Sooted Poems - Poems about Sooted

...Scents of burnt embers flowing over my windowsills Charred are the palm tree fronds that once fanned the breeze Seized are the pods, timbers Torches sparking shrills Behold the......

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...I wanted so badly to know every darkened piece of coal beneath your sooted mantle See for myself how every well lit pane Became a sunlit stage Where the glittered dust danced so graceful How ......

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...catalyse of chalk circles sooted box, reveals the vortex inside stakes open her eyes pries into her private life draws blood with madness insists a deep cut of ties ......

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...Poker Sketch “The Brotherhood of Eternal Love” What did we contemplate; while at the fire-front, sooted: Hot faced, In three D: In those long minutes, of pleasant ; extended hours of misguid......

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...We bite the dust every morning, spitting gray powder, like desperados. Firebirds nosedive in forewarning, perverting the trees into hell’s tornadoes. We taste sooted smog on our tacky tongues,......

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...Until now, the skies were only blue or gray. But today, wrathful Cacus set the sky ablaze. Today, the spectral smoke choked ochre sky mirrors exploding wildfires unleashed below. Today the ta......

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...strange how the day shuts down, suddenly bleak, as when the dawn crested three-quarters past six. cumbersome eyelids befriend pen and ink — outline of skinny trees, lack of stars, hush’d ......

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...Dear Diary It's the 13th June today It should be a Friday An unprecedented day Dark as my mood You see diary dear Today she asked me What's your greatest fear? For awhile I sat quiet Deba......

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...Deep within, settle our diamonds of hate; Descending, slowly through our mind, heart and soul. Hurts refined and ignored, forgotten in fate; At first nothing but, a burning lump of coal. The bl......

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...When I was young the broom sage grew so tall It towered over me, fuzzy tickling Right there in front of momma harvesting Harvesting just enough sage for a broom Broom sage to sweep the hear......

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...Just as we are, we were made to be Straight ties, ironed shirt and no sense of identity. Who are they, they asked Are they sooted white or just black as snow. They talk as would an aristocrat but y......

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...the headiness of now swirl of keystroke and ideal new pages new thoughts flying on ether buoyed by excited neutrons flared by the plasma of a thousand faceless pens type it spill it splash ......

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......and with a sip, the saddened lass drained the half full, half empty glass. As scorched sorrow burned her brain, she drained the dregs that did remain. There in the bottom, saw her world, amid the ......

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...The crowd is drawn like magnets Drawing flecks of finely splintered steel. They stand and stare At smoke-choked, charred remains- Magnificent Medea. Her ashes slowly blow like dust Upon Atlant......

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...After so many at the World Trade Center died And after the carnage in the Bronx every night Coming over this trail of blood like tears Where that angry disenfranchised foot, booted Start the cour......

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