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Lit lanterns
Lit up the lonely tree
The night knew its darkness
Was for all to see
For the lanterns, they knew
They lit what was to be seen
The tree
Forever, it knew
Inspired by a photo
Poetic T May 2020
I'm so lit
you get a fake tan
             of my words.

                          But there so fake  
that it washes of quickly...
Amanda Kay Burke Apr 2020
I was used for heat
Candle lit for awhile
Snuffed out with a pinch
You made me melt but I barely warmed your fingertips
N Mar 2020
She struck a match and
lit the poet’s fire in me,

then left me to burn in
the flames of my loneliness

Now, I suffocate on the smoke,
and breathe it in like I write poetry
Kenny Anthony Mar 2020
I am the fire that resides, the flame that burns into the deep. the spark that ignite unto that of what will not keep lit
Amanda Kay Burke Feb 2020
I was somebody's someone once
Desired to keep me forever
Burn everything
And he was no exception
Our ties lit and thus severed
I am like a wildfire
dmperez Feb 2020
gathering lime
watermelon lit clouds fall
in neon rain
originally published HSA 2019 Member's Anthology: A Moment's Longing
fray narte Dec 2019
Somewhere in these long, midnight drives, somewhere in these litters of I love you's I never said, in the creases of my month-old sheets and in the calls I never made, somewhere between the daybreak and quiet Sunday mornings, between the lamp posts in the streets, between tonight and the first night I knew you, between the sound of hello's, and the sound of things ending for good — somewhere out there, darling, is a place where we've never fallen out love.
fray narte Dec 2019
so i will lay on your feet a heap of the nightfalls we mangled. i will pick you a handful of hibiscus and cigarette butts left rotting in hotel beds. i will brew and end storms until your eyes are all that's left. i will leave the loneliest love notes and patched up apologies on every curve, every arch of your spine, until you become a book of the musings i cannot hope write. i will cut my chest open and unbridle the black holes i have tamed — darling, i will let them devour all the galaxies but us, until you become the very sun and i, the dull glow of the moon's unlit side.

and you'll know that the vile truth is, i don't know how to love you without getting my heart broken.
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