Short Lighters Poems
Short Lighters Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Lighters by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Lighters by length and keyword.
The concert began
We were in a world of animation
Our thoughts confused reality
Fans Clapped
Fingers dropped to the ground
Three fat girls giggled without sound
Eyes closed…
The band played as if they were on stage
Lighters lit we howled in hysterics
You were there…
We drove home in some Dad’s ’76 Seville
I own one now
War is upon us,
none wanted, yet all predicted.
Blast the TV faces,
Blast the gun-rich reapers.
Heavy the price - light the blasted child
the match lighters.
The conflict is here,
yet-not-yet do we fully flinch,
but give-way inch by inch,
behind the already blasted doors
of new lost freedoms.
Blast those we once trusted.
Blasted are the blasted,
all the blasted faces.
Puff Puff The Dragon
Let the Marlboro Cigarette Go
I Hate To See Your Lungs Drop Out Of Your Chest
It's Already Bad Often Your Breath Smells Like A Hot Mess
Don't You Want To Live
Don't You Want To Be Cancer Free
Let It Go
Let It Go
Let Go Of The Marlboro Cigarette And Lighter
So You Will Not Die
P.S.
Say No To Cigarettes And Lighters
Say Yes To Life
By: Shaniki Smith
06-09-2016
A black powder 1868 colt revolver.
Dad’s rusty Buck knife.
A few old Zippo lighters.
Ivory figurines haggled over
with an illicit trader in Shanghai,
same for a two hundred year old
silk rug never trod upon.
A tin box with a broken clasp
containing some things
I cannot now speak of.
A few other keepsakes
that when I look at them
remind me of how I got here,
and how I sometimes
lost my place.
they stand at the bar
tipping poison into their own drinks
smiling like devils with cherry lipstick—
their eyes cold and wet,
like alley cats wet from the rain.
they love to tell you
you’ve misunderstood the truth
you’ve got it all wrong—
your shadow’s on the wrong side
of the street.
they hold up a mirror—
you see yourself cracking
like cheap glass—
they grin,
one step back
one step ahead—
professional gas lighters
burning the soul right out of you.
The young starlet is sacrificed.
She is stark naked on a 20 foot
crucifix.
Piss streams
run down her thighs
and the wood.
Nails thick as cigarette lighters
are pounded through the bone.
Blood seeps to the surface
and stains her pasty, chalky skin.
Once vital hair
drapes down
over a low head.
Ecstatic apes,
also naked,
ranging in all ages, from the youngest
to the senior,
dance a mad dance in a circle
around the crucified dame
in a ceremony of grounding.