The Ashes Poems

Angel in The Ashes

They called it “order,” they called it “right,”
As shadows grew thicker and swallowed the light.
A whisper became a decree, then a law,
And mercy was branded rebellion, a flaw.

The Angel delivered in Auschwitz’s hell,
Breathing life where the silence fell.
Her trembling hands defied command,
Cradling hope the Reich had banned.

Today I hear echoes—same venom, new tongue,
The chants of

Phoenix in the Ashes

Bruised and battered, I still remain.  
Each scar a tale of silent pain.  
Two years of hell, I walked alone,  
A fractured heart, a broken bone.  

They never saw, they never knew,  
The storms I fought, the nights I blew.  
Yet from the rubble, I now arise,  
A

Phoenix rise from the ashes

Walking on Egg Shells
Each step, a fragile whisper,
Cracking beneath the weight of your gaze,
I tread lightly through the shards of us,
Every word a potential storm,
Every silence, a noose tightening.
You wore charm like armor,
A smile that could disarm a heart,
Yet behind it, shadows danced,
Manipulation dripped like honey,
Sweet but thick with poison.
I learned to read your moods,
A

The Ashes of Us

The house is quiet, her voice is gone,
I let her drift like morning’s song.
I held my pride like a burning flame,
But it was me who struck the match of blame.

She gave her heart, but I turned away,
Chasing shadows that led me astray.
Now all the dreams we built are torn,
And I’m left holding the thorns of

In a sea of roses, the ashes of your ghost still wander

In a sea of roses, the ashes of your ghost still wander,
breathing you in deeply, I try to pierce through the veils of time,
but to no avail, only a bitter emptiness fills my weary soul.
Fate tempts me, taunts me with the echo of your voice,
in the dead of night, when sleep refuses to be my

Out of the ashes

In shadows deep, a moment changed,  
With scars as stories, my path rearranged.  
From whispers dark, I found my voice,  
In every stumble, I made my choice.

The world now glows with vibrant light,  
Embracing life, I rise and fight.  
With hope as my guide, proud and free,  
I live

Frost on the Ashes

In the shadow of Christmas, I stand, frayed,
Where chaos once danced, now only I’ve stayed.
It was never a season of peace, of light,
Just the storm of their voices, the weight of their spite.

The tinsel, the laughter—so foreign, so cold,
A hollowed-out ritual, a story retold.
Family gathered, yet I was erased,
A ghost in the silence, an empty

Out of the ashes

Out of the ashes we rise,
Hot embers into the skies.
We gather to set the world ablaze.
To our Father, the God of Heaven and Earth we praise.
And with a shout demons flee,
And we walk in liberty.
Within His children there is a flame,
And He knows each by name.
Our God reigns from on high,
And He guides with a

All That's Left Are The Ashes

Alouette Me Poetry Contest
Andrea Dietrich


Honey did you care
We matched like a pair 
Now our life is a train wreck
All that's left is smoke
There's bills, and we're broke
You lost your job and paycheck

You will lose the house
And a faithful spouse
Because you couldn't stand tall
You lowered yourself 
Your weed was top-shelf
For your buzz, I took the fall

From The Ashes

She's Crazy She's beautiful 
She's fire She's ice 
She's passion she'll blame you 
She'll hate you 
She sexuality all by herself 
She will love you and say that she don't 
She will fight for you
She will let you go 
She will leave you 
She will return 
She will light a sexual energy inside you ,then

Stand under the bon-bon colored umbrella and watch the lizard rise from the ashes

A girl who's incredibly shy,
But if she opens up, she's like a bon-bon,
So colorful and exciting,
Her friends help her fly,

Another young lass,
Who will let you stand under her umbrella,
When your feeling down or lost,
But watch out for her sass,

Again another lady, yes,
Who needs encouraging and support,
Her friends stand behind her and say;
You will never be

Humoring of the Ashes

Elephants will head for higher ground 
before a Sunami makes landfall.
The flocks will sing desperate songs
and fly quickly from devilish fires.

While donning his three-piece silky suit
man-unkind kneads another infinity bomb...
as glassy moths nibble away his soul. 
Leaving their powder to humor his ashes.
Stupid-stupid man, a pawn to his ego.

From The Ashes - ITQ

 The rooster crows to signal dawn
 with all the drama it may spawn
 and from which lessons will be drawn
 Hearts may break, love may linger on

 Love's sweet song, it was her delight
 Before the day turns into night
 Heartbreak's song will echo her plight
 and discordant notes will take flight

  For

In The Ashes

Baiting 
a feeling

Passion 
is tracked

Luring
the moment

Setting
the trap

Eyes
look upon you

Cage
set on fire

Death
in the ashes

Preying
— desire

(The New Room: January, 2024)

From the Ashes

Mother enters the room with a broom
her ears ringing.
Father screams:
"you did not just say that filthy word!"

I did, I said it,
yet not at all knowing what was what.

The C word was in my six year old mouth -
it is still there.

It has transmuted, it is a Phoenix
that ever redefines
the nature of fire.

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