Short Burn Up Poems
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If I have but one dream:
It’s it’s to make the Master AI have the best detector for good music! “BURN UP A HOLE IN YOUR ATMOSPHERE! THE DARK DAYS OF SUMMER ARE FINALLY HERE!”
Listen well to my skipped heart beat.
They asked why your words are so sweet,
moaning as they burn up the heat.
Your smiles I can forever look
for you, we guys have to compete
and our souls you have hooked.
He is over the moon for me.
I am his asteroid, he is my shining star.
We are going to travel the cosmos.
Possibly landing on Saturn or Mars.
I knew she would burn up, but I kept quiet.
Not liking her all that much.
Gone
Away
Not my love
Not possible
Not even a chance
Now the flame has gone out
The distance has been covered
With not so much as a warning
I watched my dreams burn up in to ash
And I know I’ll never be whole again
The Canuck Canuck
Remember dancing the Canuck-Canuck;
Then terrible poems did have to chuck, Into a big maze;
Burn up in blaze;
Like Horn's are horrible and would suck.
Jim Horn
In the world of poetry
Words are running out okey
Everything is stable
The meaning portrayed in fable
Some words are shamble in juxtaposition
Makes you burn up in depression
For romantic one, poetry is healing
For a heart's relief that's needing.
I don't know about other planets, but life on earth's a b*tch.
The irony here is oh, so rich.
We're addicted to oil like it's heroin,
and we'll keep using till it does us in,
but climate change just isn't fast enough,
so, we'll all burn up oil fields to show we're tough.
The end of April.
Awareness fades.
For most, but for us?
We watch the seasons change, but are silent.
Sadly, when it heats up,
Awareness seems to burn up too.
You didn’t end our struggles.
This April.
So our message fades.
Summer is a happy time.
For people with friends.
I'm vain.
I thought myself as great but then,
What of all the disdain?
They are saying different truths than what I believe to be true,
What does that mean?
Your truth burn away my flesh, burn up my soul.
Nobody matters to me anymore
Forgive me, I've become a heartless ghoul.
I made a meal;
Must have over cooked;
Burn up didn’t look;
I peered, added water;
I’ve should have stirred;
Had to throw away;
Should I have been
Guess I am now..
Going to Burger King;
4/8/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019 ©
God wants you to have the best
It's not about being rich
For all the pearls, gold and diamonds and material things
Shall burn up, so why praise and acuminate them
Watch out for those things you buy, steal or own
Over abundant burns
Materialistic
11/13/17
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
In the distance I hear the Indianapolis 500
or maybe it is a truly aggressive muscle car
it is traveling south west
her fierce engine sounds remind me of my red mustang
my purple trans am, my powerful 442.
Cars that would burn up the road
racing worthy
I smile remembering my life pre-mini-vans
Sometimes you cry
For the whole world
Few hearts create pearls
Gloomy eyes will glow
A storm rages in your chest
Filled with violent reactions
Judge a man by his actions
Instead of ostracizing him...
Based on his appearance
The world drowns in sorrow
With no sight on tomorrow
We'll burn up in regret
Mary Skit was full of hot air
She was a balloon to be fair
She ate turnip
Checked her burn up
And swooshed to the sky body bare
I am a happy meteor falling heavily in space.
That is my cousin meteorite Charlene, we are in a race.
I hope to fully destroy the planet when I land hard.
It will probably be one of those planets where people are lard.
I am going to hit them recklessly and eliminate them.
Unless I burn up in the atmosphere like Daddy and my Uncle Jim.
Out here in these shadowy lands
No other soul to be found
Where I walk endlessly along the border
And find myself camping alone
Like Jesus must have done
Maybe this a place even He won’t go
They say if you go too far in you’ll burn up
But I’ve seen some come back across
Somehow changed
They’ve all become their scars
August 20, 2020
blazing hot summer
a black, bad asphalt wallows
melts into dry grass
bugs get stuck dry-up
frozen in heated black spot
burnt alive dead stuck
what is it left but...
chard, burnt amber drops dots
blaze burn up insects
melts into dry grass
a black, bad asphalt wallows
hot summer blazing
8/25/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2019
You've got it made if you find shade
When it is hot and sunny,
For boiling rays can spoil your days
In ways that aren't funny.
Aside from sweat, you might just get
A dose of melanoma
Or lethargy, to some degree
Resembling a coma.
Yet with some luck, you won't be stuck
And you can find a bower
To keep you cool, or, like a fool,
Burn up within the hour.
What would you do if i reviewed your life and just said no?
I do not believe that you would care
My friends despair where you seem to delight in my self lasceration
Drop the romantics and soothing words
Can you not see my pain?
I guess it doesnt even matter
When my world is torn apart
Its too soon for the end but too late for the start
Love can't last forever
When you burn up my heart
So did we make it work?
Did the stars that we wished upon bless us?
Or did it burn up like a shooting star?
Or did we count them wrong?
Did we measure the width of the sky?
Is it wide enought to hold our dreams?
Mine and yours, together.
Well even if it didn't
Then let's meet again
On the day when
The sun is cold and the moon spreads warmth
And this time we'll count the stars right
Mans universe
beyond stupidity goes
far beyond grasping
my thought on something
as man slowly destroys the planet they tax people on pollution
yet its the greedy rich who burn up the ozone destroying forests wildlife etc
they tax the less well of thinking they are smarter
we are all stupid we let the rich destroy the planet
in their greed man made wars for their benefit feeding off death and destruction
What you did was wrong
You suffocated it in all thats white
You then let it burn up
You let it melt
You took your knife
You Cut it open
Im sorry poor unborn chickies
This guy wanted his oatmeal:Quick
So lets make sense of what you did:
Its all wrong!
**For my vegetarian buddies=) Im no veggie Girl But i think you do a good cause=p**
Usually if a person can't get to you
Next the plot is ones closest
I don't let the adversary get me confused
I even don't get thrown by his boasting
The time spent on me
Is not about where I am right now
It is about the climb
Where my future is taking me
To me it's not important how
I have no time to worry about the plot
To me it doesn't exist
It's just time being wasted
That can burn up in the middle of hell's abyss!
Ignite the fuel tipped silken cord
Nightly wound loosely and limp
Spiraled and braided around my desire
Pressed into wet wax and unkempt
I'll know you before you break open your pen
Remember you as you burn up
Exhausted and wired, you'll feel uninspired but levity won't let you stop
My thoughts have been set quick afire, you've spun me a home molten glass
Entranced and elated, my yearning abated, I sigh knowing this too shall pass...
The gymnasts and swimmers all move ‘round
The trick is not to slip on the ground
Some swim like fish
Some fly and swish
And to the podium they are bound!
The marathoners burn up the track
The weightlifters have strong arms and back
They lift up high
Tho God knows why
And their goal is not to hear a crack!
The Olympic games are really fun
For the nations and for everyone
The athletes will cry
And so will I…
My poor eyes will be glad when they’re done!