Short Pyre Poems
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Fire swiftly releases and
A soul flies free on its course;
The journey to afterlife,
Needs no vehicles.
How strident are their screams, 'Ceasefire!'
~ adding fuel to the funeral pyre ...
She laid her emotions on a pyre.
Took a torch and lit a flame.
A gust of wind kidnapped them,
Taking them into the sky.
Watching as her desires flew away.
A smile hinted in her eyes.
Scorching plumes billow upward
Devouring light
Reaches across the heavens
To invite the night
Celestial pyre
Reduced to smoldering coals
Daylight's bold retire
Tanya Harrington
© 9-26-2012
Wonder of Dusk Contest
Your words are kind, effervescently sweet.
Extending your embrace,
For the comfort others seek.
When I gaze into your eyes,
I experience a sea of fire.
That no one could deny,
Is the quintessence of your passion’s pyre.
Your words are kindly, effervescently sweet.
Extending your embrace,
For the comfort others seek.
When I gaze into your eyes,
I experience a sea of fire.
That no one could deny,
Is the quintessence of your passion’s pyre.
One day,
On a blissful Wednesday,
I crawl up the moon to cry away.
Dark night,
Take me away with the light,
Keep sailing through the storm with all my might.
Silence the dweller,
While roses for the pyre wither,
And all my hopes shatter.
Slow burning funeral pyre
Whose flame burns with desire
Smoke clouds obscuring the sky high
Things I left as I was too shy
What remains for me in the end
Broken dreams not a friend
Resting, pleading hopes of romance
But at the time I didn’t learn the dance.
© Paul Warren Poetry
' Such sinful acts would awake the inviting darkness into the fervent misdeeds of carnal lust, that burn in the heat of an ever raging pyre; where the scorching heat is a consuming hell of pleasure to those who crave in the tinder of its wanting rebellion. '.
Alfredo Gonzales ©
On the pyre are laid
Deeds and dreams of a lifetime-
Sacred smoke rises!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
01 May 2021
*There have been at least 300,000 new infections every day in the past week, with more than 360,000 new cases and more than 3500 deaths in the past 24 hours.
Everyone cheered as the fire was lit
And innocent laughter surrounded the Guy’s pyre;
As crackling flames engulfed the stuffed figure sitting on top of it,
A hedgehog hibernating below, in the heaped dead leaves and briar,
Did not survive the children’s bonfire.
Guy – an effigy of Guy Fawkes burnt on 5th November
your first kiss
turn flocks of birds
in thoughts
in blood
in the bones
they all create their nest inside me
as if I were
another season
or maybe they desire
from the poisoned fruit
escape key for those
who will ask me regarding
Immortality
in waltz step on the pyre
the flight is burning
the freedom
the longing.
Written: July 30, for contest Sponsored by: Rob Carmack
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I sketch your pedigree in marrow script,
each speech slice out of salt spines—
No ledger can fetter the flow of flame,
or control the smell of storm-born mind.
Wombs are pedestals blazed by pyre,
where armor converts into full ember.
If you wanted my beating heart
You should’ve treated it right from the start
Yet you set me on fire
cause you hate yourself
Watched my burning pyre
As you berate yourself
Now my carcass smolders
In the ashes of
What sickens me to call our love
It gives me glee to see
It blow away in the wind
As if it was never there to begin
And at last I am free again
funeral pyre
from the virgin flat plains
soared a modern funeral pyre
that stood so high
it could be seen miles away
with the naked eye
whose dense black smoke
released into the pure blue sky that day
the last drawn breath of many
waddling padded foot babies
like the silver blade from a heavy ancient sword
slaying the life of an innocent
white fleece lamb
too many died that day
in the heartland
No, No, No please stop this
I screamed aloud
Fire started igniting my whole body
I cried loud
Please somebody help me out
Why nobody could hear
Why everyone act like I no longer exist there
I started feeling fear
Everyone is shaking my body and crying aloud
Now, I realize I lost
My everything forever
The one who loves me
May remember me for certain year
The one who dislike my existence
May be happy forever
The lightning danced all through the night
To wrought a festival of fire
That put to torch in blackened blight,
And scorched the forest like a pyre
Now, petroglyphs of nature’s arts
In splotchy ash ‘cross craggy scarp,
Are scarred background to blackened ghosts
Now frozen in escapement’s warp.
The energy of blackened woods
And flora from the forest floor
Has left behind the fertile goods
Of nascence sown, as evermore.
The smoke is rising
On the far horizon
The Eastern skies are aglow
With the countless fires,
Of funeral pyres
In numbers we cannot know,
Strange fires indeed
That burn for the need
Of oxygenated air.
And we, who stand so far away,
Are still left cold, and smugly say,
“We are here, and they are there.”
But it’s fools who stand and look on blind
At the smoke that’s carried on the westward wind.
© Barry Freeman 5th May 2021