Short Burn Down Poems
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Take away his crown
Take away his jewels
Kill his knights
Burn down his castle but
Without his Queen he is nothing
Emotions smolder
Fires burn down to cold coals
Silver shiny glass
Makes for hard brittle mirrors
Fragility breaks elbows
I am free to burn America's flag
as if soldier's lives do not matter
But should I burn down 'BLM'
my ashes the left will scatter
Trump Tree Did Burn Down
Rumors had been spread all over town;
Trump Christmas tree he did burn down,
Gave a hint;
Was impudent,
While wearing huge jeweled royal crown.
Jim Horn
I would set myself on fire just to keep you warm
I'd burn down all the bridges and be of no harm
I will walk away from everything that's mine
I won't try to make you stay, sure I'll be fine
bold arachnophobes
kill spiders as best they can. . .
don't burn down the house
Copyright © 2018 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
Published 2018 in "Up In Smoke" via wattpad.com
I am water
Dripping down your height,
I am color
I shall that turn neither black nor white,
I am a rage
Screaming through cold teeth,
I am passion
Hide me away and I’ll burn down your life.
HELL
Sometimes love is crazy like hell
Are you saying that nothing to tell
What's in your imagination is worst of your self
Let's burn down the wall of the best shelf
Tr?n Minh Hi?n Hien Tran Orlando January 21, 2017
UNTITLED 09142016
Believing is sometimes just suicidal
Persuading is pure denial
Let's burn down the heart to build survival
Everything is nothing in the wake of technical
Tr?n Minh Hi?n Hien Tran Orlando September 14, 2016
Hey hey! let's give fire
to the palace, villas
hold the gunpowder to set
to burn down the house, rouse
who are poor
slum houses to keep hot, sought
to keep them warmth in winter, in dance & songs
yes we should set
on the principle hot.
kept this in mind there was a time
there was no hope
we could not vote this is no joke
it was pickett line\
carry sign
nodoudt shots rang out
cites burn down
this was from town to town
all around
was for the working poor
THEY OPEN THE DOOR
Her magic held captive.
A strange feeling lingers in the air.
The saints take blame for the sinners sins.
There is sorcery everywhere.
They light fires.
They burn witches.
What goes around comes around.
She has a temper that can burn down bridges.
Soaked in gasoline
Dripping in wine
Star gazing naked
Everything is fine
The home called
They were looking for you
Your medicine is empty
Wait here's a few
Where are you going?
Don't slip on the ice
Thought I'd burn down the garage
as a sacrifice
LOVE CAN BURN DOWN THE WORLD
Love can burn down the world
It also can lift up everything that whirled
Time oscillates around the neck to be unfurled
We love each other in the universe of amazingly hurled
Tr?n Minh Hi?n Hien Tran Orlando September 11, 2016
I'm clostrophobic
But I live in tiny spaces
I'm afraid of fire
And I burn down places
I have a fear of death
So I kill the grim reaper
I'm afraid of holes
But still I dig deeper
I dont like water
So I swim across seas
I'm scared of gang bangers
Thats why i'm an O.G.
I am a warring spirit/
A fire looking for something it has lost./
I won't beg you for there is a reason.../
Reasons why things burn down the way they burn on so long./
Fade away from here.../
Desecrate my model fear./
Burning in my desire is, a thought sculpted crystal clear./
silence
is a fire
able to accommodate
romantic evenings ~
or burn down the home
[septolet]
written 7 Oct 2020
Politically Correct = Don't Rock The Boat
Politically Incorrect = Burn Down The Mission
would you give a hoot
or
just live with the illlusion?
If I'd been embraced
I wouldn't write like I do;
I would feel loved.
I'd be complacent like you.
But that's not my fate.
I am burned in the fire
and when you ignore me
the flames keep burning higher.
So please, by all means continue,
leave me alone.
Go ahead. Watch me.
Watch me burn down to the bone.
Haunted by uncertainties it dares to move on and on
So bright and hot that can burn down anything into ashes
passing through all the borders is its boldness
Ability to cut the limits maybe its sharpness
This eighteenth spirit should have its own whip
And have enough courage,
to tame itself to be in the right ship!
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My heart works eight times three; in search of passions' prosperity
Hidden in darkness, I crave the simplest of the lights' normality
My mind won't stray; embracing the loudest of rhymes melody
Words ignite and loves' high octane results' burn down all reality
Come enjoy the warmth you can feel; next to this fire with me
just saw you in the dark till gleaming in those Storms
I wish I did never saw you but still you showed up you made my sorrows burn down into Ashes.
but why?
you were like the perfection I needed which turned up into a dream but still every inch of my soul screams
"the glory of my love for you makes you into dust of Ashes"
Master of time,
Master of death,
You were once both,
and I creeped as your shadow.
Now your blood drips from my fingers,
blood worthy of hallow,
while you lie lifelessly dead.
Time has no master
and neither does death,
when I burn down the world,
and oblivion next!
Burn! Burn ever so faster.
Fire, bring death to disaster.
My Dear King,
Has time been good to you?
Do the snows of the winter-man make you think 'What could have been',
When you slew my brother did you think of us...
Your God-- your Father-- is not mine,
But did you not break His laws?
So why should you be sung on high when you should burn down low
3/7/'14
The bakery was closed
family only an echo of long ago
no mementos of love
loneliness built
into my spinal chord
musical notes exposing
a weeping child
within an old man
a broken guitar sits on the floor
The grave yard across the street
beckons
the next day a friend
brings birthday candles
it took only one match
to burn down the rest of my life