Short Matchsticks Poems

Mountain smokes cigars,
throws ashes, matchsticks and  fire
on neighbors and friends...

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Village School empty
                        boys engaged bundle matchsticks
                        in the village Match factory...

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Someone lit a fire,
Knowing someone like me would
Find it, feel it… why?

Odd to see flames here,
Strange… it’s something wilder than
Matchsticks or candles....

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Listen to poem:

a pulp paradox

one million matchsticks
from one tree and one matchstick
burns one million trees

2019 August 19

*3rd Place*

Tree Themed Haiku
~~Tania Kitchin...

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In her resting place — she’d toy
with shadows, matchsticks
and glow in the dark paint.

Out and about — she’d fly
through the night, wax her teeth
and loudly sip her straw.

A mordacious-red stain upon her tongue.

1/29/2018
Brian Strand’s Premiere Contest 125
Sevenling Poem...

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the un-struck match, does darkness bring,,
the unfair world's a bitter  thing,
the unloosed demon meets his match,
so poor, the former rich do sing...
when logic don't smoke the  hash,
 yes lassie,  per alas,
i'm thinking,
its just a logic swing...

Don

re: Dr Ram "The Matchsticks"
......

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You saved me and our boys
when you count the matchsticks
you might think you came out
on the side that don't flick

And so we fight

You love a slightly unbalanced wife 
you endure an unbalanced checkbook
you live a life that keeps you breathing
a life based on a chance you took

But you were right...

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Between life and death 
a photo finish race 
will decide the relationship.

There was intoxication 
at heights. Your throat had 
become hoarsed, sliced 
after a scream. Matchsticks 
were thrust in the 
gnawed mound of kneaded 
flour. The kitchen 
was going to explode.

Barehands you were
picking the black beans;
parting me lip by lip
caressing me thumb by thumb.


Satish Verma...

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Do not remove the hyphens.
The stars were trekking 
on foot.

All that was a mirage.
A hot rood was leading 
to a watershed.   

The wholeness splatters 
on the bank. The water,
takes all the dots and dashes.

The black tree was stark 
naked. No leaves, no fruits. 
Only the singed wood.    

You cannot make the 
matchsticks. You will have 
to rub your hands to start the fire. 


Satish Verma...

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She stains her thoughts persimmon
and pastes them to the walls
to catch the attic exhale
in brilliance of ideas
She wraps each meditation
in a ribbon in her hair
and bruises self defiance
sending doubt into the air
She blinds the room in matchsticks
and peaks out at the trees
with just the snap of buds to see
a prelude to the bloom
She's full of stretches, cat and paw
and soaks her privacy
into her thoughts to be recovered,
shining them to gleam....

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COUPLET MATCHSTICKS - A CONVERSATION STARTER

The lyrics crescent of bravado
Toes of the ballerina apropos

The gymnast - a sculpture in motion
A wrestlers seamless grip

The poet’s morse code
Tears dripping from clothesline

Simmering heat from pavement
Snow white encampment

Cheap underwear
Kilmer’s trees

Serpentine legs, sharp Argentine tango
Carmen’s March of the Toreadors

Golden streets, pearls, living water
Plath’s Tulips

10/23/2017...

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Don’t eat cake, they said; it goes to your hips
That’d be sexy, I think and lick the cream on my lips
Don’t eat cake, they said; it goes to your thigh
A little cushion on those matchsticks I can’t deny
I ate seconds with cream so yummy
It sat layered on my once flat tummy
Making it protrude in bulk out of my jeans
Now I know what a muffin top means
As crunches and planks make me ache
Oh! I regret those pieces of cake

Written on :08/02/2016
Contest:'Regretting Cake' by Julia Ward...

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Making match sticks from the bridges
We haven’t yet burned.
Making match sticks to burn the bridges
We haven’t yet burned.
So busy with drinking cocktails,
sweating sex in hotel rooms,
 Running from boredom
Soaking up the smiles from homeless on the pristine streets,
Widdling away the reflections in the shop windows,
That’s not me, I am me, here with a flask and an appointment
At a speakeasy, staying busy. 
So busy making matchsticks we ran out of bridges to burn.

Michael F. Lewis
3/20/2014...

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