Short Blaze Poems
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With age
the past grows
into an Autumn Blaze
its fire balancing the shade
Written 5/11/22
for Naani Contest
Magma,
Earth's deep anger,
Fire erupts, ash ascends,
Life's raw, transformative power,
Mountain.
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A thickened air held a haze
It made me feel a dullish daze
I found myself in a freaky phase
Like Algernon inside his maze
gold conversion blaze
virtue moral consciousness
truth or real fake
Sunset A Blaze of Color
red, golden sunset
as the day melts away to
night's starlight glimmer
11/18/2015
hands dip on easel
blazing hues like moon's textures
...while figures unfold
Brian Strand's Contest 222
Deep
Fervid
Emotion
Still burning strong
Blaze of affection dancing in the heart
Date written and posted: 06/24/2018
The
Tranquil
Warm winds keep
Blowing amidst
The sun caught swaying leaves
The light in amber flows
Setting tones of autumn
Red and yellow blaze
As earth sparkles
Ignited
By your
Gaze
9.9.2021
Of Blaze Pascal the story goes
An infant of distinct
His mother, Lady Rae-Marie
Of her own instinct
Did suckle starving infant
When at last, he showed his face
To bless all those who set up camp
To wait upon his grace
And with the forged visage of thunder's sword
Her sentry slays monsters of gray
Freeing astral blooms to spark and blaze
Across the brief November sky.
9/01/21
Liberum Divisa 7
Sponsor: Gregory Richard Barden
Taken from 'Brief November'
Blaze, Flicker, Ember, Ash
(Death of a campfire)
Written: by Tom Wright
February 2015
The death of a campfire
Scurry little embers,
Run and hide.
You’re a vagabond of time,
Ready to expire;
Soon, as ashes,
You’ll forever abide.
If you must walk through the fire,
Brave the blaze where touch one sires.
Wear courage on your fine heart,
Dare to bear fire to sculpt art.
Blaze burns all gross to forge ease,
Love fires the clear light of peace.
Leon Enriquez
31 October 2017
Singapore
Tonight you'll rise
from the ashes of a story
no one claims
Strike a light, toss the match,
face awash, watch it catch
There's glory in the flames!
The trust you've earned blackened and charred,
just turn and cross back through the yard
and let fire burn to dust what remains...
In the frosty boudoir of the winter
The fireplace's blaze seems dancing.
Legs and arms move hastily to hinder.
Hands and shoulders are swiveling.
As if there was a lovely lady dancer.
Written: February 05, 2022
Bite Size Poem #35 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
A-s you wake seventeenth January,
N-ight chill and rain vanish;
N-ew dawn has broken, haze and mist diminish;
C-oal clouds Tuesday
A-re nowhere in sight;
L-ight in the blue sky
D-enies the Monday twilight.
I-t's a beautiful morn,
T-he beacon begins to rise;
O-pen the door and keep the blaze in your eyes.
Every time she starts a fire
It causes quite a blaze
Burning down the forest doubts
On any given day
Brightens with a spark
The dullness in between
Back handed striking matches
Burning dry the evergreen
Her kindling is her laughter
Ashes spread her joy
I like to stand way up close
So I can feel her warmth
J-ust like a burning blaze,
E-nlightening the dark side;
N-ight shadows disappear,
N-othing can ever hide.
I-t's like a shining light,
F-lickering not in the sky;
E-vening dusk fades away,
R-ays are bright up high.
I-n June twenty-fifth morn,
L-ife of you is free from haze;
A-nother day is gleaming,
O-r just like a burning blaze.
I blaze in red
Inside your head
I scorch your bed
In passion spread
I come to taste
With thoughts unchaste
No time for haste
Defense? Laid waste
I come to seize
With ways to please
But first I tease
A sultry breeze
I come to light
the darkest night
and give delight
with lover's bite
I SEE
I Conquer
I...COME
Eileen Manassian
If ever a blaze
burned everything down,
my collection of poems
I would take...crawling on these knees,
breathing until smoke will suffocate me.
Everything else will be incinerated,
becoming ashes that the wind will disperse.
The two things that I adore the most are:
my life and my poetry, one cannot survive
without the other; take both away
and there will be darkness.
My desire's on fire, a new poem to sire
This burning within now churning, newly yearning
To write lines which will excite, yea, may ignite
My readership, to blaze new trails of leadership...
Pages crumbled, pen abandoned, the hour now weary
My mind aches; my eyes no more willing, just bleary
Steal I soft to sleep, my heart fresh wounded, revealed
~ Tears dry on the pillow, this episode sealed...
In the midst of midnight mystic twilight
Silence gently fades in an infinite cascade
Warm wist embrace of a blazing sun
Tension burst in darken moment made afraid
Roaring voices sounds of thunder
Epic heartbeat tsunami waves break away
Swelling sated of explosion love
Warm cinders soothe the budding moment ray
Tranquil dreams of sorrow
Blaze hues of love upon the sunrise
6/6/2019
Horizon blaze burns morning haze
as black beyond brings birth of day.
Now yellow glow lights all below,
a glorious sight of glistening gold.
Warm air of morn whisks grey away.
Adrift, some soft white misty strands.
On thermal rise rides more vapour
to cling as cumulus cluster.
Aloft white satin shift is seen
fraying to form a fleecy flock.
Then eye of day in yonder sky
descending deep to dark demise.
Soon black beyond be back again.
The sun sets on another day
It was a day like any other
With one big exception
But it was a glorious day
No rain
No haze and
Not a cloud in the sky
Blue abounded all around
That is why it seemed so odd to…
(no not yet)
The grass was green
And smelled of freshly cut
Flowers bloomed with a gloriousness
Yet unseen till today
( I don’t think you can tease them any longer)
Ok I will tell them
Today’s big event unlike all the others was…
I died
Form:
The light in the window,
candle in the hall
The torch in the jungle
all beacons that call
That voice in the distance,
the one just next door
The whisper screams loudest,
when heard from afar
That flame that once beckoned,
the one that still shines
Those rays reconnected,
new vision sublime
To see it and hear it,
to know it once more
One spark yet to strike
—last blaze still to roar
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
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