Stoked Poems - Poems about Stoked

...I East I sit,Os ,did I obtain Rhythm’s rune is a joy Os, the God voice -I do acclaim ! Truth I speak-I employ. II Aligned with Os ,I am in tune. Food,rain, gained in my Blest tree. Do use ......Read the rest...

...You gripped my hips, not my heart you stoked the fire on my lips, sent me sprawling through an abyss and left my body tangled in sweat drenched sheets alone. you wove a wrathful web of wantonnes......Read the rest...

...In the vortex of a maelstrom, I was rudely thrown drowning in turbulent waters for an error I bemoan, a blunder of loving someone who chose to whittle away at my heart until it became ......Read the rest...

...Where has it gone? I had it just... To make bold a troubled mind. For as you see... it's up to me To keep the dregs in line. I feel naked in its absence... Unsure how to bear the cost. Beset ......Read the rest...

...I sat on what we have always called our marked bench and smoked. Just wish you were here with me, because we could have toked, The sad thing is I only wish you would be a little more stoked.......Read the rest...

... Enchanted by winsome waves of florid fantasy, the flower of my fervid heart blossomed when your charm drizzled desire on me like the amorous mid-summer rapturous rain. Drenched by t......Read the rest...

... His legend awoke in misty smoke From fancy, not fact are memories stoked ......Read the rest...

... Symbols cry in dry ice theater - the expanse of aesthetic visa- drawn- from the romance of the silvery eye - as it golden advances the lid of covenance in dynamic enzyme. Open faced t......Read the rest...

... You are the Angel of curiousity and poison, in my little shop of errors. You are my penance, a dungeon as I sentence myself in pre-judiced derision stoked, with desire's f......Read the rest...

...Chef dog stoked the heat in the kitchen every morn. He was the best chef in Milwaukee who had ever been born. He made chicken biscuits, sausage waffles and roadkill stew. I have always wanted to e......Read the rest...

...I have a secret weapon Leprechaun Larry said. We thought he was odd, a bit tiny in his head. It will get me the magic secret to the pot of gold. His claims were abrasive, rude, impolite and cold. ......Read the rest...

...The past is made of ashes stoked by the warm fires from what was once the present. They lay before me in the fireplace—heaped together, delicate and formless—with a bittersweet taste, soft color, and......Read the rest...

...banned in the shadows behind the scenes of a play, he carried on along his path without missing a step his poetic gnosis stoked a fire without lighting a match, for its invisible to the masses ......Read the rest...

...As the sun sinks past a white picket fence, still, toils an ingrained meaning all had sworn, past distinct dead plus dying, still, naught sense, prostrate souls taxes, lain of blood-stained worn. ......Read the rest...

... Shadows hiss_per, of secret, buildup-congealed, no longer trapped within curiosity's seals. Oceans of thoughts crash, unrested, on the rocks and hard-placed reveal of fait......Read the rest...