"extinguish" poems
I still pine
for what I’ve lost
the promise and
fulfillment.
I still search my memory
for hidden fragments
of that treasure.
Time has covered
some of them in
shadows of nostalgia.
But the flaming pain
still brightly burns and
tears will not extinguish it.
ljm
Jul 23, 2019
Jul 23, 2019 at 11:00 AM UTC
*
*Oh BELOVEDz
My LOVERz
Krishna
Let us open up to
Fulfill the promise
We made to each other
What do you say my BELOVEDz?
What is your wish my LOVERz?
Never again in life
Such occasion of LOVE happens
Come in my arms,
Don't be shy my LOVE
Come within me
Hug me to death
Radha:
I've lost my way of life
Let me find a direction
I'm not dressed for
The honey-moon night
Let me come prepared
For your LOVE night
Please let me go
Krishna
You did what you wanted with me
With every passing moment and day
YOU made me LOVE YOU more & more
All your dreamZ of finding
True LOVER ended with my LOVEz
Now let me show you my LOVE desireZ
Drown my passions
In your volcanic being
Let my fire extinguish
In your cool waters
Radha
Leave me, don't hold my hand
Just see - the way I'm in a mess
My heart is beating fast
I am feeling scared of LOVE
I am feeling cold with sweat
Krishna
Oh.. come on dear
In no time,
I'll make you warm
With the fire of my LOVE
My kisses on your eyes
Will bring clarity to your SOUL
My touch will remove all the shyness
That clouds over your heart
Radha
See, with your LOVE words
Now I lost the key to
The door to my core
So let me go to fetch them first
Krishna
Just come on dear
Don't find reasons to delay our UNION
Let us lock ourselves alone
Don't play such tricks with me
I am burning under your passionate deZiRe
Radha
Just for a moment
Let me go and come prepared
For the LOVE night
YOU know baby - I am yours
I'm not going to leave you any more
I will be back my LOVE
To spend many nights
Of LOVEz with YOU
Krishna
I believe YOU my LOVEz
I will only do what you say
I will follow your advise
I will only talk your words
I will only act your will
Radha
If I say - day is night
Will YOU say so?
Krishna
I will.. I will...
Radha
If I say - LOVE me forever, eternally
Will YOU say so?
Krishna
I will.. I will...
Radha
If you say so...
I will show you a LOVE night
Right now in this day light
I will show YOU
The light within my core
Will you light my dark core?
I will show you LOVE stars
In the cosmos of my hidden darkness
I'm only born to LOVE YOU
Since our LOVE happened
I've only LOVEDz YOU
Krishna
After showing me so much LOVE
If you go away now
I will die in your longing
Radha
Just for a second now
Let me go for a while
I will be back immediately
Krishna
Both of us are excited and
Full of passionZ and desiReZ
When we will get such LOVE moment again?
What else you want to do now?
Radha
Let us open up to
Fulfill the promise
We made to each other
Let us LOVE
Let us make LOVE
Never again in life
Such occasion of LOVE happens
Come in my arms,
Don't be shy my LOVE
Come within me
Hug me to death*
*
Oct 28, 2019
Oct 28, 2019 at 1:37 AM UTC
Melancholy streets
fill my mind,
deranged moments
are easy to find.
On the corner
of hate and desire,
faith desserts me,
I am on the wire.
Bequeath my soul,
spread my wings.
Extinguish the fires,
finally I am free.
Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 2:06 PM UTC
*oh, these messages, you send,
invitations to a gala, a black tie affair,
but only if willingly pay the exorbitant fare,
your money's no good, you must dare,
find and write the poem hid within
how cold are the carpenter's hands,
the weather, but an added obstacle,
this heat, makes dying different difficult,
the wood bearing cross requires additional nails
and flesh, for the extra load he's bearing,
when it snows blood in Jerusalem
the whole world can transition
when one man dies and another is risen,
where oh where lies then, the juxtaposition?
there is none, for man is man,
his divine spark, embedded,
to his maker's mark, wedded,
neither snow or sun,
can ever, either, extinguish*
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
any message you send can and will be turned into a poem
Mar 14, 2017
Mar 14, 2017 at 9:10 PM UTC
Here rests a future
Untouched and eager
for light
Wanting to exude its aromas
of which I neither looked
nor cared.
She handed me the match
fresh, burning bright,
a new sense in my familiar room.
Baffling confusion
overtook as I blew her match
so stubborn
to extinguish
in a faint stream of
smoke still thinning.
Was I
the stubborn?
Subsequent darkness
overtaking
Once a sweet home
Now a paralyzing loneliness.
Match burnt, candle gone
future still…
Will another offer to
light my dark corners
--myself willing,
with a newfound scent?
A day may come
to end my night,
but I only care to see
the one I once hid from.
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 10:41 AM UTC
You deserve someone who gives you
More than a shoulder to lean on--Someone who gives you
Their right arm,
Someone who protects your heart,
Nourishes your soul,
And keeps your spirit
Away from harm.
You deserve someone
Who brings out the very best in you,
Someone who appreciates
All that you are
And all that you do.
You deserve someone
Who wants you to be
Nothing more
Or nothing less
Than the real you,
Someone who will never
Extinguish the light
From the fire
That burns deep within you.
By Lady. R.F. (C)2018
Jul 20, 2018
Jul 20, 2018 at 3:59 AM UTC
I dance out my anger in the name of the priestess,
draw in her power to extinguish my unrest.
I worship my body in a state of undress,
let my rage break free in radical protest.
I surrender myself to this sacred process,
stomping my feet like an unbridled tempest.
Aug 26, 2022
Aug 26, 2022 at 3:34 AM UTC
I wonder if Icarus knew how close to the sun he came before his undoing fell upon him.
Was he so captivated by the beauty of the sun that he could not change his ways?
Trapped by the freedom his wings gave him, like a moth to a flame was he destined to burn?
I wonder if he failed only because his wings were formed from feathers and wax.
Was his freedom formed from illusions and wax?
Would the outcome have been different if his wings were not faux?
I wonder if the sea tried to save him.
Did the waves try to extinguish his flames and cool his melting wax?
Did the ocean ensure his fate by trying to help?
I wonder if it was hubris that was his downfall.
Was it his pride that catalyzed his failure?
Was it simply an account of failed ambitions?
I wonder if it could have been different.
Was he foreordained to fail?
Would the sea have swallowed him had he not flown too close to the sun?
I wonder if he was ever free at all.
Did the sun capture him the second his wings freed him from the ground?
Did Icarus know how close “too close” was?
Dec 25, 2014
Dec 25, 2014 at 5:43 PM UTC
i wanna get lost in
your chocolate eyes,
and extinguish my hunger with
your vanilla lips.
Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 5:49 PM UTC
I asked again but my hope refused to extinguish,
It smiled and told I had always been distinguished.
So, I kept checking my mail box even if it seemed lame,
I kept waiting and waiting but that Hogwarts letter never came.
Eleven progressed to twelve, twelve to thirteen,
Mistaken- I thought-they must have been,
Meanwhile I did my own reading and learnt all the curses,
And with the wand I never had I practiced all the verses.
First of September arrived again, and again, and again.
And with the years that passed, so increased the pain,
“So the age limit isn’t actually eleven!” then I optimistically thought,
“Oh! What a brutal test of patience they cleverly plot!”
Pictures in newspaper don’t move, brooms yet don’t fly,
And yes there are times that these thoughts make me cry,
“Hogwarts doesn’t exist”- Oh! These oblivious muggles continue to tell,
Deep down they are just jealous that they just can’t cast a spell,
“Well, can you?” they ask laughing and teasing,
Their voice brimming up with sarcastic appeasing…
“Not yet” I silently speak, “Just wait for days some...
My pretty little Hogwarts letter is just about to come.”
Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 6:40 PM UTC
Tempestuous longings from behind the screen of life’s moving picture
You stare back at me, in a glimmering, shimmering afterthought
Laid low by foregoing passion
In a moment’s torrid glimpse from our hollow reflections
Fragrant evenings during seasons of filming
Solemnly captured and revised then experienced
The all encompassing struggle with context and setting
Abides a steely night, in the rustle of autumn branches
Requiem for an unremitting beloved!
Sung in the valley between piercing peaks of sorrow
She floats through the scene as distinct aura and vague essence
An embrace from the trail of vapors and misspent gestures
All emanating from a glass of cider beneath nostrils
Gracefully, you embank on the wind of time’s shadow
And nudge my cheek with impetus and vigor
Lashing out at my skin in ambivalent revelry
As if my follicles were vacuous caverns
Catching the callous moments which flutter the ***** of hillside tents
The unearthly gusts of banality extinguish the projector’s gleam
While nature embodies your beauty furthermore
Toward the end of the pathway
And the credits of the film
And the allegro of the score
And the solitude of eternity
And the rustling of the branches
Aug 30, 2010
Aug 30, 2010 at 12:09 AM UTC
I was a moth
drawn to your flame
once.
I was a moth
when I saw your candle
extinguish
from afar.
I was a moth
being burned by your embers
touching
the scales on my wings.
I was a moth
on your doorstep;
I fluttered about the light on your front porch
while
you kissed her goodnight.
I was a moth;
I was a moth;
I am a moth,
and I am dying.
I am a moth,
and there is little time left for me.
For, in a month,
the magnetism will cease,
and the flame
will burn out.
Then what is left?
Dec 13, 2011
Dec 13, 2011 at 7:21 PM UTC
hidden in the shadows
i sit
i wait
and i hope
with this small candle
i hold close to my chest
t you'll see it in the flashes of light.
the flashes that
almost blind you
to what is mistaken
for love,
happiness and
a happy way of life
but under the flaring colors,
the luring words
and seductive lips
sits the sad ones.
the ones who wish to extinguish
the small flame
we had so long ago,
the flame i so dearly
wish to roar
to grow
and to consume those who tear us apart
in its burning, enclosing embrace.
but it is but a mere
flicker in the shadows,
compared to the flashes of light
surrounding you in what i know
will be our end
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 9:53 PM UTC
How can life be both bitter and sweet?
Is almost like you're caught on fire and someone keeps pouring water to extinguish but you can not run away from feeling the pain.
Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 3:11 PM UTC
my eyes still burn
from the last time we locked them
you and I are like
fires
everyone and everything around us
trying to extinguish us
but our eyes
they meet and make a forest fire
they meet and planets explode
it's like there's nothing else
keeping me from moving on
except for the way our eyes
used to ignite at a mere glance.
Jul 21, 2022
Jul 21, 2022 at 11:20 AM UTC
A child wanders the hall before school starts
The emptiness and loneliness are his education
New children enter the school
As they exit the bus
Light shines on the school
As it exits the Sun
Yet the wandering child's eyes must adjust
To colors he's starting to see
Colors like jealousy and frustration
The wandering child is powerless to the explosive light
And searches for ways to extinguish it
He finds his solution in the room where we keep our guns
The room sits in the dark center of the building
Across the hall from where we keep our children
Kids have been playing with guns for a while now
Everyone my age that I know
Imagined shooting up their school
These are well adjusted people
It's just the times we live in
And what it takes to adjust
There are some things that will remain true
Killing is wrong
And murdering a murderer is ******
The executioner hides his face in shame
He's ashamed of the enjoyment he feels
From the power he holds over other people's lives
Unaware the power he holds
Is meant to come from love
Love that has been buried
For the temporary thrill of death
It seems like a dark joke
Giving a child a gun
And then asking them to go through high school
Because kids are ******* stupid
And some people never grow up
And high school never ends
The wandering child takes his newly found arsenal
To the densely populated cafeteria
Only to realize the other children are just as well armed
They drown in tension
When their actions have megaton weight
Before anyone can say anything
Everyone starts shooting
They grade each other in their minds
And their test comes at the end of the barrel
They find validation
In blood splattered on the wall
And bodies that once stood now lying
The gunshots deafened the wandering child
And the smoke blinded him
Reminiscent of the emptiness and loneliness before school started
This was his education
Today I watched a bunch of ants eating one another
Their ant hill collapsed as rain started pouring
Yet they continued killing each other as they drowned
They all seemed to be the same size
But their problems seemed so much bigger
So they found comfort in killing one another instead
Oct 9, 2017
Oct 9, 2017 at 8:30 AM UTC
your bubble has been burst and you
plunge into the middle of a boundless ocean.
you were a big fish in a small pond but now
you're bottom feeder in a bottomless abyss where
if you don't keep swimming,
you'll start sinking.
but even as you get immersed in the filth
don't let it stain the purity
don't let it drain the joy
that is in you.
and though the wind howls and the waves crash,
keep your eyes wide open
so that you may readily
glimpse victory:
tomorrow
this storm will be chased away
by blue skies and a glorious morning.
don't let those dark circles under your eyes
take away that bright future.
don't let those tears
extinguish the fire of your spirit.
do not just struggle,
conquer.
do not just survive,
thrive.
fear is normal
but don't let it devour
and drive you to flee or freeze,
instead
be strong and courageous and
in good faith
Fight!
Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 11:10 PM UTC
Some time ago in the furnace below
Grew restless the ruler of sin;
He dug through His closet
Composed a composite
Consisting of a violin.
The underworld rang with
Delectable twang
As Lucifer plucked on His strings;
E'en angels flew down
Allured by the sound
Til Cerberus plucked off their wings.
Eventually Satan grew bored of this, too;
That thrill-seeking ******* must capture the new;
So up to the land of the living He flew;
Disguised as a figure whom everyone knew.
First on the agenda of any pretender:
Extinguish the genuine soul;
He arrived in Genoa
Disguised as a boa
And silently swallowed him whole.
With Europe His playground
The Devil, He made sound
That no one alive had yet heard;
He fiddled and plucked,
Gambled and ******
Until inside Him syphilis stirred.
His physical shell He now had to retire;
Back to the depths of the black and the fire;
Forever above will the humans admire;
The legend of strings; the king; the sire.
Nov 8, 2012
Nov 8, 2012 at 12:48 AM UTC
i'm an empty optimistic in a world where lost souls remain
we're all threaded together by birth, given the consequences
but what are we without an upper and a even worse downer
those who survive the downers, sometimes never get back up
did you feel the connection, like our roots locked together
like we were handcuffed in familiarity, but you are as
recognizable as my own heartbeat and it seems so natural,
when you sing without the blissful harmony we used to
sing together in unison, careless and carefree, and my
heart is eroding day by day, would you still be able to swim
if i taught you when i could and would you still be able to speak
if i paid attention to you as i should but you inflict your pain back
at others, is that how our world survived with the wildlife and it's fires,
burning our only chance at safety, but i tried to extinguish the devastation
and i'm a shapeless survivor with reasons to seek, **** and destroy
in a way, does this make me the hero of the story, stripping the evil down?
if you forgave me, i would be able to forget because i'm still carrying your
world on my shoulders, and even though hearing your name makes me
sick to my stomach, my body will refuse to give in to the peer pressure
if i winded the hands of a clock, could i possibly strip your walls down still
or could i stop caring and get revenge, which could possibly be a thrill
-kra
Nov 10, 2013
Nov 10, 2013 at 10:27 PM UTC
Half circle waves crash into themselves on the shore
wipes the slate clean as they rush back to the deep
Where Amphithrite cradles them to her breast
and collects the imprints of lover’s footprints
before she sends them out again
If I jump ship and the tide draws me close to your heart,
will you keep me safe in the circle of your arms
Will you extinguish the lighthouse’s glow
so the pirates can run aground on jagged rock
buried in a sailors grave where no roses grow
When all is done and the storm has gone
will you walk with me on the shore my love
close to the clean slate of the water’s edge
Where the the waves can collect our footprints
and carry them to Amphithrite’s breast
Jun 14, 2012
Jun 14, 2012 at 9:10 AM UTC
sparklers are for the people who
love more
than they could ever
be loved in return,
for the ones who
exhaust
extinguish
their own light for others
to only appreciate them
for a moment and then
be forgotten,
for those who run out in rainstorms
for people who won’t even
stay with them in the sunshine,
for the ones who wait until
everyone around them is shining before they
ignite their light and glow.
but you can’t live by just
borrowing love for an instant or
living with the
ashes of other’s achievements;
you die a fresh death every time you listen to
those voices
that crash down on you like hail until
you’re too numb to move
you’re too over it to try
you’re too cold to ignite
at all.
Oct 5, 2021
Oct 5, 2021 at 11:22 AM UTC
In one who felt as once he felt,
This might, perhaps, have fann’d the flame;
But now his heart no more will melt,
Because that heart is not the same.
As when the ebbing flames are low,
The aid which once improved their light,
And bade them burn with fiercer glow,
Now quenches all their blaze in night.
Thus has it been with Passion’s fires—
As many a boy and girl remembers—
While every hope of love expires,
Extinguish’d with the dying embers.
The first, though not a spark survive,
Some careful hand may teach to burn;
The last, alas! can ne’er survive;
No touch can bid its warmth return.
Or, if it chance to wake again,
Not always doom’d its heat to smother,
It sheds (so wayward fates ordain)
Its former warmth around another.
3.2k
Light
From a candle
Warm and bright
Made to light the way at night
Warnings heeded
Nuclear power not needed
Just wax and a wick
Join them together
Make them stick
Then
Light the way
At the end of the day
Make a wish
Then
Extinguish.
Apr 28, 2012
Apr 28, 2012 at 4:36 PM UTC
Have you ever met a flame?
Someone so beautiful,
You don't notice when they burn the world around you?
Someone so gentle,
You don't feel the heat?
Someone so graceful,
You only see their dance?
And so you follow,
Blind to the destruction in their path,
Numb to the burn every time you get close.
Knowing the only cure to this madness is to extinguish the flame.
But you go on,
Burning in euphoria.
Aug 1, 2018
Aug 1, 2018 at 8:57 PM UTC