Open Fire Poems - Poems about Open Fire

...long dark night you never say return to me this orange bedroom its open fire crackling through acetylcholine tongues like fingers bodies arched two spoons smeared in oils ......Read the rest...

...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Traitors in the midst, well, what would you know, ......Read the rest...

...Moon's midriff chequered with light blue letterboxes and legos Carbon-dating the museums of our miniature hands riding the nightingale jukeboxes, Contoured in concertos of glacier nightgowns and ......Read the rest...

...My cousin Finn was raving about the new dish at Claude’s Diner. There is no appetizer better, truly nothing finer. They call it Chestnuts roasting over an Open Fire. I had to run out and try it, I......Read the rest...

...I could not relate to the carols; about jolly, happy snowmen, when I sculpted in the sand. I could not relate to the carols; about riding sleds through the snow, when I was riding my bike, i......Read the rest...

...it all seemed bazaar to me; that Santa wore a thick fur lined coat, but our sun gave off a blistering heat. xmas characters wore overcoats, beanies and gloves, but I was wearing shorts, T-shi......Read the rest...

...It was 1968 we'd gathered again in the school auditorium my tiny hands sweating only five years old while my name was called in all of this cold civil rights riots plagued my little brown mind sir......Read the rest...

...Candles scented with winter smells are lit up, sitting on windowsills. Homes filled with warm candlelight. Roasting chestnuts on an open fire. I love Christmas, for it ......Read the rest...

...I awoke to the familiar sound of dishes rattling in Mother’s kitchen and to the thick scent of coffee wafting through the air. I glanced out my bedroom window; the neighborhood was lit by the first r......Read the rest...

...Mine dad in the 1940’s was an organ grinder huh!, in the high seas in the Navy. In the 1940’s Lo, the clanging, bopping, banging of prepare containers foods. Large coppers pans and pots. Put tog......Read the rest...

...Where I Make Come the weekend, this is where I make, With camping gear, canoeing the lake. Dipping the paddle as I contemplate. Between the shores of rocks and trees, Breathing fresh ......Read the rest...

...Who can say they have felt the fire Go to a special place when alone Who motions true potions Ive got a Love that's true I've been banned and deleted, unfriended and bid adieu But I don't think o......Read the rest...

...Oh what a day in the old, The African sun rises, shining bold, Father leaves at 5am, to tap palm wine, Mother goes to the farm, to make it shine. The children wake up as the birds chirp, ......Read the rest...

...Late 1940s England the square was packed & the high street full meat&veg seemed plentiful market barkers drew the queues with jokes impromptu shoppers filed neat& f......Read the rest...

...This is my story,  It is a sad story to tell, Open ears and eyes,   The bloodbath of more than 500 people , "Some burried alive... Yooh! I continue crying  while writting this story to you......Read the rest...