Torch Poems - Poems about Torch

To speak the truth in a world woven with lies is to set yourself on fire like a torch, Just to prove you were never made of wax melted under absent gazes, They praise polite silence, mute nods, and false smiles that hide the void, But they tremble when your words come unfiltered, sharp, soaked in everything they...

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My brothers, sisters, all of this I’ve seen As every day across the sky I’ve been. Whilst you have watched the flowers gleam and grow, ‘Twas I that held the lamp that made them so. And I have wept for regions, now despoiled, Where I have shown my strength, and you have toiled. Yet we, who know so well the...

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For you, who must remain in Asphodel, We weep for you, who have forever fell. Yet we, who lost the moment, gained all time. In falling, do we hope that others climb. And though we lost our little lot of Earth, We wish upon it all a grander birth. Though life is for the living, not the dead, Your lives our dreams,...

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For teachers are the torch the gods may send, Whose patient light, the wounds of darkness mend; Who, but they bring beginning, there be end. ...

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As we embraced in the enveloping darkness of his front porch, I am filled with peace and warmth, knowing I will always hold this torch. Shrouded in secrecy: love comparable to a scorch. ...

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You are much like the cosmic light Who set into the flesh of plight Shining in the world that all see O Light, be merciful to me You are much like the blue sky’s heart Your elect, even when apart Are the light beams and veins of thee O Light, be merciful to me You are much like morning’s birthplace When you...

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At the end of another summer day Rainbow of deflated asses crotches and breasts strung along our deck railing Flail like a Tibetan prayer flag Under the smoky umbrella of burgers and brats Grilling for dinner Souls adrift from their left behind soaked skin The sleeves and pantlegs re-begin Arms and legs jog in place In the cool lungs of a dry evening...

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Out of the blue on this summer day Richie asks me if I want to swim with him across the lake Sure what the hell and that is that I will match the older boy’s vim and whim Two strong boys armored with Nietzsche arrogance and Tolkien muscle Armada of scarecrows and wrists assemble on Wally’s manmade beach To accompany us...

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farewell stepping down less one this ticket empathy for our country the torch is passed, age has revealed its sly self ...

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I rock in this outdoor cheap chair Its cushion foam like ice cream Half-eaten by the winter mice in storage I don’t mind Don’t need a full seat to see before me The drop off on Torch Lake Its fine line drawn between sky and space So turquoise on one side black and blue on the other Top to bottomless cliff A mere step...

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Your indifference is the abandoned torch that scours old bridges, Hiding in shadows the echoes of each tremulous and cold step. Your wounds, coppery reliefs that lure me dishonorably, Urge me to explore how I pretended, burning, turned into dust of a severed star. I return to the field where your scorching heat fosters germinations of the void, To gaze...

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PASSING THE TORCH Come to light another torch Why? Because the truth is in the hands of the masters in every prize Come to light another torch Why? Because the truth requires perfect accountability for one’s own perceptions and lies I light the torch Sharing love, wisdom, expertise An inspiration of my mission to the Life’s magnificence ...

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In the shadow of the night, you're a torch in the fog, An echo of a heart that does not tire. You've planted an entire world within me, Your meaning grows in the coolness of the evening. Through the blue of other rivers, I see you again, And I become the sky that welcomes you into the azure. My heart a...

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death colours' season takes a new torch to run with until legs resist ~thirsty crossing...

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The great bird feathered harpoon Flung from one shore to the other Soaring over the Caribbean green of Torch Lake Flies at the bow of my speeding boat Or should I say more accurately I race on the morning frill of waves At the Blue Heron’s pointing wing 20 miles per hour On the nose Skipping stones lake to sky to lake How to...

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