Short Tinder Poems
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In this Equinoctial Splendor,
Around us cebelean surrender.
Nature’s love doth abound,
Leaping out of the ground.
So why’s my son still glued to Tinder?
I was hoping to find a new lover
I would find one one way or another
For online romance
I lowered my pants
And quickly swiped left on my mother
a single petal clings to the rim of the glass~
sunlight catches it, turning the edge
into a thin, bright flare
that lasts only as long as the light decides.
I set alight a fire burning bright
It was a blaze of hope, of faith
Having no tinder, I thought I might
Burn my heart; and smoke billowed, wraith.
I whittled at the carbon fuel, chipping as its lathe.
Shivering tinder, blazing breath.
Words whispered by ember’s death.
The last gasp of the risen;
slowly falling unto tomorrow’s shadow.
Sleep comes even,
to the wicked.
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.
"...if you are too careful love will not find you." ~Rumi
If you are not careful
Love will find you,
Like fire finds a tinder.
For: BITE SIZE POEM no24 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
October 21, 2021
(Marie from the Nutcracker grows ever older seeking her childhood dream...)
In her flat, thirty-something Marie
Is scrolling with mounting ennui;
Mr Right still eludes her -
She swipes left on Tinder,
Finding less and less fish in the sea
gone
is the
man who showed
such great courage
on these heartless shores
hard to believe
Tinder Grant
not here
gone
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10/12/2015
Contest - Ninette
Sponsor - Silent One
5th place win
sixteen notebooks of forgotten poems
lying in stacks in the back of Edna’s closet
unappreciated by her surviving relatives
until they realized what great tinder it made for their bonfire
her unread ideas up in smoke
lost forever into the vapor
A desert temple built as art beckons wounded hearts in need
That which shades a weary soul is written on its tinder frame
The phoenix born from temple flames engulf the hurt - a healing pyre
David Mohn
”Sijo in a Temple” Contest
06 May 2014
the flammable man
highly combustible
ready to be kindling
he walked around thinking he was flameproof
until the day he got too close to a bonfire
and went up like tinder
gone so fast
his classmates thought his head disappeared
indeed he had
What's gods currency?
What would you do, if there was nothing to do, but find it?
Seems we'd be on an odyssey for a redeemed community
To spruce up the defoliated faces
Cut the noose of ornamental laces
The quest of placing tinder, in lights focal graces
Go
Empty Thoughts-Never Acknowledged dreams
they are not the means nor the end,
they are like wet tinder
they do not spark, and as you wait for them to dry and become something of use
your life withers away and night turns to day
you lose the need for fire
© Samir Georges
2008
Who will tend the fire when I am gone
Roll softening embers into flame-less dreams
Set tinder-like thought a-flicker
Ignite the force of building passion
Contain and shape its form
Lest smoke diffuse its truth
Who will share the essence of the flame
When I have faded into ash
The sun spills
through the early
August leaves, and I
remember nothing,
nothing of love or
the fiery tongue
of youth, here, on
this dry ground, is
only tinder,
only the wind
catching the cracked
branch,
and each the tender
ashes scatter once
more
into the shimmering
August sun
The so called Tinder Swindler is a Coward
He is a Joke
One Netflix documentary and the pathetic little man
Vanished in a puff of smoke
An imaginative guy whose games are over now
Plastic surgery may transform that face
But the evil that resides in those eyes and soul can never be replaced!
' 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 ©
Enticing fantasies, Love's ember,
Ensconcing dreams, Love's befriender,
Engendering hopes, Love's lender,
Enthralling desires, Love's tinder
Endearing charms, Love's render,
Enterprising schemes, Love's contender,
Endowing passions, Love's commender,
Enduring affections, Love's surrender.
Small shards of Flint stone, picked from the quarry’s rubble
Blacksmith-bent bit of iron, wrapped around my fisted knuckles
Strike strike strike spark!
Charred cloth poised to catch, glowing grows with gentle breath
Introduced to fine fibered tinder, Suddenly aflame, yabba dabba doo!
20161024
A young Tinder pro from Roanoke
on his dates liked to play a big joke.
He would cause women fear.
Meeting them, he’d appear
in disguise as an old, ugly bloke.
June 2, 2022
for Tania Kitchin's A Funny Limerick - Any Theme Poetry Contest
Syllable scheme checked by Howmanysyllables.com: 9/9/6/6/9
It's Spring and it's snowing again.
I look up and watch it descend.
All through the Winter we hunt wood and tinder,
Waiting for Spring to begin.
Now Spring is finally here.
You'd think we'd be filled with cheer.
I saw the first Robin his head was a-bobbin.
He's freezing his tush it's quite clear.
inspiration burns
turns a spark
from the tinder
of imagination
into a flame..
a flame
that gathers up
experience
burnishes and
refines
a nugget of emotion
into an image, then
crystallize as a phrase
to become
a spoken word,
a voice
from
the seeing eye
Love from Tinder Grant,
so tender, and wishing me it all,
it all, before he flew away.
Tinder, Tinder,
the magic recall of his name
now he has gone.
He must fly back,
and tender love again to me,
oh, Tinder, gloriously.
Grant it to happen soon
oh gods high up above,
that Tinder comes to me.
10/13/2015
beautiful day
the wind will dry the ground
as nature intended
the beginnings of Spring - ever
so splendid
with the long months of Winter
my mind is a splinter
staying indoors where it's dry
like a pile of tinder
soon flowers will bloom - Winters
witch to fly off on her broom
no more to feel like
a land of doom
Where the white gnaws
a brook,
black Ash trees sink
waist high
in a smoking frost.
My coat is a rook's shadow.
I need to thaw a fumed silhouette,
warm my breath
from old body embers.
Ahead, robin red-flames
tattoo creaking water.
Between the tinder
and the cold flare,
a *** end of sun
ignites icicles
in a brief day-blush.