Smoke Poems - Poems about Smoke

We dwell as God’s bliss hum, the flame within burning, being fire without smoke, birthed when eye be single and head and heart we yoke. We dwell as God’s bliss hum, current all pervading, pulsating day and night, exhuming the ego, bringing gift of clear sight. We dwell as God’s bliss hum, heightened rapture unbound, transforming feeble form, wherein vibrant presence, is centred in love’s storm. We dwell as God’s...

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Perhaps the new pope Can offer some hope To those who are lost and in need, But to ones who can’t cope, At the end of their rope, That improvement is not guaranteed. Though white smoke filled the sky And no one can deny The selection was balanced and fair, Many skeptics will sigh For the clergy on high Can’t help everyone desperate for care. To...

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The club was dim, a haze of gin and gold, where jazz ran slick like honey through the air. She stood in shadow, wicked, dark, and bold, red dress a warning--men still stopped to stare. Her cigarette burned low, a dying spark, a curl of smoke that whispered through the room. She met my eyes and smiled--slow, and dark-- a prelude to...

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The lights are low, the air is thick with sin, a lazy sax moans soft against the dark. She sips her drink, red lipstick on the rim, her gaze a flame that flickers with a spark. The piano sighs, each note a lover’s touch, fingertips tracing secrets on the keys. She hums along, just barely, not too much, a whispered song that...

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It's funny. The mind goes there and back, Switching between lyre to inspire - And the sober thoughts of black. If all I love is theory, And if all I know is fiction, Then why do eyes get teary, To the tune of my prediction? I could dream a thousand times, And play the songs that flow. If nothing else at least it rhymes, With...

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Smoke Cracks on my face formed from glass For I am such a fragile lass Shattered heart it is not stone My destiny to be alone I offered you the pane you see I prayed that you might set me free You turned your back without a care As if I wasn’t even there Shattered lost on shards I choke Me a mirror reflecting smoke. Picture Prompt Poetry....

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‘When you are not fed love on a silver spoon, you learn to lick it off knives.’ - Lauren Eden ................................................................................. my pains depart not even when my tear glands d r y as sorrow remains my life’s most loyal friend it bothers not to knock before drawing near just since I was wrested away...

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I wanted to disappear like smoke into the unknown air, where lines aren't drawn and nothing is known, Into a realm where rules don't bind us and failures leave no shadows in the tried soul, But this world is a vast ocean of beauty drowned in a community with a feigned smile, Where our minds are drained by...

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Sweet mother, Virginia Slim wedged between your fingers, that last light willed to die at the rig of a darkened room. You—half-goddess, half-ghost, pinioned in some still-life setting of tumbled smoke and silver hair. I’d always thought the air around your form was tilted at some aberrant angle, the world unaligned with your shape. ...

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Perhaps Heaven is nothing but a dream lost in the smoke of endless nights, where thoughts are wild birds flying across the sky of imagination, a play of shadows on the walls of a cave in the mind of a wanderer, with a heart like a torch burning with both hatred and love, seeking a place, where true winds...

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Crime busting Houston police smoke out disjointed fur rats house... formerly an abandoned Amazon warehouse went to pot with mold and magic mushrooms growing in every spot. All kinds of vermin stole into the damp dark environment of particular note concerned medium-sized rodents who belonged to order Rodentia who chomped down illegal contrabands, and quite a sizable portion went into their bellies,...

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My long-lost winter is here Even if it has not snowed, For by and by, woodsmoke is near Drifting slow across the road A most distinctive scent It carries to the nose, Up, up a chimney vent Where a fireplace glows Quite pleasant, yet strong This scent I do remember, Though it lasts not long From many a dying ember The season's sure sign Where a chill...

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Do I miss you, or do I miss the smoke - Of your promise on my lips? Both are warming on a chilly night, But here I struggle to breathe, I choke....

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Either the sun is broken, or someone has stolen it. The feeling of comfort, of warmth, is rare these days. I find myself longing for the shades of summer, where shadows of people and things made the world more real. Now, mists have taken over— the views from my windows, a magical backdrop for dreamy photos. I took a walk in the misty rain, its tender touch washing away the paths, erasing old...

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We wander in the smoke Of the fires we never should have fought But we thought we knew A thing or two, about calamity Having burned the world around us So many times for such small reasons That when the rains came Like a transcendent ritual To clean out the sky Of the cinders of our sins You’d think that would have been enough Of a...

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