Scorches Poems - Poems about Scorches

...Celebrating Pherzawl's Serenity I’ve fallen in love with Pherzawl’s gentle air, I’ve fallen in love where cool whispers dare. Though summer scorches lands both far and near, Though summer sco......

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... A slow burn at first, a simmering resentment in the gut, like a banked fire refusing to be extinguished. A whisper of injustice, a flicker of wrong. Then the fanning of the flames, each reco......

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... A thin film of promise stretched across the gaping wound of hunger. A peso shaved, a temporary reprieve, a headline shouting victory while the roots remain tangled. The farmer still sw......

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...Through twilight veils, where echoes rise/ The hollow spheres in shadow thrive/ Unholy husks, where echoes moan/ A broken mirror, void and throne/ 1) Thaumiel: Twin God's Divide A realm where ......

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...Beneath a sky once soft and blue, Now painted smoke, a darker hue, The cries of children split the air A lullaby of deep despair. The earth, it shakes with fire and flame, But none can tell th......

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...My mind bears the weight of you, a celestial gravity pulling our souls together in an instant—a supernova of connection— after an agonizing year of cosmic drift. It bewilders me how viv......

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...When I want to cook others beg me to stop. I once baked a cake that when rolled could hop. We made it into balls and watched it go down the walk. Some of it was whisked away by a determined chicke......

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...The sun scorches along the interstate branding Arizona with smoldering, rubber Nazca lines. In the steak house, ersatz, Western artifacts, She says she is Navajo but she looks like Britney Spear......

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...I never sleep. Or at least when I do, it is swiftly cut short. Most nights it comes rushing, sometimes, I feel it before it does. Then with it's fast motion, makes me swing, and swing, and swing, t......

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...If you don’t like my poem, just close it tight, It won’t harm me, I’ll be all right. History itself will judge, not we, Who stands tall, and who’s lesser, you’ll see. I write my verses as my he......

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...Beneath the sunlit crown of June, I came alive, Where the days stretch long, and fireflies thrive. This is the month of tender bloom and stormy skies, Of golden warmth, yet shadows where truth lie......

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...The hours lean heavy, laid like bricks with no mortar, a survival gripped together by determination. You are half truth, half courage, escape before they bring the cracks to the surface, before ......

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... cyan blues indigo into nighttime darkness scorches the soul to the core hellfire’s charcoal embers dissipate lightness of being achromatic void engulfs a self-fulfilling promise rose petal......

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...Speak not to me Of lust Bold flame That scorches all but time Nor love Forever’s burning embers Cold keeper of this flame ......

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...August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time—Sylvia Plath End Of August The end of August is oh so near ......

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