"ambers" poems
Destination home...
Making my way
Sleepy heads leaning
End of the day
Different people
Diverse ethnic races
Same endpoints
For us nameless faces
Where we're headed
Timeless cues
Rain-stained windows offer
Only blurred views
Beautiful display
Droplets colliding
Like liquid missiles
Crashing and merging
Yellow street lamps
Neons on buildings
Vehicular signals
Intermittent flashings
Reds, greens and ambers
Fighting for attention
Blues, whites and their hues
Feast for perception
Myriad colours
Refracted and broken
Prism induced dispersal
Little light show haven
Quite the spectacle
This dance and flight
Kaleidoscopic effect
Between water and light
Rain didn't abate
Unleashing full fury
All of us still safe
Capsule of tranquillity
Watching the chaos
Still silently looking
Overwhelming wonder
Heart is choking
Found myself tearing
At the sight of this view
Realised for certain
That I'm missing you...
Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 2:20 PM UTC
Yep puppy sitting my daughters eleven week old
red fox Labrador *****
All long legs big feet and puddles of *** on the carpet
Oh dear, Mollie dogs not happy
This pup is into everything
The contents of my pockets now strewn over the floor,
Teeth marks in my very expensive cell phone
But
I wouldn't change anything
Its been eight years since Mollie dog was a puppy
And I'd forgotten what fun they can be
Anyway how do I explain to my daughter about
The scratches on Ambers' nose?
Well she learned the hard way about what happens
When a puppy investigates one of my boys
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 10:11 AM UTC
(*My heart is a stone
encased in ice age glacier
tucked away in the nuclear bunker
surrounded by the Great Wall
if the Mongolians can't get to it
what chance have you?
Let's say you do manage to Mission Impossible reach it
Let's say you somehow Ocean's One steal it
Let's say you also The Bank Job keep it
How are you gonna get through that ice?
It's so cold Russians call it the nuclear winter
It's so cold Kobe rubs it before the game-winning shot
It's so cold Lucifer uses it as a cooler
It's so cold Ice Queen is now the Ice Princess*)
Yet
the trembling rosy lips dissolve the very bond
into silly little ice crystals and snowflakes
resonate so passionately with the frequency
of my stoic heartbeat
the dancing electrons revolted against
ionic-bonds and hydrogen-bonds
the frenzied molecules traded their neighbors
for love, traded themselves for furor
traded ice for fire
traded stone for flesh
and you, traded I for me
hanging ever so desperately on your
red trembling lips
consumed mercilessly
like the very last cigarette
knowing the consequence of letting go:
like ash the wind shall carry me away
a thousand burning ambers flying into the night
like the fireflies on their last journey
I shall melt quietly into darkness
reminiscing about a block of ice.
Jun 13, 2010
Jun 13, 2010 at 11:57 PM UTC
.
•look far...
to the horizon•as the sun
dips into the ocean •most magnific-
ent display of colours • radiance in yell-
ows and captivating ambers•majestic specta-
cle that will dwindle within minutes•no words
could match such beauty that deals in infinites •
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ruling sceptre•
Dec 1, 2015
Dec 1, 2015 at 11:49 AM UTC
This branch, this life, the tongue to taste
the bitter of the pinecones. Best
to request permission for my heart to skip a beat,
dare me in February from here to west.
Woodstove fire - ash and flying ambers -
dries the musty grain of cedar essence.
Dancing smoked perfume is rising
Slowly - an inverted lava river.
Its sharp soft teeth the alphabet dismantle
back-taking life to its primordial matter
as history became the final institution.
Why did the idol have to burn, its thorns devoured,
Knotty eyes of wood in mind imprinted -
starry firmament on my sub-conscious?
Apr 28, 2013
Apr 28, 2013 at 11:03 AM UTC
Protector of life,
Draped in a suit of armor.
With a powerful demeanor, he stands
Noble
Fearless of the blazing gates of hell
Fearless of the flames that encompass him
Fearless of the torridity that sears his skin
Death engulfs him
The death that lies in the fire
The heat is almost too much to bare
But not for him.
For he is determined to save.
He charges on.
Ambers shoot at him,
Smoke strangles his lungs.
Removing his every last breath.
He knows hell personally
And endures it every day.
Even though he walks through hell
He is a heavenly being
Determined to save.
In times of terror
Only one thing matters:
No man left behind.
No man left behind.
May 25, 2017
May 25, 2017 at 9:15 PM UTC
roaring fiery flames
fill the empty void
inviting colors of ambers and golds ablaze
the room animates
different atmospheres of coziness
sitting back in retrospection
flickering fire entertains
with each crackling octave
creating peacefulness and calm.
whilst the flames aglow
playing Chopin
sipping cognac
burning scented candle of pine and rosemary
watching the felines and canine
congregating together harmoniously
mesmerized by flames
coruscating shadows on the walls
flames succumb catatonically
embers retire for the night.~~lorilynn
copyright*lorilynn 2010
Nov 30, 2010
Nov 30, 2010 at 6:23 AM UTC
Suddenly I feel like a man
singing painfully in love
"When man loves a woman"
hear her sing Yesterday
Lennon–McCartney Beatles.
I've seen seven wonders
of the world in your eyes.
Your sunsets to make me cry.
My moon in all its faces
gives shivers to your spine.
I see beauty in diamonds
synthilating within me
same spell sparkles in thee
afire rubbies of us
reflect radiantly on me.
I am ice cubed frozen
body mind soul cold
a wishful thinking well
pennies for my thoughts?
Oak tree stump my ancient
to willow tree now
has turned.
Tears put out this fire dear
but ambers linger so I write
no Knight may fly your kite
I give myself
everything I got
In love I remain with me.
I trust in self for my courage
to carry on as longing dog
out in the rain alone or in.
your scorching sun hear me
crying and howling
out I love thee so..
~~~~~~~~~
Karijinbba at
Mr. and Mrs. Andrews
Sep 19, 2021
Sep 19, 2021 at 2:12 PM UTC
I have not won.
but still
i am winning...
should this beast ultimately prosper...
until then...I love ultimately...
and that
ambers my aura
and
trees lean toward me
deer and rabbits... still... and stare
squirrels lay in my path
and birds
sit on the windowsill... and
look inside
to see
the
sunlight
Sep 18, 2025
Sep 18, 2025 at 9:29 PM UTC
As I lay here
Encapsulated in softness
I close my eyes tenderly
For my dreams are placid
Gossamer, floating wild yet gently
My dreams are the sparkles
My dreams are the ambers
But my dreams are not dreams
My dreams are honeyed streams
Manifestation
Of bliss, of love so pure
I am witness of a miracle
I was born once as mortal clay
Buried deep within, seeds of my dark fate
They said,
“You can change not,
Your fate is forged,
On iron pages it is wrought”
Exclaimed I;
“Does not moisture crack the seeds?
Does not I carry that grows to reed?”
So I marched on barren lands
Wildly searching that could damp
Scared, a step with each heartbeat
Thorns piercing and bleeding my feet
To heavens I prayed in desperate I cried,
Tears of agony in my eyes
That moment bestowed upon me
Our blood is the water that damps the seeds
The more we bleed, the more we reap
Hence I was reborn amongst sunniest rays
To taste the sweetness in bitterness
To experience the noise in silence
To listen the music in smiles
To see the laughter in eyes
As I drift to sleep now
I will not dream, I can never dream
My reality is too beautiful,
My reality is all I dream
Until that day when,
My reality becomes only a dream,
When my lids would turn stones
And the blood in me runs dry
Till that last day,
I will use my blood
To moist my seeds of fate
Aug 2, 2015
Aug 2, 2015 at 2:33 PM UTC
Dropped like honeydew, appearing as a dark temptress
Tasted in smoke
Touched in hot burns - callous bites edged on your skin
Flames of spice, ambers, dusted vestiges of breaks in bones
Hidden in an underworld fantasy - craters of the deceased, and suffering - diver of the dark abyss sitting comfortably
Suddenly they break their thick callous skin
The scalding crack sears others' eyes
The burst! The rebirth! The transformation has commenced!
Rising higher,
To the pinnacle of life where peace and understanding sit at their bedside
Apr 26, 2016
Apr 26, 2016 at 1:34 AM UTC
Tell, if thou canst, and truly, whence doth come
This camphire, storax, spikenard, galbanum,
These musks, these ambers, and those other smells
Sweet as the Vestry of the Oracles.
I’ll tell thee:—while my Julia did unlace
Her silken bodice but a breathing space,
The passive air such odour then assumed
As when to Jove great Juno goes perfumed,
Whose pure immortal body doth transmit
A scent that fills both heaven and earth with it.
1.4k
Letters of love.
Show me the barrier
That seperates continents.
Will I know
The oceans sink
The love I send.
Wrap me up in glue
And seal the words
I love you in the conflict.
Lonley is the sour milk
On my desk.
The smell of socks rotting
In the wrestlin room.
Brings back the yoga from moorakas.
Make me fresh like a corpse of
Dead chum.
Fill my heart in a river from the
Red eggs I killed and gave to
Crab fishermen.
The heads are open with clear kelp teeth.
Unwind the widdower who says
To punture her lungs with a knife.
He knows the pain and conflict
When she breaths to die.
Snap a picture to tells us 100 feet
From air yeilded a 25 pound trophy.
The stranger lets us watch his knife
Open a rare white chinook.
The fire we watch was gutted and rinsed
In a metal sink.
The deeper we dig into flesh
The more we see war.
But the smell of salt water
And white bones
Feeds fresh souls.
And smokes our dreams when the red metal who
Holds hickory ambers.
The solitude is unforgiven when I
Die in dreams.
Therfore I wake up next to
The chunks and blood red wine
As though gun shots provide reflection.
Back pack with me in empty meditations.
And understand we all must progress
Into the conflicting heart,
And see what cardiac death
Hides behind the scary last breath
Of euphenasia in my mind.
Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 5:26 AM UTC
The wind glides across the table,
Stiff fall leafs take flight.
On their way to a different destination,
Twirling up and down.
Yellow and orange flicker against the sunlight,
Looks like glowing ambers dancing.
They settle along the cornfields and scarecrows,
October is rounding the corner again.
Sep 11, 2016
Sep 11, 2016 at 3:52 PM UTC
Looking at the rainbow
The colours envelope your mind
Rubies, ambers and turquioise
Peach skins and orange rind.
Strawberries and lemons in the sky
with apricots inbetween.
A strip of violets in the cloud
Like tea from Devon with cream.
A kind gentle soul emerges
with roses in abundance.
Petals scatter on her path
and fairies lead in dance.
She is wonderful, she is graceful
words without end.
She is a light shining on my dull day
She is Sally, my new friend.
Aug 20, 2013
Aug 20, 2013 at 3:54 AM UTC
Sunset,
Reading poetry in a language unfamiliar
Your mind focused on the pages before you
Only returning to reality to inhale fumes from the lit Cigarette you hold in your hand
Perfection is what I see
Glowing in the ambers and the topaz from the suns brilliant rays
Reaching,
I brush your lips with mine taking you off guard
The book falls from your hand
My skin taking its place
If I could have a moment forever,
God it would be this.
Sep 11, 2013
Sep 11, 2013 at 6:54 PM UTC
what horizons await us, what skies fasten
to the bright ambers of our dreaming bones?
our love, water trickling over
a pebble in a stream,
the whoosh of
leaves and a shadow in the dark,
the ghost of a poem
written in a dream,
the splendour of the tide,
both everything and
nothing,
our love neither a poem or a sigh,
all the winds battling,
spring's blue moon waiting near the
water for one slow ripple to reach
out.
Apr 9, 2018
Apr 9, 2018 at 6:09 AM UTC
Flames of passion dying red
Ambers fading - turning black
Dreams of love filled thoughts
Turning into pain filled doubts
Mind caught in purgatory
Of self inflicted speculation
Angels falling from skies above
Demons raising from hateful contemplation
Roots never had a chance to take
Roses welting from the lack of faith
From the start you already knew
That what you felt was so untrue
Black roses is what I’ll give to you
To signify the end of what we meant to you.
Oct 5, 2018
Oct 5, 2018 at 8:25 PM UTC
Yes-
You walked into this
knowing that
you would get burned.
But still you touched
with already blistered,
and charcoaled hands
because
once
is never enough
for children to truly comprehend
the lessons
their mothers taught
them
Don’t play with fire sweetheart
for your heart will turn into
ash
once
her
ambers
go out.
You choked on the heat
of your desires
after they went up in flames,
setting your insides ablaze
and of course
with help always arriving
a second too late-
who could
save you
from the firestorm
that had just
erupted
in the shallows
of
your mind?
So don’t play with fire sweetheart,
because you will get burned.
The smoke will
char your lungs,
leaving
you panicked
for release.
And lust will do that-
It will
set alight
everything it touches
destroying
anything unwanted,
that even dares
to stand in its way.
Arson is a crime.
By: Lulwama Kuto Mulalu
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 2:41 PM UTC
I had hoped for spring
Impatient
For its promise
It's warmth and light
An insurrection of color
To finally topple grey
Such color
That my eyes are transfixed
Quince
My mind knows the name
But cannot contain
So much color
It burns
But the sky opens
Winters wrath
Cold and grey
Merciless
reminds me
Of the frailty of things
And rescinds hope
You had hoped for spring
A new awakening
A promise
Fraternity over fear
Independence instead of
Autocracy
We were transfixed
Arab spring
Our mind knows the name
Yet does not grasp its meaning
We watch warily
As the sparks
And the ambers catch
But the winds change
And you are but
A faraway fire
In a faraway place
So much apathy
Reminds you of the frailty of conscience
And rescinds hope
I wanted to write of spring
Of quince
Such color
That it hurts
The eyes
But the skies opened
And the rain burned
And through the tears
My eyes are transfixed
Such evil
I can no longer see spring
But see children
Side by side
Who will never
Be self determined
Or feel warmth
Or know spring
Again
And this is the frailty of
Humanity
And we must not rescind
Help
Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 12:33 PM UTC
You say we have the same eyes,
and I could spend eternity trying to wax poetic,
emphasizing ambers, honeys, and suns,
that can only mimic their radiance from our forms.
But they fall short of where my agony lives,
and I say agony because
lyricists say this is roller coasters,
ferris wheels, sunny days, and stormy nights,
where joy is the absence of suffering.
But somewhere in history,
four small hands grasped dirt and dust
only to find life inside,
abandoning philosophy for something more precious.
To think our fingertips have touched the same earth
is what the pious must feel before death.
How can you say we have the same eyes
when mine are wildfire tragedy,
and yours are January’s starlight?
When we were once rooted there was something shared,
only for it to be ripped from my body
to feel like a winter without snow.
I am undeserving, and yet
it will only be moments until I remove your ribs,
stealing ichor from the gods,
because it is my own vindication,
or perhaps,
the only thing I know.
And still, you only graze me like porcelain.
Jan 24, 2022
Jan 24, 2022 at 6:14 PM UTC
A day will come when your kiss will have me settled. No more shaky hands, just fingers tracing a familiar map. No more fire burning between the two of us. Only ambers and blackened walls. It will be on this day that I know, I can no longer love you.
It will be this day that all the fall leafs will cover the park walk ways. The bare trees will be on display like skeletons. The cold air will remind you more then ever that I am gone. Trust me when I say it’s for the best.
No matter how hard I try I’m unable to settle in. I still remember every beautiful face, with tears rolling down their cheeks. I still remember the sound of all the laughter.
Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 10:44 PM UTC
She was a small town runaway
looking for a bigger world
but the city lights, arn't very nice
to curious little girls
and the creep in the car
said he'd take her so far
but he took her all the way
Still you can't stay young
when you're on the run
and ya haven't got a penny to pay
Runaway
Milk carton memories
like the graves in Flanders' Fields
stretching to the distant sunset
so tragically surreal
Runaway, don't get in that car
Ambers' rarely make it home
little girl why'd you roam
The secondary scene
is where most will die
Now it's too late
It's much too late
It's too late, for you, to cry
Runaway
He's got filthy fingers
from his ***** dreams
of girls in their skirts
and their too tight jeans
He'll take you and break you
'til you don't cry any more
and then he'll **** you
you've become just a *****
Runaway
Predators prey
Won't be goin' home again
You'll never get back
what he takes from you
You're a milk carton photograph
no one knew
And Amber....He won't stay
to choke on the ashes
of a runaway
Milk carton memories
so tragically surreal
stretching to the distant sunset
Ambers' Flanders' Fields
Little girl...kneel by your bed and pray
You never ever hear him choking
On the ashes of a runaway
Roosty
Feb 2, 2017
Feb 2, 2017 at 11:08 AM UTC