Tinderbox Poems - Poems about Tinderbox

In this hospital… That is like a tinderbox. Our screams do not turn us ablaze- Neither will sitting stolidly. But if we try to remember the times before we turned evil… Then this hospital… Will become fully inhospitable. 11/11/22 Tinderbox Edward Ibeh...

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Rife are grievous echoes lamenting worldwide From widespread disgust clamoring weary sigh, Perturbed in lonesomeness, bawling in dark, Clasped beneath shroud of tenebrous clouds, Rendering world aghast in grip of distraught. Battlefield is raging, tearing apart humanity, Women and children are dying of atrocities From bombs and missiles fired indiscriminately Destroying buildings, annihilating normalcy, As lives scatter, fleeing death and uncertainty. Fueled by anger, pent-up...

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We hear loud thunder rolls, but don't know what tomorrow holds. Have you ever wished that you were wrong? We all wish that our wait was not so long. We want the future to be what we want and see. We think anything less than our way is a travesty. Near the Great Divide, on a train, as it began to...

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Autumn's at the mercy of unscrupulous wildfire A tornado igniting forest walls with leaves aswirl Flames of colors rare radiant orange sapphire On glowing wind-borne embers storm, they twirl October fires, dubbed the season of the witch Destroying two hundred thousand acres in route An unmerciful fate leaving a scarred barren ditch Fierce arid gusty storms are furnaces in this drought An exploding...

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The colors of the season are flaming orange, russet, gold and red. From what kindling was this glorious, bright explosion fed? Is there some tinderbox in Mother Nature’s fall collection from which she ignites the world with such utter fiery perfection? Where is the kindling kept? Mother Nature keeps it close at hand waiting until autumn when she sparks beauty’s flames across my land. It remains her...

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Sept. 11. is a dark and fateful day, No one wants to live through. A plane plummeted into the World Trade Center And in minutes it turned into a tinderbox. With a flash of light and a thunderous boom, Billows of smoke darkened the sky. Crimson flames rose high and danced in the air, Turning hundreds into mere cinders! Such atrocities are...

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I flew to him as though he was a sultry flame and I a fragile moth, in need of warm affection. I danced around him, this man without a name. In his eyes I saw desire from my own reflection, smoldering in me was the beast I could not tame. I was aware of danger. I'd been burned before, but offered...

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Tinderbox Just a little box that holds the matchsticks, compact box with matches inside Just a little box that holds the matchsticks Yet they hold the strike of death! Yet they fire the final flame; How could something so inconsequential be to blame? Just a little box that holds the matchsticks, Ignite and spark in a trash can at the park, The spark caught...

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Emotions erupt in anger and hate. Disputes can flame into war, even more. Intelligence drought, no room for debate. While a crisis exists from sky to shore in Earth's struggles we quietly ignore. We forget they're numbered: majestic trees, captured by fires and a dry thunder's tease. Our thoughts were gentled by edens we miss. Minds became parched, like the greens, by degrees. Where...

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Our body is a tinderbox Yes it is and high time we know But to feel the flame, first detox Gentling thought in staid stillness slow Heart's fire within is love and light Christ consciousness veiled by ego To feel full force of bliss delight Fears and desires, we must let go Cause of suffering, ignorance Mistaken that we're body-mind This erroneous inference Is why we...

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Treasure hidden in the anxious, shy by clumsy hands "what ifs" and "aughts", a tinderbox buried inside though lightly damped by bleak, dim thoughts. A breezy optimism gusting through a little hope and something fresh, the dryness needed came from you igniting fires within the flesh. A passion to step to the edge a want to speak and to be heard, a yearning to...

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