lusted for fear,
And it swallowed your soul.
I saw it all go down,
You ate your self whole.
Bring me a bowl to clean your feet.
Sorry you did show defeat.
I miss you..
My love,
My life,
My sweet.
Tonight I'll lay down to pray,
And as always,
I'll starve for you as I weep.
Somethings are a slow burn
Somethings fade slowly overtime
Somethings burst like a repressed volcano
And somethings drag the match across the skin
Until a map of our intrusive thoughts are written
Pressing my luck like an iron
Late nights staring at the ceiling
Yelling to myself in my head
"Don't lose focus,
Don't fool yourself
You've pieced everything together so far, rationally
Don't lose yourself in the storm of misguided missiles
If you don't want to be the target,
Then stop making yourself the enemy"
Late night conversations help me realize
what’s false justification and what’s true
But I dread the feeling of waking up
And remembering everything I’m going through
Could I ever make it up to you?
A mistake that holds the power of a modern military arsenal
With the unpredictability of a bubbling volcano
Could I ever even make it up to you?
You’re unpredictable but that’s what I love about you
I never know what you’re gonna say
But I love that about you
Let’s stand together and throw rocks into volcanos
I’m already playing with fire so it might as well be real
I’m already poking the bear so this might as well be safer
Hold my hand and we’ll throw our chances into volcanos
I’m already tempting fate so it might as well be known
I’ll let sleeping dogs lie
When the lie becomes a sleeping dog
She said
"Don't lose focus,
Don't fool yourself
You've pieced everything together so far, coherently
Don't lose yourself in the storm of misguided missiles
If you don't want to be the target,
Then stop making yourself the enemy"
I can’t unhear it but I don’t know what to make of it
But you’re so unpredictable and that’s something I love about you
Could I ever even make this up to you?
A burning match across my skin,
I owe it to you
A burning map etched in my skin,
A subtle, not so subtle clue
You’re unpredictable but that’s what I love about you
Mouth speaks from the abundance of the heart
Troubling thoughts spill out like smelly discharge
You hear people say ”I’d rather trust a stone than a person”
Because people’s yes is no longer yes
Lies have become a norm for survival
Trust evaporated because of the heat
The fire started with a spark from the fire lighter
A tiny thing that grew into flames
And devour everyone around it
Victims are groaning, crying for help
But playing with fire seems normal
And no one is trying to extinguish these monster flames
Neighbors don’t feel the pain anymore
They are so badly burnt that their conscience is none receptive
To the concept of neighborly
They overlooked the fire extinguisher
With a simple instructions to guide them through the fire
For it said, love your neighbor as you love yourself
Families are grieving a devastating loss
Because it’s members are scattered all over
Like sheep without a Sheppard
For they have endorsed the idea of supremacy
And those who’ve climbed high walls to survive the scorching heat
Pushed their fellow brothers and sisters down to burn because of rivalry
Competing against one another. Why?
For they’ve overlooked a fire extinguisher with a simple instruction
Guard your tongue against sowing divisions
Relationships have huge cracks
Many tripped and fell into the cracks
Their back bones fractured causing an outcry
Fountains full of tears are overflowing
Billions of hearts are burning
Because of thoughtless speech
Thoughtless speech contaminated by self-righteousness
For we have rejected clean tongue
Full of respect and dignity
This is all because we overlooked a fire extinguisher
A powerful proverb full of wisdom
Dearth and Life is in a power of tongue
Indeed tongue is like a fire lighter
It is small yet has the power to slay or heal
If not guarded against, it can cause unstoppable fires.
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