Short Immolation Poems

You can destroy yourself 
When you allow emotions rule you 
Especially when you are being manipulated...

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Fertilization

Impression
Suppression
Repression
Depression

Sublimation
Illumination
Transformation
Celebration

Immolation
Hesitation
Fertilization......

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Immolation of the soul
Inside, she was burning 
To destroy herself
was the only way
She would be freed
Her soul burned so intensely 
That with each step she took
She melted ice...

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Mundane, I Ascend and duel. The impulse to use, sentiments of self immolation. The barbaric psyche that perforates thru my perception murderously. 

No berth to go, no region to disguise. Amity is pertinent!...

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Buddhist: self-immolation

Muslim: blow everyone up

Christian: just shoot you

Hindu: Sikh revenge

zeal: (noun) a feeling of strong eagerness, 
	excessive fervor to do something or 
	accomplish some end
	
© Goode Guy 2012-11-27...

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Oh how I have wanted "wanton". 
Oh how I have yearned- 
For a fire of desire. 
Turn it higher; 
Make me burn! 

Heat me, meet me- 
with elation 
Scorch me now; I endure. 
Oh what joyous celebration- 
Is this lustful immolation!...

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Anointed in Kerosene to confer in agony with ignited desecration of mortal flesh to bone, seared by melting anguish writhe blistering contortions through a suppressed discomfort in furious continual thresh heshers pernicious by physical immolation.

Written on Apr/27/2024...

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While fitful, impetuous, tears force to submissive dirge
an enshrouded grey shadow within mine afflicted heart.
In ghastly, pallid emptiness; beguiling Azrael does cajoles.
"Ah, Tis only, immolation that can enchant and subdue Azrael."


2/19/2020...

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I hate the self-immolation
of orange sex.
Weather was leaving
blue strings on the skin.

Redemption was incomplete 
by sharing the legs
Lips will not knead
the ears.

Like wakng in darkness
for a passage to grief.
Black moon will step aside
for a flame at the end of tunnel....

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Black wings are beating a sharp tattoo,
A-tattering on your skull.
A raven is perched on all of you
There is:  a bone-white hull.

The love of your youth, she floats in mist.
Your triumphs and brave defeats
And manhood expire.  No dreams exist.
Just bones, where the black wing beats...

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Bitter Nightshade 

Too late now for an Intercessor--
My red, Luscious, Bittersweet berries 
Have done their work...and I'm Quiescent...
Ambivalent to your Tactile ruse 
Seen as the Quintessence and Arcane. 
Your Flamboyant tryst sealed my Immolation. 


©deborah burch
11/21/2016...

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Swim my world.
Under shadows havoc cry
I bend this for you, pressing onto paper, a
Caravaggio dawn falling westward.
In madness beauty born, will thee watch the
Dark machine, its gears of blood slipping through the
Eternal art of madness, of war, of silence?

No more
On the rage of things that could have been, will
There ever be, another as
Empty…as me....

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Smokeless Climax

Ambivalence – her bittersweet response
to the arcane quiescence of the tactile
invisibility – the quintessence of the
intercessor’s immolation of her dreams
upon the luscious flamboyance
of his passion.


10/26/2016


ten word challenge

ambivalent, arcane, bittersweet, luscious, intercessor
quiescent, flamboyant, immolation, tactile, quintessence...

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Untimely.
Illegitimate.
           I will not ask 
           for an apology.

The hymn
started too early.
           The dust had 
           settled on the lens.

Imitation.
Not real pearls.
            Your words do not
            convey the thought.

There was a
long distance –
            between your lips 
            and my self-immolation.


Satish Verma...

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The sheriff was ambivalent to the quiescent and arcane
Interests of the luscious and flamboyant Jane.
His interest lie in the immolation of four cows
That were tactile proof of the quintessence of her vows.
She had sworn to be the intercessor for a sacrifice for rain -
The deluge that followed was bittersweet, some thought downright insane

10/26/2016

For Contest 10 Word Challenge - 2-...

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The fire burns
 hot rising flames
 hidden from the raging winds;
the fires burn
 hot then cold
 ember glow in shivered skin;
out of time
 the warmth pervades
 stick, rock and stone;
the roaring blaze
 slowly succumbs 
 as its fuel is consumed;
charcoal remnants
 begin a slowing smolder
 immolation to winter sacrifice;
the inevitable silence
 crackling loud then lost
 in the fire burn....

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Between the sun and moon 
you come to transcend 
the frescoes on the sky 
for a lost chance.

It fuels the anxiety.
When do I meet you 
in dark to explore the 
lightning rod.

The inside enemy will 
allude to self-immolation.
Where will end the 
agony of man ?

The carnage continues 
unabated. The crowds are thinning.
Lurking men on fimbriae dump the veils.
Who will invite them today ?


Satish Verma...

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While being ambivalent
I will be tasting an arcane piece of you
Filled with bittersweet
Mixed with a few drops of luscious under your skin
My intercessor at daily base
Floating my quiescent in freetime space
Highly flamboyant surrounding me
Preparing your immolation for setting you free
Passionated and tactile with a fragrance of hidden poison within
Wearing a quintessence with your head high while lifting your chin...

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Until I met my lucious lover
I was ambivalent about having another.
My last affair was bittersweet.
My arcane pain I kept discreet.

This one however is quintessence.
My desires awoken from quiescent.
Although I'm flamboyant, he makes me shy.
An intercessor I'll need, I know a guy.

He'll tell him how tactile I can be.
Sweet, loveable, passionate me.
If unsuccessful, I will consume libation.
Become an oblation by immolation....

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to free this specter from its host
caught in a body like bear trap
a house made of arms that can't let go
my hearth’s flame is selfish,
unwilling to part with smoke
without separation i will choke
at the memory of a pleasant smog
sewn into the wrists of silver tinged fingers
there is rust in my bloodstream
the wear and tear of my engine
corrodes away a heart that
deserves to be at peace
so please exorcise me with shock
i felt you’d never want to leave...

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Abstract algorithm. Brooding distraction, 
cleverly cloaked in digital fleece.
Enigma encoded. Like so many fireflies,
Hastening gauntly heavenward.
Juniper immolation.
Ides jaundiced light.
Kinetic kites, luminescent in the night. 
Milky Way mighty, northward pointing, 
Occidental wind opens, plumes rising.
Quickened quiet shroud.
Revelation.
Reincarnate.
Souls thin the veil.
Under the upholstered vault,
 xylem-charred waste,
Drawn to the yawning zodiac....

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Conflagration

Kindling
building upon the edge
of the fortress,

--slights—
		real and imagined,

--daggers—
		slashing scars
			stabbing wounds
					untended

--Cupid’s arrows—
		piercing a heart
				
repelled
	in stony silence

--Anger’s tinder—
		aching 
			for immolation

--a lone spark—
		igniting
			the brittle detritus

A Perfect Storm
		raging
			against the confines

of its life.


©9/30/2017

submitted to – A Perfect Storm – Poetry Contest...

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As I drift along the cosmos
taking eons for my thoughts to osmos.
Here’s an idea that might sound ALIEN,
just show some MOON to keep from failin.
Originating from a place called Ur-anus,
not a PLANET but designed to contain us.
Try converting your STUN GUN
to ignite the methane for fun.
You’re destined to be a galactic STAR,
by keeping those cheeks ajar.
If you try this poetic dictum
don’t explode or you’ll become a victim.
You need to arrive sans detonation
uncharred by self-immolation....

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Earth, water, air and fire,
The four ancient elements;
Born of a god’s arcane desire
To construct the world’s edifice.
A construct that does require
Air and water be ambivalent,
While flamboyant must be fire
And earth be solid and quiescent.

But of the fifth, quintessence,
The intercessor of the four,
Its fiery incandescence
Unites them, and what’s more,
Offers the hope of a luscious repeat 
Of a second, tactile creation
In this world’s bittersweet 
And celestial immolation....

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