"firery" poems
Yesterday it took me 3 hours to calm down
It was one of our best dates
As I went to sleep and I clutched my pillow
I still felt your hand in mine
This is why I never got over you...
Yet I know I shouldn't get attached
But deep down I know I love you
And we don't have long till you go
This is why, I need to leave after you do
I can't stand living in this city
When I know I will never be happy here
Not without you by my side
Problem is we can't be right now
...
Because we would hold each other back
All your dreams and mine will have to do
I would never want to hold anyone back
From achieving their true potential
Being together would do that to you
If I love you I will let you go and not fight
Although it will **** me when we are apart
I will settle for the happiest I will ever be
For the time we have left
Yet I know it will be a beautiful goodbye
The firery walls are slowly caving in
Yet I am clinging on to every last second
In my head I am holding you and just
Slow dancing in this burning room
Aug 10, 2014
Aug 10, 2014 at 3:12 PM UTC
Take my hand
hold on through the quicksand
of my expressed agony
for I’m trying to bring us past the vanity
and the demonic hailings I paint
can as swiftly change to angels sailing past the hate
my words can take you from a pearless white night
with only the moon in sight
then twist that light back to
the sun’s beaming might
surround you in a blizzard
with imagery so vivid
it cuts through the snow
like a rock in a rivers flow
bring you from the crumbles of earthly ruins
to the humble pearly white gates of heavenly viewings
invoke you in anger & apathy
a firery rage bellowing
until you hear a fazed echoeing
pulling you from the depths of mind
to the paradise I envisioned for
mankind
corrupt you with illness of doubtful hate
then present a panacea of a
hopeful fate
I know I’m just a man,
but take my hand
and I’ll show to your there’s more to us than a monotonous plan
Dec 21, 2018
Dec 21, 2018 at 3:07 AM UTC
Ko Ko to Go Go
a prelude to a kiss
dance with Chubby Checker
lift a slo gin fizz
Head bobs to Be Bop
flip the B Side now
mellowtune in monotone
two ears for stereo wow!
Wonderment of Duke and Miles
swinging kool birthin boplicity
urban crush the hipsters rush
jazz joints cross the city
Firery sax emote a clash
strain ears of credulity
Lester leaps creative heat
nips harden on my *******
Max taps exotic wax
Django's quick pickin
finger snaps flip my lid
lips deliciously sippin
Eurozone a Zen zone
a blue infinitive smokin
big peeps dig don pink wigs
fat spliffs hot token
My new suede shoes
walks west end blues
Pop's cornet got me tippin
his open blast first to last
I like cornbread, barbecue
and fine home jazz cookin
jbm
Oakland
3/12/10
Nov 6, 2011
Nov 6, 2011 at 6:41 PM UTC
by
rgpage
I never cried in viet nam,
I just seemed to take it in.
The missing limbs and twisted flesh
friends one day and gone the next.
Was I too young to understand?
And need someone to take my hand?
No mother there to hold my hand
no father there to teach me ways.
To lead me through the day by days.
Just left alone, and alone I stayed
Instead I found my bottle friend
to stay my tears and hide my fears.
Back then “charley” felt they owned the night.
With blusterous thud the mortars hit,
Of saying hi it was “charley’s” way
then to be my friend by day.
From no where came the dragon ship,
and tipping his left wing
as a polite executioner saluting his victim just before unleashing hell.
W/ firery tongue lapping up the earth while mini-guns
roared, eagerly devouring all living things,
leaving “charley” w/ no where to run.
All clear, a small visit w/ my bottle friend
and back to sleep in the alcohol deep.
I was no John Wayne, I didn’t fight the war
a target yes for “charley’s” sights
when the sun gave way to night.
But no, I didn’t fight.
I never cried glossary:
Charley=VC=viet cong=enemy: by day he acted like any of the population, some were even employed around the various bases. But at sundown he would turn…
Dragonship=C-47=2 or 3 several barreled mini-guns mounted on left side of the plane capable of firing a few 1000 rounds per minute each w/ a phosphorous round placed at every 6th round a tracer. At night this made it look like a steady stream of fire coming from the plane, hence the name “dragon ship” or “puff the magic dragon.” To aim the pilot had to dip his left wing and fly in a counter clock wise fashion. Very effective weapon…
Written for a special friend A.S.
Apr 26, 2013
Apr 26, 2013 at 12:00 PM UTC
Adieu, my dearest.
From the depths of my heart.
I can't bear to stay, when we're always apart.
Adieu, my darling.
I know it's unfair..
But i just can't get use to having someone who cares.
Adieu, my lover
But I need a dapper fellow, who's a tad bit shallow
But only because He deserves to be.
Who lurks in the hollows,
And makes sure no one follows
And tries to convince me,
That he is why I cry in the night,
And why in every dream His face provokes fright.
Adieu,
Adieu,
Adieu.
It's always been me,
Its never been you,
But you were too blind to even start to see,
The firery passion building within me.
He's my rock, whom I can't live without.
Even though everyone has their doubts.
On why I feel so strongly for Him,
Why I follow his every whim.
I care, I say.
I just care a lot.
Even though I know Ill never have a shot..
at anything but,
Adieu,
Adieu,
Adieu.
Jul 24, 2012
Jul 24, 2012 at 2:08 AM UTC
I shut my eyes for a moment,
Listening closely to the rain drops against my window.
The louder splatters on the Zinc,
And the solem whispers from the cold wind.
Moments like these,
Ignite my subtle yet firery desires.
My hollow heart summons you,
Reminiscing on your gentle touch never felt,
The feel of our dangerous passion.
Though our lips are yet to touch.
©Karen Thompson 2020
Oct 2, 2020
Oct 2, 2020 at 4:46 AM UTC
Gather round and listen to my stories of of yesteryears, of dragons in the mountains and mermaids on the shore
Yes, these tales are true, I saw a mermaid once as she lay upon the sand, instead of legs a fishes tail in colours of every hue
Ah yes tis also true that I once entered s dragons dark lair, his eyes were like firery brimstone, the foul stench of his breath filled the air
My friends gather round a bit closer while I tell you of things in the night, I once watched five faries dancing, like fire flies lighting the dark
Now have any of you seen a unicorn? Pure white, a single horn on his head. Well I was lucky enough one to ride one. The first man ever to mount that wild beast
OK, so you think my words are the words of a fanciful fool but I have suffered from the dragon and yes, bruises when from the unicorns back I did fall
I've heard the mermaid singing sweet love songs, her songs floating out cross the sea. I've seen the dragons souring on leather wings as they float cross the sky
In my pocket a scale from the mermaids tail and a scale from the dragons dark lair. Round my neck hangs a cord that I braided. Braided from unicorns hair
My friends these stories I tell you, every word I've told you is true, I would never cheat or deceive you, with tales from my yesteryears
Dec 29, 2013
Dec 29, 2013 at 2:52 PM UTC
Lets address whats evident
In this room There's an Elephant.
Why do you see us as being irrelevant.
Just because our skin was kissed with melanin
Mixed in with the protien of Keratin
They slapped us with a label of being African American.
Yet we are descendants from one of the 12 tribes of Israel: Juah, Ephraim, Manasseh, Naphtali, Levi, Asher, Issachar, Gad, Zebulun, Reuben, Simeon, and Benjamin
We were taught to be Nurturing and feminine
Because we were raised to be young ladies, due to our body producing high levels of estrogen.
We are sweet like sugar but can be spicy like cinnamon.
We have an Aroma of shea butter, coconut, and honey
We are enlighten with wisdom, so we are far from a dummy.
We cant be bought be bought with your worldly money.
Even on a dark day you would think its sunny
Because our souls are so divine
that it's reflection from the inside will brighten the world like the The moon in the midnight's sky that shines.
We are Unashamed.
We can not be tamed
Inside us lies a firery passionate buring flame.
We have a Hebrew name.
We are not the same,
We are individually different and one of a kind.
We have a beautiful mind.
We are fruitful like ripen Grapes growing ravashingly on the branches from vine.
We age like fine wine.
We are not to be treated as devalued change such as quarters, pennies, nickles and dimes.
Our voices are delightfullly sweet just as the peaceful sound of musical wind chimes.
We tell stories through our dancing, words, paintings, songs, poems, verses, rhythms and rhymes.
We dont need makeup to cover up a blemish
Its just a sign that we have flaws and God's not finished.
The power of Yah flows from us graciously.
For Our beauty comes naturally.
Our souls are birth from the heavenly.
We speak Pleasantly.
Some have a complexion of Maghony.
But My skin tone is Vanilla bean
I get high off life like caffeine
I glisten like afro sheen.
I am a Hebrew Queen.
Thru the untrained eye my future cant be seen
The Most High is listening,
Shaping, and our futures he's creating.
We Seek Yahwehs face for insight
Going through a transformation to get our souls right.
Taking a journey to new heights.
We are stand out like highlights
Shining in the world of darkness like flashlights.
And Yeshua Hamashiach has our copyrights
We say it out Loud
We are Hebrew and We are proud!
Nov 16, 2016
Nov 16, 2016 at 8:32 PM UTC
Days pass so fast beween those hills
the ones of suffering delt with skill
A heart not clensed from ill design
softer than silk, fresher than pines.
I write this thousenth letter with a mix
the juice of my oragans, stones and sticks.
So hang around if you feel alone,
and hear the letter leave the stone
and become bone from a bush.
Cast 'tween lands of firery ice
my body acts; I pay the price.
******* of a blueprint, my cardboard genes
still fail to smell a rotting dream.
The clean produce with an iron strength,
a deadly aurora of graveyard stench.
Between the rosebuds, black as soot
lies my weed-bush pushing roots.
Free to amend, from time itself;
Id then be able to cure my self.
Days do pass fast beween these hills
the ones of dementia, of feeling ill
A heart not yet ready to resign,
for there is hope in Valentine.
Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 6:23 PM UTC
She's irritating,
A noise making machine,
She never shuts up,
I see her in my dreams.
I can't fight it,
But when she's gone,
I have a feeling,
It won't be long.
Before I tear her hair out,
I scream and shout,
I let my emotion run free,
I can't help the way I feel baby.
I was cold and alone,
No one to hold,
And she was absent from my head.
I felt the world's weight,
No laughs to share,
My reality came crumbling,
Into Nightmare.
I found her sitting,
Upon the shore,
Of that firery brimstone,
Lair.
Thank imaginary beings,
Thank the stars and the earth,
I had finally found her,
Beneath the hurt.
I can't explain it,
But I hate her so much,
However, without her,
I wouldn't exist.
Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 11:39 AM UTC
There's war on the TV
You watch it as a show
It's real though
So much more than you know
I hope you'll never know
I pray you'll never go
To follow where I've been
To march in sync with sin
Booted feet of monsters
****** hands of men
They're one and the same
Slap the magazine
Seat it in the well
"Click"
Chamber the round
Take aim
Loose the black dogs
Heat the steel barrel
The hand held beasts of war
Barking in their firery savagery
let fly their teeth
that they bite to break skin
Commanded to fire "FIRE!"
Lead filled air
Raining artillery
A deafening symphony
Tat Tat Tat
Falls the enemy
Tat Tat Tat
Falls my brothers
Tat Tat Tat
Falls your sons
Tat Tat Tat
Falls your fathers
And our souls
Falling farther
Stuff the memory down
Hiding it deep
Rocking in sleep
Nothing looks the same
Through tainted eyes
And nothing feels the same
Through tainted lives
No one sees these tears
This hate
This fear
And
No one hears
The soldier's cries.
Apr 29, 2012
Apr 29, 2012 at 6:53 AM UTC
That day
people from windows fell,
others say, that morning
victims from windows jumped .
On that black day,
just before
all the flags down their polls they fell
towers,
cracking ablaze like matches,
pointing at the sky,
came down
raining back onto the city
hot ashes, steel, mixed
all that was left was a mound
of the best of the west's freshest flesh
left to cool down from their heat,
one limb at à time
none could say this was neat
but I was happy to still have mine.
I also remember the other poor
people, the ones that suffered the most .
On the screen you could only see more
of them leaning outside in the cold
their feet dangling in the tempest of flames and smoke,
so high they couldnt even hope
for their bones to survive the journey,
and for their body to hit a post.
After five minutes,
the first one jumped.
(or fell)
His fingers probably burnt
by all of the firery hell .
I gasped as my eyes followed the falling feather,
hoping it was only just
floating and would land
on a strong sheet of leather
Instead they all smashed into the
steets, one after another.
I was young, maybe just five..
To me world was a sandbox
a place to run and to thrive .
Too see people die,
like the ants I sqwashed under
my feet,
made me close my eyes and wonder
what the hell was out to meet
me when I would grow up and
encounter such things,
I couldn't think farther than my block
and didn't want to.
I was happy to breathe and play,
eat, run and cry and hear about
who was Honest Abe, Franklin,
and Edison
to be free to kick and shout
and to lie down and to rest in
the sun
in the grass next to our lake
and the swing under our tree
all that mattered was I was
there and all that cared was
I was free
Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 5:42 PM UTC
My friends,
when you die,
go to hell,
I'll meet you there
and welcome you home.
For we belong down here.
We curse and we yell
And we howl all night.
Tis always night here
With bonfires
and such huge flames
In camps of the sinners
Here we're all winning
Oh it's never boring here
We drink
We rob
We love
We hate
Discord is our favorite thing
A lot like a firery prison
We will punish those we see fit
Not all who don't fit gods approval list
Beware our anger
When you die
My friends
Go to hell
And I welcome you there.
Dec 20, 2016
Dec 20, 2016 at 3:06 AM UTC
Its Pitch Black, so lonely and cold
There's not a single hand here to hold
Nobody Not Even A soul.
Stuck in the deep dark hole.
But I know My God is Still in Control.
As my head begins to pulsate thanks to my migraine Headache.
Just then I faint upon my intake.
Realzing I'm Unconscious, no longer am I awake
I can feel the firery hate in all the words that Everyone had once spake.
Spiteful words glide ****** my mind slithering like snake from behind.
Satans hoping that I might take the bait so he can unwind.
Feelings of being Mistreated and misused
Being Mentally, Physically, and Emotionally Abused.
The feeling of abandonement after being used
In desparate need of someone to talk to
Sinking without you......
I'm lost.... feeling hopeless.....
Lord I cant even begin to cope with this.
Help me to stay postive and gain back my focus.
Father please dont let my prayers Go unoticed.
Im suffering from this massive Heartache cant you feel my heart beginning to break with each breathe that I take.
But it was my Mistake.
Knowing I had Everything to lose at steak.
Now Im Experiencing my life shaking in an Earthquake.
Forgive me Lord I love you with all my heart and soul. Make me whole and console
I know that My God is still in Control.
I shed so many Tears
Especially within these past few Years
I have faced my biggest Fears.
Suddenly I hear 2 different wishpers in my ears.
Satan: "Girl, Can't you hear?“
God: "Have No Fear For I am Here!"
Satan:" You can't and won't Do this!"
God: In all Of This I am In the midst!
Satan: Throw in the Towel,Give up, Quit!
God: You have me and you Are fully equipped, My Child you can make it.
Because I didn't give up I didn't quit. I fought with grit of the holy spirit. And God protected me from Every blow and hit.
This is a spiritual battle From Within......
As Long as God Is on my Side Satan Can't And won't Win.
Sep 30, 2016
Sep 30, 2016 at 10:07 PM UTC
Once upon the memory of the most intoxicating dreams.
While strolling thru the starlite forest, there stood the fairy queen.
A magnificent shimmer flowed from the tips of toes to her firery red hair.
Such majestic beauty was there in her eyes I found myself lost in her stare.
She whispered of tails filled with fairy magic kept hidden but still in plain sight.
She told how she kissed awake the stars and brought life into the night.
I was enchanted by the sweet sounds of lulabyes that the fairy queen sang.
Don't let her size fool you, beyond the edge of the forest her fairy voice rang.
In awe I watched as she whisped thru the sky as if she were dancing with moon beams.
Once upon the meomry of the most intoxicating dreams.
Apr 25, 2013
Apr 25, 2013 at 12:01 PM UTC
I wish that there was a way that made sense for me to show you all of the chaotic nonsense that is lingering along side of me inside my already crowded head.
There are days when i just want to laugh at the silliest things and wear my smile for all the world to see, other days I get trapped in the darkness and I dread the idea of leaving the sanctity of my bed.
Sometimes I feel like all the noise cluttering this world has over run me and is now squatting un welcomed inside my skin and it is enough to drive me mad.
Then in the blink of an eye the nothingness gains back its control and the silence locks me in with my tormented thoughts and memories making me long for the noise I once had.
Like most in this world I have longed to find my One, the missing piece to my puzzle , but i fear my puzzle is defective and I do not deserve the same love back that I wish to give to only you.
Who is this person hidden behind my eyes, she is passionate, firery and can at times be quite playful intertwined with this introverted, angry, and sad entity that has lost her way, not knowing what to do.
Im am drowning in the uncertainty of half the time feeling alone like there is no one that would understand me while I secretly pray that they don't make it past my defensive wall.
Pushing people away is how I have always made sure I was safe, it is what I have done best, but beneath the scars of my heart I have been waiting for you to protect me from the scattering debris when inevitably my wall begins to fall.
Sep 3, 2013
Sep 3, 2013 at 12:27 PM UTC
Drowning in a sea of my own creation, a black void of crashing waves that erode my bedrock, slowly but surely.
The knight watches from the cliff top, his sword dangling helplessly by his side, knowing the fruitless endeavour of attempting battle with the creature, was just that. He falls to his knees, begging the merciless gods to release his world from its onslaught of tendril esk darkness.
But the cries fall on deaf ears as the monster deity unleashes yet another wave of black and the sky falls into the sea with an impossible crack.
The storm rages on as its host shambles around its own reality, the now black skies reflect in its eyes, but the light of the stars has since been extinguished. The firery core has been contained within the maelstrom of black. And the throbbing sentience is being infected and enslaved by the demon god once and for all.
The knight is a fugitive in the world that was crafted for him. His armour is battered and flawed from the constant losing fight he was destined to wage, forever. The arm that once held the mighty sword of light feels like the weight of a thousand men were standing on it. And the sword is glowing ever fainter.
But still, the war goes on, the casualties rise and the demon god is winning. This is no fairy tale, our hero is not recovering and the monster has no weakness.
This is real life.
My... life.
Mar 11, 2018
Mar 11, 2018 at 11:21 AM UTC
I sketched you
And watered your plants
We had existential sunrises
Blue from inner death
Fond to gnarled tree
Sick memory of you and me
Coffee no longer no longer
Tastes so bitter
Shy with fear
Do not cross yield
Crop circles ahead
Firery brim firey brim firefly sins
Liminal sythaeshtic bliss
Cerberus innocence
Kite crashing
Temptation mixed with tense
Escape escape escape x2
The loneliness
The lonely winds
Coffee no longer coffee no longer
Tastes so bitter
And I miss my name
Bitter little sinner
Bittler little girl
All the same
Bitter little sinner
Bitter little girl
Learning the same mistakes
Interest to abstract concept
Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 12:47 AM UTC
We got that special kind of love hey?
The one where doing the dishes is heartfelt,
always making two coffees when were doing things around each other
and picking up the sock off the floor before the sock monster gets them a grand gesture.
that firery passionate fight over the house work
and that easy just the simple **** tonight
that niether of us gets offended over
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Then theres those 'fuck you!' big fights
and those swear black and blue 'I hate you!' moments,
and those endlesss hours of missing when we dont come home at night
and that ache we forget when were in eachothers sights
and the passionate sorry and that perfectly chosen love song
those incredible hours of body to body, heart to heart and soul to soul love making; the earth shattering explosions as all our bits explode and meld into one, no spaces between not knowing where you start and I end
and how after we dont care any more who won or lost the fight.
that we are completely incompatible but some how its alright.
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We got that special kind of love hey?
the kind that poets write poetry about
the ones that songwriters make singers into stars with
that the best novels are written on many years later
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I cant believe we havent ****** each other off sooner?
it doesnt always have pretty moments
in fact some pretty ugly scenes
nothing that either one of us it seems really means.
it must be a special kind of love,
its the only thing could possibly be holding all our **** together.
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You know,
the kind that only you and I could ever understand?
that we'd do it all again and still not know why
just to be together in that two cups of coffee kind of way...
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the everyday stuff but also the extraordinary.
I guess hey?
Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 3:19 AM UTC
When your slowly sinking life consistantly smells of propane
You endeavour to silently drown out the crashing waves
Dodging firery and deadly sparks
Knowing any minute it can go up in flames
Poisened with fight we lose all of your paralyzing fear
A progression of a genius mind
We evolve and become fire eaters
Until we have fear scared and in tears
You move with armed confidence
Even your words has some bite
Slowly eating all negativity
Then still sleeping soundly at night
This life can never drown us or keep us down
We Borne in a state of fight
Screaming at the world
I believe this to be our battle cry
To let the world know our hidden might.
Oct 11, 2019
Oct 11, 2019 at 5:35 AM UTC
I vow to protect you
agains the firery depths
of the devils Hell
I'll defend against the
demons in your head
I brandish not a sword
But Love and Hope
Lean on me
I'll lend you my stength
You may not be able to see me
You may not be able to hear me
But Always know that I am here
I'll protect you with my life and soul
Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 7:46 PM UTC
By Arcassinburnham
Hades had plans,
When he met you,
As beautiful as angry gods when they strike you,
Put you down,
Committing adultery,
Come to mt.Olympus word goes around,
Zeus is the greatest god around,
Just like a group,
Hades broke a away and was the prince of darkness,
Hoping you,
Would give him your soul in exchange for prices,
He was heartless,
Bound for all evil,
Out of now where cupid came,
And gave him a dose of the arrow,
So you see , he wanted you all to himself,
But It wasn't fault so how the hell,
You say you're stuck in hell,
He let you free a couple of times,
You could have ran off,
But your heart got the best of you,
Making hellish gods a new talk,
A few sinful men, in this world wanna know your secret,
Now that you're a god,
Or the demons ,and the firery legions,
How did you get this woman and her emasculant
Beauty.
Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 7:55 PM UTC
I wish I wasn't so weak otherwise this would be my 2nd year just resting peacefully next to that creek. I tried to call it quits but like always I couldn't take any of the hits. I got in my car and accelerated very fast hoping to finally make all this pain end in a firery blast. I wish I would have hit that bridge so I could be buried on some random unknown ridge. Why couldn't I have gotten unlucky? I mean after all my life was very mucky. Maybe it was an act of God or maybe is was from the sad music playing on my iPod. I just wish the pain would disappear so my mind could go back to being very clear. I thought it was my turn to go since I've never felt so low. I still have thoughts of this day wishing that it could have ended in another way. I have tried to become happy but I'm always feeling ****** I have tried to mask my pain but in reality my life is swirling down the drain. Maybe all this is just a big message from above trying to show me that I should just try to love. One day I'll get the urge to get back in the car I just hope that I don't go too far. Maybe in a few years from now I can look back at this post and think; wow I'm really glad I didn't turn myself into a ghost!
Apr 20, 2018
Apr 20, 2018 at 10:25 PM UTC
You're like Minnesota snow;
here for many months then gone without a trace making me try to forget your face.
You're like a Kansas tornado;
trashing and unavoidable turning my heart into a pile of waste.
You're like a Colorado avalanche;
hazardous and unstoppable leaving my mind buried in too deep.
You're like a Florida flood;
surging and immense creating an endless pool of doubt.
You're like a California wildfire;
firery and suffocating making me gasp for air.
Apr 19, 2018
Apr 19, 2018 at 10:08 PM UTC