Short Playing With Fire Poems
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Playing with fire
blissfully unaware
the loaded dice
dance in the hands
of those
whose push
will see me
over the edge.
Sometimes you have to be burned with fire
To learn is better to do not inquire
Nayda Ivette
11-18-2015
Broken love.
Fancy flesh.
Driven mad.
Cool and clean.
I'm thinking of desire
and playing with fire.
I'm getting higher and higher.
The spark of innocence
is upon me.
Fire
Fire
Cried the boy wolf
And as the fool, looked back around
His house had burned down
That's what you get
When playing with fire
** For Poet Destroyers Playing with Fire contest **
If you play with fire you'll surely get burned
Lighting fire to the drapes, attention it earns
Not a great idea
Leads to diarrhea
Fire engines blaring, causes extreme concern
Playing with fire
...like night magicians
playing with fire till dawn
needn't tell but crowd
masquerades seeking sources
to revitalize their wands.
For: Poet Destroyer's "Playing With Fire" contest.
Creation and destruction
Seeing the animation,
Intimidating cessation
Mankind’s foundation
Youthful fascination
Delivers elation and sedation
Yes even fixation
Even deep temptation
Sometimes cremation
Depending on location
She said, "play with my fire, you may get burned!"
He played, he left, she was a woman spurned
She started a false rumor
In his groin a tumor
His love life was done... a hard lesson learned....
On the sands of time we meet again,
Playing with fire as you melt to me;
Eyes smoke as I crave in your touch.
A wish that smile: to covet and woo?
Ferment a bit, know the truth of love
Enslaved in joys be the loving dove.
The man who starts a war is playing with fire
He is no better than a killer for hire
His only purpose is to destroy anyone who gets in his way
By Murdering more and more people with each passing day
A massacre to acquire a filthy desire
In this merciless city,
There is no place for a love so true.
In this merciless city,
It is a crime to love.
Here, love is considered a taboo.
In this merciless city
A teardrop makes up for a desire.
In this merciless city,
Love is playing with fire.
"Not interested"
Playing with fire
Not interested
To know
How you are
Like..
How me
Not interested
till we are in love
Dear all please forgive my error if their on writing
with love all
jagdish bajantri
Playing with fire, in time we tire
Game of desire foolish
Objects that our heart does aspire
Are all doomed to perish
Stop this thinking disease
No demons to appease
Be blissful and at ease
Down to the wire
Playing with fire
22-August-2022
Quietus
In the hearth of my Heart there burns a torch,
While a furnace blasts inside my brain
A stove on which my Soul is scorched-
Pyre that kindles in dying flames
No Hell is hotter than my ire-
A searing heat, charring desire
Glowing embers, the blaze I enter
(Nothing more could fuel my fire!)
Female skeeter singing for a favor
wanting my blood for her next caper
she's playing with fire
her future looks dire
joining others on my wallpaper.
8-23-17
For Lin's "Drawing Blood" Join In Poem
Addendum: Had to change the gender of the mosquito because found out only females bite!~Che :)
Playing With Fire
(Unfinished)
Virulent tendrils of aching need
Fanning smoldering desires
Entangled in a burning embrace
Sinewy bodies dancing in place
Consumed by the passions we feed
Longing needs tenderly conspires
Tempestuous intense tensions
Demanding passionate release
rlm
'09
Form:
Be proud my girl, but be humble. Be strong as well as gentle. Be courageous but never reckless. Do no harm, but take no crap. You are wild and fierce, determined and strong. I don’t aim to tame you, but guide you. To hopefully pass along hard lesson learned. I know all to well what ups and downs this life will bring. A fire burns inside you, ready to set the world on fire, but remember my girl, you too, are part of the world.
PLAYING WITH FIRE
The Christ Child whom we celebrate
Came to save the world from sin
There never was a love so great
But some won't let Christ in
They listen to satan who is a liar
Their destiny has been foretold
They'll spend eternity in a lake of fire
Lest they break old satan's hold
My question raised to you today
Is Heaven your desire?
If not, get on your knees and pray
It's time to stop playing with fire
Dancing round
The flickering flames
Skirting the problem
Avoiding the truth
Turning a blind eye
Words left unsaid
Emotions hidden
Pretending, evading
Singeing our finger tips
Heating up and making larger
The space between us
Unable to look me in the eye
A problem that grows
Fanned and fed by silence
Till we get burned
And scars are left
It spreads and consumes
Wild, out of control
So easy to prevent
Now more difficult to stop
In the night time,
we would walk
hand in hand with our fate,
the beats of music,
the sounds of crashing waves,
blending.
Our bodies start to move.
Reckless playing with fire
the game of burning desire.
The clock is ticking,
we are out of time.
Shall we fall in the sin
of never looking back?
The lines are blur.
Breaking dawn is crashing down
upon us.
But we don't stop
and we are caught of crime
of not caring what we lose.
Our love was never meant to last, I knew that.
I'm plain and boring, like grass that tickles your bare feet,
But you, you're like a fire that burns in the darkness of the night.
And though I knew we wouldn't last, I needed to try.
Mom always told me never to play with fire,
But I never knew playing with the fire within your heart was just as bad.
And when you left, my heart didn't break, it burned.
And darkness returned to my life.
Your stretched nerves
move, like a reptile
in a dance;
for the evolution of sexuality.
The exodus was a stunt
playing with fire.
I will hide nothing.
I was a cloud within a dot.
Unknowing the fall, I
seek, the failure, to climb
again on strange words
to find the underlying meaning of pain.
You begin exploring
the hills after the unexplained
apartheid, after the bloodbath
of the golden peacocks.
Satish Verma
Peace at stake,
it worked.
Withdrawal of rubber dolls
playing with fire.
Empty bowls in lunar month.
Concords were flying very high
noiselessly crossing the peaks
of great grudges.
Pure golden hair –
of grief.
It really was miracle.
Bald eagle was waiting.
Enough time to steer a murder.
The irresistable desire
to rub with a paranoid.
Extracting a genius from mediocre genera.
Life had become too genteel.
SATISH VERMA
He was just a boy of five or six he did not mean it,
it happened so quick.
But the orange glow in his eyes did shine,
he felt the same every time.
The fire took control with it's light,
he had no fear only delight.
Ashes rise in the air the smell of smoke,
he just stares.
Quietly waits and watches the fun,
until all the fire is done.
Until next time he thinks in his head,
he smiles and then goes to bed.
JSergi
Contest: Playing with fire
I knew I was playing with fire when we met, so I couldn't blame you when I got myself burned.
You added gasoline to my fire, lighting the match and faning the flames higher, watching them burn brighter.
And as bright as the sun did I ever burn, to feel her touch, taste her miss, just to hear her laughter one more time.
In the end, being true to her beautiful chaotic self, she walked away, leaving a burning desire, and no way to put it out.