On Fire Poems - Poems about On Fire

To speak the truth in a world woven with lies is to set yourself on fire like a torch, Just to prove you were never made of wax melted under absent gazes, They praise polite silence, mute nods, and false smiles that hide the void, But they tremble when your words come unfiltered, sharp, soaked in everything they...

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Heal and transform my life Let our love catch fire~ Since it knows no ends, Holds no place for dispute~ Just a bright, sparkling start. Your love dispels all strife, So your love I admire. On it, my soul depends; In hearts it takes root, Its goodness sets it apart. Time to profit is rife, Your love and care inspire~ All known bounds they transcend, And all weathers...

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Emotions stir eternally enchanted, each hurricane fades to a black sky. The listless poet’s quill drips, corralling every vibrant sunset. Writing as old lyrics catch the air, Say it to me again.. ‘Freefall!’ I don’t want to be disappointed but I know it’s the truth; Nothing will ever feel as good as you; Strawberry-orange flavored orchestra, citrus pizazz on your senses; Each note...

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Cause: my great grandma was "Hispanic" (Puerto Rican), my slight tan will put me in that cast of ugly characters, 'Crayola American's' to be shipped across the Mexican border, but I don't mind. It's God's country. THE C.C.C.'s ~ Coffee Chocolate and Cocaine! YYYEEEE HHHAAAAA! Y'all come see us now ya hea? ...

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Dancing with happiness now, is my very new beginning. Each tiny cell glances now, with a rainbowed meaning! Now, I no longer hunt in need of any of life’s answers. We both run free, like joyful, new born, deer...

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Heir on Fire by Michael R. Burch I wanted to be Shelley’s heir, Just fourteen years old, and consumed by desire. Why wouldn’t my Muse play fair? I went to work—pale, laden with care: why wouldn’t the words do as I aspired, when I wanted to Keats’s heir? My verse seemed neither here nor there. How the hell did Sappho tune her lyre? And...

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in denial but pacing while room is on fire motion capture fail to paint his emotions "I'm fine"- a product of his illusion litany of reasons but pain stuck under his skin too afraid to pen about, too afraid to scream it out demons are his rulers, will demons be the winners? help! he is drowning he can't put...

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There’s a pain in my ribs pains in my feet a pain in one arm and pain causing heat My body’s on fire sunburnt it feels I sure do wish this Fibro would heal My legs are restless I am trying to sleep this pain radiating I don’t want to keep Pains penetrating inside and out the average person would scream and shout But no not I my spirit is strong this is...

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My skin crawls as I watch a hand, disembodied, reach yet again into the Tollhouse bag. Bright, artificial yellow. It burns my eyes. Countless chocolate chips are shoveled down my gullet as if crumbs to a wretched, starving creature. I’m only jarred out of my sinful haze by catching si th r of my reflection. That face staring back at me -...

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when accused of blither-blather seek shelter in the moment, rather than plunge right in confrontationally into a bottomless pit of calumny remember to count to ten again and again ramp...

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Set my heart on fire Dead my wooden life, it’s a dried forest, a tree inside Send me your fire, here is no light, I live in my marsh My tears are my dead ocean, pull me out of this life Help me The way Find that Your life I am burned out You destroyed… … killed my life Put my ashes Into your urn Someone Loved Only you ...

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I do not want to set the world on fire, this world has always been burning, you cannot add flame when flame is all there is. That which made this fire sees the world consume itself through a devouring lens. That which watches, comprehends not that it is the mind, the human mind, that is the Firestarter, only those who feed the fire can quench this...

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He took risks you might not have Thinking that he deserved to beat the odds Flames like heated fiery thorns Eat through his flesh numbing as they go In pain, he swirls, his muscles roil He wishes, Oh he wishes it would end, be over His burning enthusiasm is consumed and charred Blackened by the flames of false expectations Reducing now into a...

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The red pills are out again all hot and bothered on menopause Angry Birds spewing angry words we need a poo poet to respond to these silly turds Now Kamala I am sure has lied a time or two she's a politician, who cares red or blue now Trump who can not read or write as lied to you thousands of times I just lied Is billions I lied...

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Kamala said she has only worked for the American masses She did work for Speaker Willie Brown as his mistress Even her husband loved his mistress So much he had her abort their fetus She doesn’t support parent's rights She doesn’t support the police She doesn’t support the State of Israel She doesn’t support the borders of America...

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