Short Snuffing Poems
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There's a light
I do not know it
But I feel it
All the more
There's no light
But it burns
And I feel it
Despite snuffing out
The glow before
The horses stoop
when autumn blows,
snuffing echoes
of cheerful plains.
Wheels load frail boughs
down time’s remains
where carriage claims
all flowers, gone.
Ride On A Pathya Vat
From Banjo Casto
Aug 5, 2014
Theme: Carriage
Death,
Called to me… before
Life,
…Ever had a chance
And..
…Left its mark on me.
Claiming my soul as its own
Snuffing that glorious spark
That never grew.
Leaving nothing left
For this world
But a hollow vessel
That this world
Has filled with sorrow.
The sun falls in slow motion,
plunging softly into the horizon,
sending slow, fiery waves across the violet sky.
The moon rises from the embers,
cold silver against molten gold,
snuffing day with night,
as the first stars emerge like frozen sparks
above trees covered in snowy ash.
So alive,
So vibrant,you were
Until death embraced you,
Snuffing out your dreams and hopes
It has been two rains
Since your eternal sojourn.
Though I see you as if you were,
In lived memories.
I often ponder where you are.
Can you see us?
Embittered not by your crossing.
For we all have the same course.
It starts out so small
A single dark spot
Ending the summer trek
Sand sticky and black
Like an artery cut open
It continues to pulse
Sludge sliding across the water
Toxins pump through the ocean
The hemmorage cannot be stopped
Using Nature against herself
Coating the fowl while drowning the fish
Snuffing the life from the sea
we're invisible in the dark together
tracking
black faced dog silently
snuffing his way
my hand can touch his back
but
I hold the leash loosely
these spring nights we waited for
through the icy winter walks
sliding around
and now we can slip into the woods
at the school field and watch for
whats coming
or sit by the playground
watching
taking our time
he shows me what dogs know
A bloodied sword
found on the battlefield
Corpses strewn about
in the dark and dirt
The fallen lie on consecrated ground
Their eyes blank, their limbs cut
Stragglers walk on this field
Their memories of peace
dying with each step
So the wicked winds of mortality
have come to claim their own
They thought they were.......
But reality came forward
Snuffing out that candle
Close your eyes,
Let the light flee.
Darkness becomes your world,
Now try and escape.
You find a way,
you’ve found the key.
Not even the birds could feel as free;
Soaring over the clouds high above,
Tempted by Icarus’s love.
Oh the sun is an angry *****,
Alluring like Gretel’s witch.
Snuffing the light into night;
Casting out your sight with her plight.
Darkness becomes darker once you’ve seen the light.
Form:
Your Postmortem excommunication of the acorn cut down in its prime
was like hurling obsidian from a glass castle
Your sharp words that you intended to separate my pulp from the rind
Was no more than an editorial with no reference to time
Just a flicker of his flashlight has left me blind
Low attendance due to hassle
Snuffing your fading ember would be too kind
By Robb A. Kopp
All Rights Reserved © MMX
Feeling alone
Insanely insatiably
It crawls inside my gloom
Feeling alone
Or am I hallucinating
Why am I
Taking my life
For pain not caused by me
Why am I
Taking my life
Pain fills me beneath my skin
It boils out
Snuffing me out
Repeating my soul to hell
Once more
Feeling alone
Feeling alone
Feeling alone
Feeling alone
Feeling alone
Soooo Lonely
Longing for heavens gate
Heavens gate
Sparse lashes span aged lids,
framing an eye that catches light
like the clearest glass.
The softest liquid sheen - of tears?
But the eye stares blankly
without expression.
No crinkle of joy, no distention of fear,
yet the pupil dilates, eclipsing the iris.
Snuffing out the moon.
And there, the faintest reflection...
watching, waiting.
He stares down Death itself
with no sign of fear.
*Inspired by Escher's "Eye"
Stumbling drunken stupor
Beating Hell into her
Snuffing out all possibility of Hope
Shattering Self-esteem so she couldn't cope
With a lit American Spirit
Slipping from slobbering loaded lips
While simultaneously screaming "I LOVE YOU!!!"
Scared into believing all the lies, subconsciously knowing the Truth
Stuck wondering how long must in wait for these memories to fade?
So that I can move on gracefully fearlessly facing another day
Form:
That cigarette is laying in it's pack
I know exactly where it's at
Right there on the end table
Available to me whenever I'm able
Its been a couple hours, I've had enough
Gotta grab one and puff, puff, puff
Sadly, I'm snuffing that butt out in the ashtray
I said I was through with smoking just yesterday
But I could have predicted
Cigarettes are not through with me, I'm addicted
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Play a sad song for me harmonica man
My mood is bummed out, I feel second hand
Keep it smooth but no high note
My mood is low, I will only gloat.
Let the song remind me of a love I lost
I’ll pay you well whatever the cost
so much like ‘love story’ crying on my pillow
I am lovesick like a weeping willow.
The saving of hope is futile, it’s stifling me
Play harmonica man until you can see
my heart shedding the memories to get thru
snuffing the past to let life become new
Coping with a prognosis,
for some seems difficult,
but a flicker of hope
lingers in my heart.
Viewing death as devastating
is tantamount to snuffing
the inner candle,
a prelude to heaven’s glorious light.
Even as pain encumbers our abilities,
muddling our sense of reason,
bask in the glow of optimism
that earthly life is but a passage.
Through the tunnel we see a beam
that resonates through our souls.
A single candle illuminates
the path to eternal salvation.