"enflame" poems
Borne forth from darkness into light
A child is born this Christmas night
A Mother’s pain is turned to joy
as she swaddles her little boy.
Their habitation is the place
where beasts of burden spend the night.
Their bodies' heat the only warmth
on this cold and bitter night.
This child shall be called many things:
A fraud, a Myth, the King of Kings.
But Mary’s heart, a secret minds
This is the son of the Divine.
This night is born to us a King:
A true judge of the soul’s gain and loss,
whose wisdom will enflame men’s minds.
whose arms embrace us from the cross.
Dec 2, 2011
Dec 2, 2011 at 9:23 PM UTC
I have walked so many miles
Never in your shoes
I never seen many smiles
Never been the one on your lips
So many journeys always alone
Many places to go
Where I travel unknown
In these worn boots
In these worn boots I mark
The earth with my feet
God gave me a spark
So the earth I enflame
Every journey a mission
I walk with these boots
Some stop, and they listen
To the words I've carried
These boots are a gift to my feet
Many steps they have made
Whether dirt road or paved street
They make their mark
I could sleep while I walk
My boots know the way
They keep going, they never stop
It is a path ever-trod
Ever to encompass the earth
Until I walk home
To my humbled birth
Deep inside your heart
These boots I stomp at the door
Like a knock to the ground
I love you, do you know what for?
Because you gave me these boots
You knew I would always walk
And didn't want me to forget
You couldn't follow, wouldn't stalk
The person who let me go
Wanted me to remember, those times
You were my rest
You colored me between the lines
Now you carry me
With these boots on my feet
I will find a way
A way for us, again, to meet
At a crossroads
Intersectable, so connectable
Like Lego bricks
We are built, unbreakable
This love, unmistakable
I don't always like
What you have to say
Never will I strike
You, and walk away
A promise that comes from a past
A promise it is
A promise that will promise to last
My word.
So these boots continue
To carry promises
To walk, because I miss you
Just to be closer
Even if I never touch your heart
I know we
Are never far apart
Not in my head
Boots to ***** in the dirt
To find you
Boots to wear, when we flirt
Or any other time
Boots a map to my home
To find you, my love
So I will not be alone
Just me, and my boots
Nov 13, 2015
Nov 13, 2015 at 11:20 PM UTC
Good morning, dear poetess,
How your words open my heart,
Awaken my mind,
Touch my soul.
Good morning, dear poetess,
How you enflame my passion,
Enlighten my thoughts,
Make me whole.
Good morning, dear poetess,
How your words encourage me,
Make my tears well,
Make my thoughts roll.
Good morning, dear poetess,
How you strengthen me,
Make me aware,
Let me reach each goal.
Good morning, dear poetess,
Thank you...
For being you...
For sharing you...
Thank you....
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 9:16 AM UTC
This little vault, this narrow room,
Of Love and Beauty is the tomb;
The dawning beam, that ‘gan to clear
Our clouded sky, lies darken’d here,
For ever set to us: by Death
Sent to enflame the World Beneath.
’Twas but a bud, yet did contain
More sweetness than shall spring again;
A budding Star, that might have grown
Into a Sun when it had blown.
This hopeful Beauty did create
New life in Love’s declining state;
But now his empire ends, and we
From fire and wounding darts are free;
His brand, his bow, let no man fear:
The flames, the arrows, all lie here.
2k
Do you know what it means to butcher?
To assault, to inflict,
To incite, to enflame?
To maraud in entirety?
To usher the kind of, ****
And with one word, maybe two,
Wherein even butterflies bleed
Amnesia –
And so,
She's ill and wrought under cover,
In between legs,
Pushing,
Pulling,
Throbbing,
Coming,
Crying,
Wanting, and crying again.
Tears atop whimpering the,
“Other’s,” name,
But screaming for
One, the only, “one,”
The lonely, “one,”
Solely one,
Done, and the one broken
Promise – I’d never come home?
And so,
I should have been jealous,
But I wasn’t.
I should have murdered,
But I couldn’t.
In their stead,
I silently tucked that knife
A little deeper
Mumbling, “sorry,”
For the first time in years
And making good on fear –
“Good bye,” and ensuing long walk away.
Jun 13, 2015
Jun 13, 2015 at 10:08 AM UTC
So tired of the phrase...if I have to explain you would'nt understand....
I want to explain so you will understand,
what makes me this way, who I am.
Explain the hurt, the misery...
the demons I deal with...the me you don't see.
I want you to understand so you don't cross that invisible line...
the line you stomp on unknowingly, oh so many times.
I want to explain, damit, just for mankind sake...
when you come back from hell, don't think nothing changed!
Jun 4, 2012
Jun 4, 2012 at 3:57 PM UTC
It was a cold winter morning
I was walking down the streets
There was an eerie silence on the road
Emptiness was filling me to a point of anxiety
Deathly loss this couldn't be real
I can’t stand I can’t be real
On the cold winter morning it
Was a time before the light
Enflame the tides and turn around
When you can’t see me die
The cold had froze me up
And I was there suffocating
You stood there like a hurricane and
Everybody lost control,
The music’s turned up loud when
The days are passing by
They start to turn around and see
The emptiness that was killing me
Oh nothing can save you now
No one would help me out they said
Then there came this lady
Helped me out in the dark
Her voice was so soothing that it
Chased the emptiness away
Sep 28, 2013
Sep 28, 2013 at 3:00 AM UTC
Come, he who seeks my disquiet,
Does it please you to see my total fury?
Must you enrage my soul, enflame my emotions?
You’ve awoken the volcano in me, and it writhes in waves of anger,
So be it.
Come, he who seeks my grief,
Does it give you satisfaction to see my despair?
Must you depress my heart, dampen my sentiments?
You’ve awoken the ocean in me, and it flows in waves of sadness,
So be it.
Come, he who seeks my insanity,
Does it comfort you to see my struggle?
Must you sever my mind, obliterate my senses?
You’ve awoken the cave in me, and it echoes in waves of madness.
So be it.
Nov 19, 2013
Nov 19, 2013 at 10:48 AM UTC
For just a moment
Would you slip away with me
Into dark corners of anonymity
Could we lose the fear.
The consequence.
Can you loop your fingers in mine with the simplicity of a lover
And push aside the flush of watching eyes.
Be the steady tide in my ocean of melancholy
And wash away these familiar faces
With their poison darted tongues
Glass hearts overflowing
With the bitterness of realism and lost ideals
Can we lose our pretences
Our falsities and masks
And let our minds meet in serenity
Sheltered from a world of turmoil
From wars and tears
Outward pressures and inner conflicts.
Lets live instead within honesty and earnest hearts
In hidden tracks and secret words
Where we can speak our own truths in roaring solitude
In silent riots that enflame my heart and remind my soul to sing
In this moment
Can I be nameless
Faceless
Can I disappear into the love behind your eyes
And be remade inside the warmth of your opened arms
Can I vanish from the humdrum
From the familiarity of the accepted
And walk with you down foreign streets of passion and vitality
Hand in hand
Two beacons alight with fire
Standing tall against an encroaching dusk of normality and routine
Just for now
Can we be anonymous
Can we be unknown
Maybe then we can learn to know ourselves
Jul 26, 2016
Jul 26, 2016 at 8:04 AM UTC
Slow we paddle through the starlit highway,
To a place where we must go.
Though your hope is
tattered, and plundered
Love will be the mitigating factor,
When all your embers die out,and you can't resurrect
Love will be spark that you need to enflame your heart
Though the raging storms
invade and
destroy your world
Love will be the echo in your ears,
When you are sinking and
can't breathe
Love will be siren that
calls upon you out of your
deepest
darkest waters
To a place where we
must go.
My love will be there still
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 5:44 PM UTC
Fate becomes the bitter night,
devours the Dream
bereft of sight,
betrays the Innocent
Who watches still
the Stars that fall
upon the sill.
And yet within
a Spark alights
in search of Meaning
to enflame
the Passion requisite,
that burns with raging Fury
at its Core,
and shreds all contradiction
with its with Scorn
till nothing stands
but might of Will,
Defeats the foe
who kept us still.
Feb 19, 2010
Feb 19, 2010 at 11:06 PM UTC
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honest rawness stains the ****** white paper
heard in the silent pleas,
haunting words as they pursue,
hues vividly coloured portray,
hunted my dreams with possession,
honouring language and life punctuating,
haptic senses which enflame passions.
honed this soul, for me, i pen
Jun 6, 2012
Jun 6, 2012 at 2:27 PM UTC
For those who, whenever they chase pavements,
stare at the adjacent road that mimics the starless night sky
And inside their heads they pretend
that they unknowingly trip on a crack on the cement,
so that they could find an excuse to use the incoming vehicle as an escape goat for life
Let's raise a glass to you for not doing so!
To the men high upon beams and chains and towers, overlooking the city skyline
filled with people tracing the sidewalks like ants in a single file,
who think to themselves: the fall will probably hurt less than the onslaught of words
coming from their wives for giving them a hard life
Let's raise a glass to you for not doing so!
I lift the crystal in my hand to the women who, no matter how battered and tattered are their skins,
choose to paint their faces with whatever powdered pallet they have
even though Rowling's metal wand sits beside their makeup inside the drawer of their dresser,
waiting for them to take their own life
Let's raise a glass to you for not doing so!
And to the students who have never gotten over their childhood traumas
and to the bullies who never outgrew the bruises from their fathers
that no matter how much it hurt you,
you never chose to end everything with a slipknot or the edge of a blade or with battery fluid you found in your garage,
I envy you
So, let's raise a glass to you too for not doing so!
I raise my half empty glass to all those who failed to take away god's gift
To the men and women who failed in fear of abandoning their children
I spill the contents of this wine glass
in honor of the sons and daughters of wealthy politicians, who succeeded in receiving eternal punishment for taking their lives
And to those who regret that they failed in their first try, please,
don't throw away your life
You are exquisite, you are tantalizing,
you are worthy of a million praises like the saints we see on mosaics and church pieces
Your works are rousing and they enflame the tiniest of sparks in at least one person's heart
be ravenous and unmerciful when improving your craft
Let's raise a glass!
Because as you are reading this, the glass of wine I have been carrying high above my head
had already spilled on the parchment where I have written these words with utmost care
So, will you raise your glass to me?
Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 9:16 AM UTC
Lazing in the arms of nature
beneath
the warmth of passion...
whilst gentle breaths
enflame my skin
tenderly held and stroked lovingly
a smile creeps in shadow
slowly across my lips.
For sun breeze and unmown grass
so comfort me
when you cannot.
Jun 24, 2012
Jun 24, 2012 at 12:44 PM UTC
On a train to anywhere
I read scribbled love notes
from a stranger
we believe
in the narcissistic consumption of thought
is that art?
bite my dancing tongue
like electric mollasses
I slide down your throat
thoughts bleed through my sinuses
once again
but I wont give up
we live, in a cryptic sense
steps through the rubble
the things we've left behind
like a shadow of your chaos
sickly sweet soaking sugar
a finale
that doesn't have an end.
tick tock tick
enflame creativity and begin
swallow your diction
begin to feel sick
taste of acidity
like all those years ago
living in hell
eroded finger tips
and silly scars
look me in the eye
I know a lie
when I'm being raised by one
digress
into the silence of understanding
calm my tremors
hold my shaking limbs
against your ever beating chest
shivers down my spine
like blaming you
for why I am.
Jul 29, 2012
Jul 29, 2012 at 5:49 PM UTC
Le jour pousse la nuit,
Et la nuit sombre
Pousse le jour qui luit
D'une obscure ombre.
L'Autonne suit l'Esté,
Et l'aspre rage
Des vents n'a point esté
Apres l'orage.
Mais la fièvre d'amours
Qui me tourmente,
Demeure en moy tousjours,
Et ne s'alente.
Ce n'estoit pas moy, Dieu,
Qu'il falloit poindre,
Ta fleche en autre lieu
Se devoit joindre.
Poursuy les paresseux
Et les amuse,
Mais non pas moy, ne ceux
Qu'aime la Muse.
Helas, delivre moy
De ceste dure,
Qui plus rit, quand d'esmoy
Voit que j'endure.
Redonne la clarté
A mes tenebres,
Remets en liberté
Mes jours funebres.
Amour sois le support
De ma pensée,
Et guide à meilleur port
Ma nef cassée.
Tant plus je suis criant
Plus me reboute,
Plus je la suis priant
Et moins m'escoute.
Ne ma palle couleur
D'amour blesmie
N'a esmeu à douleur
Mon ennemie.
Ne sonner à son huis
De ma guiterre,
Ny pour elle les nuis
Dormir à terre.
Plus cruel n'est l'effort
De l'eau mutine
Qu'elle, lors que plus fort
Le vent s'obstine.
Ell' s'arme en sa beauté,
Et si ne pense
Voir de sa cruauté
La récompense.
Monstre toy le veinqueur,
Et d'elle enflame
Pour exemple le coeur
De telle flame,
Qui la soeur alluma
Trop indiscrete,
Et d'ardeur consuma
La Royne en Crete.
718
When you are passionate,
When you don't want it,
When you don't long for it.
When you NEED it
When the night calls your name
When you are the only person alive
When your consciousness begins to enflame
When your eyes collide with the stars
When your head spins yet focuses on one point
When your spirit is not a spirit and you are one with your body
When your arms are machines steaming and burning with glory
When your legs are a rocketship light-speed towards the moon
When you are the ARCHANGEL you always hoped for and never appeared
When it all vanishes and you are trapped only by that NEED
That HUNGER
That FLAME.
When you are ONE with the adrenaline which burns your veins into infinity
When you are your own GOD
When you are thirsty tired broken yet keep going,
When your passion renders you complete.
Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 8:39 PM UTC
there are bold words spoken in haste of the moment and heat of inner battles
but thouse bold words evaporate into the haze of morning
as bleary eyed we emerge from this hostile thought
to the new day….
bold words to challenge the heart
to incite the mind
enflame the senses
but it falls to some girl loading the cannon
in the bathroom
and such folly comes to light
she is no friend
she loads the cannon with care
and shoots you
you thank her
Mar 28, 2013
Mar 28, 2013 at 6:33 PM UTC
Sacrifice made to ride the wings of your Wind,
Only one chapter closed to begin once again.
And do I look back now to what is left behind?
How my heart breaks as we fly toward the Sun.
But not 'good-bye' said, only 'fare-thee-well,'
For those I love will I see again one bright day.
For now do I ask you to what shore we sail?
While tears sting my eyes, do I want to stay?
No, nothing grows unless something first dies,
And no season is forever, nor ever the same.
So comfort me, mothering God; wipe my eyes;
Cover me in mercy, and my courage enflame.
Aug 11, 2013
Aug 11, 2013 at 10:39 PM UTC
Mothers. Possibly one of the significant contributors of the phrase “Empowered Women, Empower Women.” They overcome adversities, challenge social norms and break down barriers – rising and raising their child with them.
They plant flowers in the garden of their children, so they can bloom. They pour love out like a waterfall and nurture those who drink from it. They enflame hearts with compassion. They orchestrate and create harmony amongst their children creating a beautiful symphony. They pave roads and liberate. They voice out and amplify the ones of their own.
Here is to their depths of love that supports and caresses. To their cheers that uplifts. To how they raise and confront the world. To their softness. To their boldness. To their resilience. To their sacrifices. To them bringing out the best in us.
Here is to their ability to create an insurmountable power that only grows. Here is to them to being driven and passionate in their own authentic way. To them carrying out their integrity. To them setting examples, aspiring us to emulate.
To the ones who give birth, adopt, educate and raise. To the ones who devote their lives to their families care, to the ones who balance. Here is to them creating ripples carried over generation. To them shaping us and thereby shaping the world after them.
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 8:40 AM UTC
You clothe me with your naked soul
On a forbidden Monday night
We enthrall ourselves with fascinations of an easy traverse
Since everything is merely surreal
We worry not on the dictations of the world
Thus, in the still of the night we ponder upon the thoughts of our bare minds
Bare but with no sense of shame nor vulnerability
In your arms, oh in those arms I feel nothing but complete serenity
You engulf me and that made me feel safe
Your sweet caress feeds my silly but profound fantasies
You keep me sane with your insanity
You are yet another miracle and you came in perfect timing because I desperately needed one
You are my escapism
From this utterly corrupted world
You are my felicity
Which I truly long for
You are my secret
Which I never intend to share
Tonight
We fall short
Tonight
We fall in love
Tonight
We enkindle amidst the darkness
Tonight
We enflame with burning desire
Tonight
We cease to exist
Tonight
We commune to live
Tonight
We made a mess
Tonight
We won't mind
Tonight
You are mine
Forever
I am yours
From this forbidden Monday night to
Forevermore.
Nov 9, 2018
Nov 9, 2018 at 4:55 PM UTC
there are bold words spoken in haste of the moment and heat of inner battles
but thouse bold words evaporate into the haze of morning
as bleary eyed we emerge from this hostile thought
to the new day....
bold words to challenge the heart
to incite the mind
enflame the senses
but it falls to some girl loading the cannon
in the bathroom
and such folly comes to light
she is no friend
she loads to cannon with care
and shoots you
you thank her
Dec 23, 2011
Dec 23, 2011 at 5:01 AM UTC
“Blowing on you my poems, the fiery breezes my Awakening, enflame you to burn me later in your flames, with your fire and your elightnent”.
Esotérika - The Mystic ****** Poetry by Deepak Sankara Veda
Mar 9, 2016
Mar 9, 2016 at 6:37 PM UTC
Watching, waiting, anticipating.
These words are rhyming words
Indicative of both love and want and need
While also alluding to a form of stalking.
“Love makes us do crazy things” they say.
Well, crazy- crazy is nowhere near what I am.
I love and want and need with so much of my being
That I am no longer myself.
I am enslaved by this woman
With her hair curled loosely at its ends
With her eyes soft and blue and searching
With her hands small and expressive
With her lips shaped like rosebuds
And her spirit alight with passion.
This woman traps me in her gaze.
I am no longer myself.
I yearn to see her pass me by in the halls.
I long to run my fingers through her long, mousy brown hair.
I pine for her and all of her.
I am afraid of my captor.
Her quiet intensity makes me doubt each word I say,
Yet she encourages me to speak my mind.
I fear I will make a fool of myself,
Yet she laughs at my goofy humor.
I am afraid I am too extroverted for her liking,
Yet she smiles when she sees me.
It is my gaze, my eyes filled with laughter that make her smile.
I am afraid that this is all a hoax,
A dream, an inception, and that all of this
Is merely my imagination getting the better of me.
I try to look away
But every time her eyes meet mine
I cannot strip my gaze from hers.
I doubt she will ever feel the same
But she always ends her sentences while looking at me.
She always says words like
“Enflame”, “inspire”, “awaken”, “desire”
While looking at me.
Her soft blue orbs peer into mine for minutes
While others only get her attention in short, unimportant, instances.
This is all too much for me.
It’s far too delicate for me to bear,
Yet I know unreciprocated love and affection
Is the most inspiring.
I cannot tell if she is my love or my muse
But I love her
And I want her
And I need her
And I will never be the same.
Aug 31, 2016
Aug 31, 2016 at 4:25 PM UTC
I watched her muscle pace with confidence,
her brain slip her tongue
and her skin glow.
She was much more pretty
intelligent
stronger, smarter
better in any way I was.
In her presence,
my flaws started to pile
Insecurities started to rile
fear started to snare
and jealousy started to flare
as self-doubt enwrapped me in its flames.
But my dear,
there was no good in tearing her down.
For prying on her weakness,
was not going to paint you into completeness.
Picking out her flaws,
wasn't going to bring about any applause.
Spreading rumors about her,
wasn't going to make you any popular.
Labeling her with names,
wasn't going to bring peace to your flames.
No, my dear
the answer lied
in your flesh
your tongue
your story
your lines
your curves
your passions.
The answer lied in the very acceptance of yourself.
For that's when you will find intimidation
to be wiped with inspiration.
That's when you'll realize your rivals were never your rivals
but your allies, tribe, and companions.
So compliment,
encourage,
nurture,
love
and support yourself
and the woman around you.
Enflame hearts of others,
build one another
embrace them with understanding
and enchant their soul with compassion.
Unshackle yourself and unshackle them.
Learn from them,
applaud them,
bring out the best in them
and surround yourself with women who do the same.
Because my dear,
this is the time you'll realize how blessed you are to be surrounded by such strong, resilient and inspiring woman
who help you move forward.
Mar 11, 2018
Mar 11, 2018 at 5:17 AM UTC