Short Incinerated Poems
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every dream, every chance
you burned them all
with just one match
brushing up against
memories sweet
incinerated ash
laying at your feet
albino
bread
catches
tanning
rays
gentle
warmth
embraces
hot
hotter
besieging
heat
smoke
pollutes
kitchen
air
vitality
incinerated
no
bread
only
char
tradition blown to the wind
religion incinerated
and with it all sin
the past is no matter
the future my choice
~ if only I could find my own voice
You
incinerated me
embracing me like
the inferno of Hades
burning away
my walls
my defences
See my need
within
the depths of my eye
feel my longing
as my body quivers
taste my love
with each fiery kiss
Hear me
cry out to you
in silent pleading
let me not
be consumed
In the smoldering ashes
of apathy
May every sunrise, so dear and clear,
Cast its rays upon your every tear.
May every tear from your saddened eyes
Become debris from your midnight cries.
May every non-joyful tear bow in defeat
and be incinerated from the sunrise heat.
By sunset, before day turns into night,
May your heart and soul be free of fright.
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Take the Pain and kill it,
Lay it down to sleep forever.
Give it a kiss and say God be.
Down the path of Evil’s glory,
Surpass everlasting nothing.
Die with the pain within you.
Be reborn and smile outside,
You are no longer alone.
See that you are surrounded by love.
The love that brought you sorrow,
It’s the same one that incinerated
LIFE
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.
A party and a baptism together?
They wouldn’t do that again... never!
Someone said, ‘Cheese is nice.’
The priest heard, ‘Jesus Christ.’
Which stuck with that poor kid forever.
7 December 2020
For Christmas Limerick contest
Sponsor Alexis Y
PS... if you hear that someone in the UK just got incinerated by a rogue lightning strike... it was nice knowing you all.
I don’t find words.
Words will find me crying,
when a drone hits the coral reef.
Between guilty and
innocent, the sleep will
level the night and
let go the dreams in sea.
The school of fish dies
in my story. The ship sails
for a new port. I cleave
a pattern of withdrawl.
Roses will come again, to
sign a pact with the unshaven
god, sitting on the pavement,
waiting to be beheaded.
Satish Verma
My spirit,
Incinerated.
Its ashes
Descend back into
That dark crater:
That inky opaque abyss,
Where the slightest din
Is swallowed,
Where that one fragment of light is asphyxiated,
Held down,
Stripped and raped from its alluring, golden iridescence.
It drowned in its own tears
And then scattered across its own grave.
They turn their backs
With apathy entrenched into their depths:
The reason for my oblivion
I do not want a mausoleum
I do not want a tomb
I do not want a coffin
Or a viewing room
I want to be incinerated
and thrown around my garden
like pixie dust
and it someone else lives here
I do not care
sneak in at night
throw me among my marigolds, lilacs, and lavender
I do not want a tombstone
I do not want a cross
I want to be among my faeries, my brownies, and my elves.
They would be so sad
if anything else were to happen
and so would I.
We should whisper our prayers tonight
before we go to bed tonight
our souls shall slumber onto the brink of eternity
in God’s home filled with his many mansions
tomorrow morning is coming
time to plan our burial
our hollowed bones and mundane flesh
will be incinerated into a rubble of floured ashes
diffused into the bowels of the ocean’s depths
the residue of our mundane mortality left behind
on the pastures of this broken down, sinful, sadistic world
Love in a vortex, tempest savaged;
Slammed to euphoria, broken, ravaged;
Breathing volcanic, incinerated;
Rocketing skyward, motivated;
Lodged in a crevice, trapped, imprisoned;
Bestowed on the blinded, sight envisioned;
Carved on a headstone, legend hammered;
Roared from the rooftop, cacophony clamoured;
Ripped on the railings, torn and tattered;
Buried with honour, illusions shattered;
Sweet resurrection, finger licking;
Bring it on down, alive and kicking...