Charring Poems - Poems about Charring

...Summertime is finally fleeting and oddly, though, I am not sad. Yes, the fields will soon be emptied of pastel-colored flowers and buzzing bees and wading knee-deep in tall, wild grass as the su......Read the rest...

...Summertime is finally fleeting and oddly, though, I am not sad. Yes, the fields will soon be emptied of pastel-colored flowers and buzzing bees and wading knee-deep in tall, wild grass as the su......Read the rest...

...I never understood the sentiment: “Attention is attention even it's bad” Until now I spill your gearfull hourglasses better than anyone can And you still don't recognize who I am You weren'......Read the rest...

...I can feel the light shining in my soul and my spirit is getting bold a new chapter is about to unfold and the grey clouds have faded away and clouds of love is coming your way. Something must hav......Read the rest...

...Unseen is the dark sky midst the pitch darkness. Owls howl-hoot. Vampire bats fly around. I sit, staring at the red moon. What has happened to me? What brute has made my lute mute? I'm mortified. ......Read the rest...

...Sick and tired, Of being separated from myself, I need wholeness. Too long. Hurtful, embarrassing. Unaccountable. Burdened. No longer joyful. Baby steps with outstretched arms, prepared to......Read the rest...

...Themed distractions, affairs a boulevard, as elbowed are divided from their minds. Aloof, queues succeed a ship calling card, as untrained get on, moons all exit signs. The General ......Read the rest...

..."I'd ride on the current of the Wayfarer Wind, not caring where his breath would take me." ~ by poet I hear his echoed thrumming when night......Read the rest...

...The focus burns through a paper-thin reality seared rings smolder, the laser fixed eye becomes a fire starter. You watch that slow burn as the watcher wat......Read the rest...

...Betwixt fires of birth and death I burn, Within embers of aches, meekness I learn; In flame and heat, I bathe and purify, Make me fit for my abode in the sky...! My fire is my rapture in Godhea......Read the rest...

...If witches would stay off their broomsticks, not collecting black cats and kids, not charring the sky with their tricks, keep to their bottomless pit, deep off the grid… If their cackles were b......Read the rest...

...I donned a cloak of sadness, too heavy to bear. My frowns, deeply etched from doleful despair. Then he came into my life; blue eyes smiling, like lambent skies after a storm, so beguiling. He ......Read the rest...

...I watched a man, once, far away, long ago, nameless, like a grain of sand, in that humid, fertile land, moustache, dark skin, rough hands full, of bleating flesh, rough steel, piercing the si......Read the rest...

...And there you go away again Onto a place, which only you've been Where when questions are asked You're always related back Answers free of any dividends And behind a thin white curtain Which co......Read the rest...

...Draw the embers into the wood Stroke it like it's a three-legged stool Blacken the charcoal of a dying fire Fasten it to a sun swelling brighter The object is to lick the smoking flame Soberly t......Read the rest...