"inflames" poems
How tenuous this grip we have, how slight our hold remains
When all around loud braggards boast that power now pertains,
We see the banner headlines splashed across our daily rags
And redneck demonstrations cleans the streets of Spics and ****
When blood runs in the gutter as the battons rise and fall
And whilst taking tea in style the filthy rich ignore it all.
The blonde leader of our nation struts, postulates and brags
While the rest of us skive off around the corner smoking ****
Our kids ingest confusion as they loiter on the street
Unknowing our delusions make illusions held, replete.
How tenuous the grip we have, how slight our hold remains
As our allies shower cold distrust convinced our fault inflames.
What chance of clear redemption, what remedies revive
When truth is lost to darkness can our honesty survive?
Reputation cut to shards, confidences ******
That leaders of community no longer hold our trust
When white is caste as black and then to green and then to grey
And sanity refuses pontification one more day.
How tenuous the grip we have, how slight our holds remain
As twilight turns to darkness caste against a larks’ refrain.
M.
The White House
HAMILTON, New Zealand
25 July 2018
Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 1:36 AM UTC
Wonderful and beautiful
Fills my heart with joy
But alas, I have been called weird,
For my love of the story sublime.
I may not care about politics, unless Palpatine is involved,
But chancellors aside, Star Wars is where my world revolves.
I may not be courageous, like the awesome Han Solo,
But, when it inflames my heart, unstoppable I am, just like my heroes.
I cannot stress this enough, it may be bad as a passion, but Star Wars will never desert me! And that's just the start!
Sure, I could spend my time making a million dollars,
Or maybe even starting an empire,
but I see no better way to spend my time,
than to obsess on the thing that is mine!
(just kidding! I don't own it. Is saying that a crime?)
Anyway, to finish off my bad poem I must say one last thing,
STAR WARS STAR WARS YOU ARE MY KING!
Jun 27, 2016
Jun 27, 2016 at 7:06 PM UTC
In your eye a shutter-spark that catches
my gaze like a passing street lamp
driving in the rain - it’s refraction
drifting in and out until it’s a flash-bulb
burned in my eye. A flash-bulb, lightning,
sewing the skies and growing beauty in depths
and molding itself to veins. Veins that burn
into the friction of my
sporactic chest - a catalyst.
A catalyst that ignites my gaze
and inflames my ribs,
it beckons your breath -
warm against my ear.
A breathing,
a comfort,
like the softness of the light in winter;
where the clouds draw like curtains
and you hold onto me.
A moment of hesitation in breath,
And I continue to falter.
You scare words from my ribs
And I fear you. You to make me a convict
of my indecision.
Still – barred - paused in frequency.
Mar 14, 2014
Mar 14, 2014 at 2:19 AM UTC
As swarm of aggressive multi-coloured ants,
Evening traffic charms the highway,
Eerie tree shadows haunt the carriageway at three o'clock,
Shadows will reconfigure and extend as time passes through the sundial of my trip,
This burning night, on the way to smoky city,
Inflames the melting tyres, smoking as if sticky molten caramel,
Bathes highway with red hot haze,
I jump as air conditioning, kicks in,
Conning me my journey's nearly done,
In the heat of the evening sun,
Wakes me from my slumbers doze,
Traffic slows through rush hour jams,
Dances,weaving lane to lane,
Through rush hour congestion's indigestion!
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Jul 12, 2013
Jul 12, 2013 at 6:05 PM UTC
The roses of Love glad the garden of life,
Though nurtur’d ’mid weeds dropping pestilent dew,
Till Time crops the leaves with unmerciful knife,
Or prunes them for ever, in Love’s last adieu!
In vain, with endearments, we soothe the sad heart,
In vain do we vow for an age to be true;
The chance of an hour may command us to part,
Or Death disunite us, in Love’s last adieu!
Still Hope, breathing peace, through the grief-swollen breast,
Will whisper, “Our meeting we yet may renew:”
With this dream of deceit, half our sorrow’s represt,
Nor taste we the poison, of Love’s last adieu!
Oh! mark you yon pair, in the sunshine of youth,
Love twin’d round their childhood his flow’rs as they grew;
They flourish awhile, in the season of truth,
Till chill’d by the winter of Love’s last adieu!
Sweet lady! why thus doth a tear steal its way,
Down a cheek which outrivals thy ***** in hue?
Yet why do I ask?—to distraction a prey,
Thy reason has perish’d, with Love’s last adieu!
Oh! who is yon Misanthrope, shunning mankind?
From cities to caves of the forest he flew:
There, raving, he howls his complaint to the wind;
The mountains reverberate Love’s last adieu!
Now Hate rules a heart which in Love’s easy chains,
Once Passion’s tumultuous blandishments knew;
Despair now inflames the dark tide of his veins,
He ponders, in frenzy, on Love’s last adieu!
How he envies the wretch, with a soul wrapt in steel!
His pleasures are scarce, yet his troubles are few,
Who laughs at the pang that he never can feel,
And dreads not the anguish of Love’s last adieu!
Youth flies, life decays, even hope is o’ercast;
No more, with Love’s former devotion, we sue:
He spreads his young wing, he retires with the blast;
The shroud of affection is Love’s last adieu!
In this life of probation, for rapture divine,
Astrea declares that some penance is due;
From him, who has worshipp’d at Love’s gentle shrine,
The atonement is ample, in Love’s last adieu!
Who kneels to the God, on his altar of light
Must myrtle and cypress alternately strew:
His myrtle, an emblem of purest delight,
His cypress, the garland of Love’s last adieu!
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Deep beneath the earth a companion flows as liquid into his soul, filling every curve, slip and crack.
86 fathoms below, a man is filled and unchained from his solitude
creating a place for the mind to swim in one infinite breath.
Swimming to the surface
Thunder roars, lightning strikes: releasing him from beneath. He climbs out.
There she stands in front, electrified. From head to toe, she inflames him, illuminating the night sky.
The man approaches, thwarted by his ambition and
left into stasis, as he watches her.
Frozen, her eyes lock onto his.
Enduring, he learns her true feeling.
Sep 6, 2016
Sep 6, 2016 at 9:13 PM UTC
Okay The Vibe To Write...
Is Now A Part of My Life...
It’s Just A BEAUTIFUL Thing... !!!
When I Start To Think...
And Start Writing Lyrics...
That QUICKLY Sink...
Into Papers Where Ink...
... Display Wordplay...
That Comes From My Brain...
It’s A Vibe That Invites...
..... REALITY Lines.....
RATHER Than THOSE...
Where Lines of WHITE...
Create Mental DOPES...
Who Embrace That Coc’... !!!
Or Yes... *******
That They’re QUICK To CLAIM...
Helps To Keep Them STRAIGHT... ?!?
The Vibe When I Write...
INFLAMES MY BRAIN... !!!
With Things To Say...
About The World Today...
From GREATS Like USAIN... !!!
To Things LESS HUMANE...
That Are NOT So Great... !!!
You Know What I’m Saying... ?
Or..... DO YOU..... ?!?
Cos’ The Vibe When I Write...
Is... NOT For Fools... !!!
Who DON’T Use Their Brain Tool...
So..... Is That YOU... ?!?
One Who’s Confused...
When It Comes To What’s TRUE...
Cos’ The Vibe When I Write...
REJECTS Those In DENIAL...
It’s A Style That Profiles...
A Great Deal MORE...
Than... Peoples’ Green Miles... !!!
It Relates To Flicks...
That EXPOSE How We Live...
But Also Deals...
In Things MORE REAL... !!!
Than Things That Are Filmed...
On... 8 Millimetre Reels... !!!
Because Words I Write...
Do Not Promote Lies... !!!
Or... FALLACIES...
The Vibe When I Write...
Is..... REALITY........
So ISN'T Written To Deceive...
Or Make People... ANGRY... !!!
... It Is What It IS....
So... If The Cap Fits...
You’d Better Deal With It... !!!
You See The Vibe When I Write...
ISN'T MOULDED To PLEASE...
Because THAT ISN’T Poetry To Me... !!!
It’s About Being REAL...
And Relating What You See...
In Ways That Display...
TRUTH And HONESTY... !!!
And Reflections On Life...
All It’s Lows And HIGHS... !!!!
And Those Last Lines...
Are The Things That DEFINE...
Why... Whether Day Or Night...
I Continually Find That My Mind’s Eye...
QUICKLY Provides A Mind Like Mine...
With...
... “ The Vibe To Write “...
Sep 18, 2020
Sep 18, 2020 at 11:44 PM UTC
It’s something I think about often,
Do we fully understand the fragility of this life we possess?
And suddenly a loved one is taken …it inflames you to think.
Every consciousness is a precious and fragile gift.
These lives of ours are fleeting, gone in a minute.
When you suddenly understand this, everything fades into the background.
Pushing 70 now… I choose to soar out of bed joyfully rejoicing each morning,
That life has granted me another day above the dirt.
Life is strong and weak…it’s a paradox.
Keep your mind strong my friends, don’t hide behind your fears.
This life of yours is an amazing gift….live it with a smile!
Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 3:38 PM UTC
~
Underneath a crushing moonlit
Roses are dancing in a glow garden
Cram of comeliness whispering through my pensive
Applaud an agitating mind of dragging love
That submerging under a poetic passion
A wild **** of beauty wishing to crave a romance
Stressing on mind that makes
Bubbles of emotions simultaneously,
Touching and filling the empty dreams
That essence of heaven creating the melody of divine music
Passing through the poet's nose and nails
Deep ache popping at the heart and stone
There render of love conceiving to catch a **** of heaven
A tangible gaiety that creates so surprising illusion
The glimmer chords becoming to splash
The utmost inflames growing to outburst,
Bursts into the fire of gaiety--
Psyche pouring a fathomless passion till the twilight
Where there I am dancing alone with my shadow,
Ah! my Love--
Oh! my Love ----
What a Crushing Moonlit!!
~
@ Musfiq us shaleheen
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 4:23 PM UTC
Love melts the heart
and turns it into
chocolate butterflies
that dwell in the stomach.
Love fries the brain
and turns it into
a smooth stone
stuck in the throat.
Love inflames the testicles
and turns them into
furtive little mice
excited for escape.
Love makes you feel
deep like the oceans.
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 9:22 AM UTC
Glitterati Gangsters gaze
with commanding stares
and broken plates glass blown and open gates
There she sits eyes
all holding
all knowing
synchronicities shatter the scene
Sparkling
each blink initiates a flood of flaming diamonds
that lash out like hot irons
Eyes like this entice and take
Each blink unlocks a new mystery
as she grinds resistance in her teeth
Igniting my lust
Sparkling
each blink creates a dawning sun
Her gaze inflames ten thousand ways
She wields sparkle
like madmen spray sarin
With sparkling abandon
Jun 19, 2012
Jun 19, 2012 at 8:11 AM UTC
When I hold you in my arms what do I feel?
Something I cannot express with words.
It is tenderness that warms my heart.
When I’m injured, your warm phrases heal
Every wound that tortures me and hurts,
Every pain that tears my chest apart.
It is happiness that I do not know how
Makes me fly up high and touch the sky,
Makes me smile when I wake up at dawn.
Everything around gets bright somehow,
And I’m sure this feeling will not die.
What’s inside my heart cannot be gone.
It is peace that everybody needs,
Even those who like to live at strife,
Those who very often draw a sword.
And you show me with your words and deeds
That you wholeheartedly want your life
And my life to be in full accord.
It is passion that inflames my flesh,
And sometimes its fire is so strong
That its tongues can even scorch my bones.
Such a heat is able to enmesh
All my heart and body for so long,
That by touching I can melt the stones.
It is love, a gift sent from a star.
And this feeling is so great and pure,
It enslaves our souls and makes them free.
And in love with me you also are,
That is why I am completely sure
That together we are meant to be.
Feb 26, 2020
Feb 26, 2020 at 3:17 PM UTC
His words crash around us, his miserable dark dampening everyone’s light. Your blue eyes roll high, then low, letting his hanger catch on your shoulders. I protest, claim love and want hope, but he’s well prepared; bible, violence, and stereotype in hand.
At first, he locked his anger up tight, disguised the resentment, fought the archaic nature of his values, the great expanse of his hatred, hidden. He kept it in, fought it, failed to understand it. Finally, internal battle lost, he started leaking. Any hope for happiness killed by a diet of frozen pizza, polish sausage, and spaghetti westerns. He respects men who don’t respect women, loathes anyone who dares to think or feel more than necessary.
His eyes shift, and a creeping moustache has begun above his upper lip, framing a mouth spewing misunderstanding. You say: He makes everyone miserable. He says: Its all the cigarettes and alchohol they’ve been using. You shake your head, knowing an argument only spreads the contagion and inflames the rash.
I forget, ask him how he knows so much about things he’s never done. “You don’t have to try it to know,” He replies, the creeping moustache more and more evident. I roll my eyes, lay back and listen as he preaches theories about women he’s never known, never had. How many times can he fail to realize he’s no better than anyone else. He preaches God and Christianity, but hates more than anyone, has no hope, or faith, or love, and lacks any shadow of compassion. He’s filled with violence and anger, yet claims to follow a God of love.
He’s not tough, or hardened, or experienced, he’s afraid. Afraid to love, to lose, to understand, to hope, to accept, because it means a change. It means growing up, throwing out comic books, drawing mor than Batman, finding friends who are real, feeling the pain, understanding the gravity, and embracing it all.
Jul 27, 2010
Jul 27, 2010 at 3:52 PM UTC
You are the soul of my self, life and breath,
endless beginning and duration
of my thoughts, emotions and will,
source of matter creating memory of the soul,
noon and thymos residing in my chest,
heavens in which the afterlife starts,
psyche appearing in my dreams,
wind and air of my inner cosmos,
lightest, spherical atoms composing my soul,
synthesis of all my sensations.
Your words of adoriation are ever living fire.
Flesh of my soul have been irrevocably affected
by your spiritual intelligence
and wisdom of your blood age generating thoughts.
Effluence of your loving spirit inflames circumpolar stars.
Motion in the sky is just reflection of God's destiny for us.
Love was never abstract for Cassiopeia the Queen
and all rising stars like our moon and sun.
Love, innefable realm,
mainstay of heart and mind,
sun in the center of human microcosm,
eyes, ears, tounge, hands and feet of God,
inherent nature of breath during the day and night,
one and only consciousness eluding death and time,
axiomatic language of infinite Universe
intimately connected to the philosophy of the core of all.
You are North Star on celestical sphere of my notions
showing me angelic love of woman
with power of all stars of northern heavens.
Jul 21, 2015
Jul 21, 2015 at 8:34 PM UTC
what is this unholy distress
that even words
seem unable to soothe?
instead it inflames them;
poisons them -
turns my ideas into a malicious brood
that commands
every ounce of my attention today
i would
if i could
pluck out this bitter vine
that encircles me sinuously
growing within me
as if born from a mystery seed.
unhindered it occupies every crevice in my brain
finding its way
into every sense, every act
every thought.
but then I think
a complete life
cannot be all sweet.
- Vijayalakshmi Harish
30.01.2013
Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish
Jan 30, 2013
Jan 30, 2013 at 4:50 AM UTC
I need to speak my mind more often.
I need to speak it truthfully,
Pent up it fumes and poisons me.
Turns my tongue to ash.
Today I've noticed I didn't recognize myself.
Fires have warped my features,
Though unchanged my reflection
yields new connotation.
Poets once unheard
now rip tears from my eyes.
Music plays on repeat for hours,
Immersing me in a blanket of deceit.
I hide myself behind my mask of notes,
Submerging myself in an unbreakable bubble,
But its protective husk suppresses the peril within.
The truth is I'm suffocating.
My open wounds pus hate,
Scabbing over in deceit that only cracks with more hate,
Unexplainable angst inflames a desire to break out,
To speak my mind truthfully.
Nov 30, 2013
Nov 30, 2013 at 5:16 PM UTC
You light me up,
Like fire.
I burn under your gaze,
The world inflames around me.
You glow,
So bright,
You're a luminous light.
As if destined
to irradiate my life.
To shine light upon
My darkest secrets,
Proving there is a way out of them.
Yet you bring out the beast in me.
You make my lungs suffocate.
I don't want you,
But without your touch,
My body starves for your presence.
I've lost my grip,
On all the sense in me.
Now I just want
To follow my heart.
Even though it screams
For the wrong path.
How can someone so wrong
Be so right?
We're total opposites
Yet we relate,
We understand each other.
I don't think anyone
Has ever done that before.
You should be the one
Who keeps me firm on my feet.
Instead, you're the reason,
I keep falling.
Hard.
Somehow, you're what gives me
Tranquillity.
My happiness
Is fluorescent
Within your presence.
Your simple touch,
Illuminates my body,
Bringing fireworks
That were absent over the course of my life.
Regardless of what I say,
Stay with me forever,
You bring exhilaration to my life.
You're my state of mind.
I’ll cry you a river,
Weigh my heart,
Count every ounce of feeling I have for you,
Just to prove I am hopelessly in love with you.
You're the magic to my Wonderland.
No, you are my Wonderland.
Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 3:20 PM UTC
behind the boathouse in august,
he moves to her side.
she pulls away from the boy
with the violet eyes.
in his eyes, tinged in red,
like the sun that inflames above,
burning the land and sea,
scorching the grass and her skin.
then too, an intense blue
so wide and empty,
it rivals the deepest sky
that seeks to swallow the sun
within these colors,
a rush of purple springs forth.
as it surges, he leans forward,
to take the girl with his violet eyes.
Jun 19, 2010
Jun 19, 2010 at 9:41 AM UTC
It would be much too dangerous to talk about
Or remember at all
That night
A piercing scream from behind
A clatter of fallen crockery on the floor
Crimson fills the apron she wore
I do not yet think to ask how or why
My heart beats a silent cry
I kneel beside to feel her warmth
All I feel are empty eyes slice into my soul
My eyes look over the pool of red
Gathered by the drops her body shed
But for the blood, she can be lost in dreams
I think, as I imagine her pale in peace
Grabbing a mop
I cleanse her of the damaging dye
Her body now remains uncoloured, untainted
Of that which still inflames her quintessence
She's been marked, I realise
In an irreparable scarlet
All action, all words- scattered on the tiles
Lying broken and futile
Apr 19, 2014
Apr 19, 2014 at 12:51 PM UTC
they're all just tired of her
twisted games her
silly need to be wanted
and desire for destruction
that leads them all
into hell's fire and
inflames their souls their
hearts are in fractions
over a crazy girl who doesn't
even care or even know
what she is doing
she is too busy getting high
breathing in life and
feeling unstoppable or
sometimes unapproachable
sometimes she wants to die
she is tired too of her broken
mind and its broken
thoughts which drive her to
actions so irrational
that hurt those she loves
those around her who
tire of being there to care
when she always falls
every week or every day she
becomes a crisis and breaks
into shards only held
together with her madness
by starving and purging
by cutting and crying she
remains alive in one piece
despite her sadness
but those around her are now
exhausted by her drama not
able to take another day
they love her but they must
say goodbye before she
burns them out like her own eyes
her own soul is dead now
she is alone with her disgust
for herself and her own corpse
maggot-ridden and sad
she is left to mourn those
she swore she'd never miss
she said she didn't need
anyone or their condescenscion
and help but now alone
she doesn't want to be like this
© Tara India.
Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 11:09 PM UTC
The Meteor
Came Into
The Space
Sought By
Some Struck
Blew Up
******
The Whole
System
Right Up
****** The
Whole Into
The Core
Of The Planet
It Truely Explored
In An Instant
Life And
The Whole Existence
Extinct, Delete
Fallen To The
Meteor Being
Being More Than
Just Flaming Malphite
Or Space Rock Blowin
Up, Up Inflames
Charred Brains
In A Daze
What The ****
Just Happened
Oh, Be Truely Amazed.
Trails Aflame
Dames Turned Into Dust
As Well As The Dams
Within A Damp
Pocket Of Air Formed By
H2o
Are What Is Left Into A Gas
Like The Soul Was Struck
Combined And Tucked
Till Nature Erupts
Again, Again
Influx
Blown Up By
The Meteors Rush.
I
I
I
I
I
I
I
I
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Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 1:11 PM UTC
As I tiptoe past her door
In that room, in that bed
My darling sleeps.
The thought of her touch,
Her kiss, inflames my body
Like the taste of Spanish wine.
I open the forbidden door,
The hot musky aroma of a woman
Fills my senses and mind.
I look at her,
She is stretching her body
Like a lioness on the plain.
My breath catches, she sight,
Every movement she makes
Is poetry in motion.
The light from a lamp
Sparkles from her hair,
A river cascading around her face.
The movement of her hips
Like a moth to a flame,
Draws me lustfully towards her.
Oct 15, 2013
Oct 15, 2013 at 11:47 AM UTC
*oh my darling
i eat your belly
i love it so
it taste like jelly
you **** my ****
it feels so good
i eat your ***
like i should
your toes are sweet
i kiss you and cry
im going to **** you
and watch you die
open up
i make a cut
you smile big
say im a ****
i burn your *******
oh daddy please
that hurty good
what a tease
wants the knife
in her tummy
i stick it in hard
its not funny
i cut her mouth
with a razor blade
she loves my ****
says got it made
burn me beat me
all night long
**** me dead daddy
ill sing a song
i love your ****
and die to be dead
break me crush me
like you said
oh there goes my rib cage
broken to bits
more drugs please
and chew off my ****
do you like girl toes
aren't they pretty
cut them off please
oh its a pity
oh not to worry
soon ill be dead
with that stare
laying in bed
oh i bleed pretty
you cut off my toes
hurt my face
please brake my nose
hit me hard
in the head
rattle my brains
give me a med
now **** me **** me
ow its good
you promised fire
burn me like wood
light me up
i want to dance
to sway like Kali
watch me prance
oh i samba
shake my ***
love you so
i roll in glass
**** me **** me
so very soon
i want to burn
like a fiery moon
your **** is god
i cant get enough
**** me daddy
show me your stuff
oh you grin
bleeding and broken
says it was fun
please make me smokin
its that time my love
heres the fluid
put the lighter to you
she inflames like a druid
she screams she howls
she burns in hell
***
shes beginning to smell
i jump on your body
cause it seems insane
you push me off
and scream i love the pain
and you go oooww aaahh ooow
mmmm burn burn burn
im embers now honey
cooked to a turn
i suffered so much
oh i scowled and cried
did you love it baby
did you like that i died
i did it for you
to feel your sweet love
so you'd adore me forever
and now im above
i cant come back
got no where to land
remember me always
my body is sand
no baby no baby
your face is a mess
i **** your ashes
and love you no less
there you lie
a hideous beauty
i eat your powder
your still a cu-tie*
Jul 1, 2016
Jul 1, 2016 at 12:05 PM UTC
*i hate the smell of the alcohol
because it inflames my throat
as it passes through my lungs
and run out of breath
i hate the smell of your scent
because it aches my head
as memories come back
and lose control
i hate the smell of the cigarette
you used to drag off
when you were nervous
distressed and upset
i am that lungs
you promised to keep
but now why are you
impulsively killing me?*
May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 2:17 AM UTC