"scorcher" poems
We're at the point of almost melting
Hellish heatwave is most sweltering
All of us getting an absolute baking
Thermostats are all upwardly rising
Abundant solar activity is happening
Skin on our faces akin to pork crackling
Copious amount of water we're drinking
Our sweaty brows are in need of mopping
Relief from the heat we're always seeking
Cool locales like long verandah shading
Hades is where us folks are now dwelling
Endless hours of excessively high temperatures
Reductions in these would be such a pleasure
Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 7:06 PM UTC
I deal in Ultimatums
I am the Scorcher of the Sky
By any other name God
My Dreams sway the movement of the People
Crowned Eternal for all to See
In My right hand , the World
My left, Reality
I conquered the saviors of the People
I've fed on the Blood of Sin's Virginity
I gave them fire and Greed
then showed them how to deconstruct the Seas
these Sacrificial heads roll just for me
I am the Sultan of the Sand
from me Spawned the most decadent brand
bombs and ticks, clocks and rickets
are merely the Product of my Seed
I made the Sun weep blood
I made the Stars shine in ecstasy
I built upon Avalon
I broke the Roman Siege
no Empire on this Earth will stand against me
creation and destruction is my creed
I Am Ego
Bow Before Me
Oct 20, 2010
Oct 20, 2010 at 8:26 PM UTC
Tickle torture,
Pillow fight,
Midnight scorcher,
Summer night.
Lighting bugs,
Croaking frogs,
Loving hugs,
Burning logs.
Scary stories,
Nervous laughter,
Starry glories,
Shortly after.
Heaven's floor,
Billion lights,
Living for,
Summer nights.
Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 2:04 AM UTC
SUMMER
stinking hot weather
no respite from the scorcher
toasting everything
AUTUMN/FALL
the Maple branches
dressed in copper tones
during those March days
WINTER
bitter cold winds blow
o'er the mountain landscape
cruelly they do bite
SPRING
lambkins by the score
born in spring a time of year
where new life begins
Nov 3, 2013
Nov 3, 2013 at 5:23 PM UTC
Knives aren't meant for playing
Hands aren't meant for hitting
But tonight I have no limits
If pain was a person then I'd be its scorcher
Put flames in my veins I consent to this torture
Beat me if you want, it'll take much for me to cry
I'll show my enjoyment, I have no reason to lie
Never been scared of blood
That's including my own
And they'll never know I'm addicted
I lock the door to my room
Just me and all my weapons of choice
They give me love so good that I lose my voice
~Corona Harris~
Mar 5, 2016
Mar 5, 2016 at 5:47 PM UTC
Acting like an accident waiting to happen.
They unprotected me and left me for dead while I was napping.
Torchered by their lies.
I can see through their hip disguise.
Again they act like the lying cheats they are.
It is to bad they have beaten up old car.
Trying to help them act to torcher.
In the heat another scorcher.
For *** lies, and video tape.
They can go on “Gilbert’s” grape.
My neighbors lie and so they act self righteous.
Then they then act to destroy my life with no bias.
No one will help.
I am here alone with the enemy about to melt.
That is all I can say.
Maybe one day they will pay!
Oct 1, 2018
Oct 1, 2018 at 3:34 PM UTC
I gave him eighteen years, thousands in gas money, and more music than he deserved, and all I got in return was a subscription to Fox News– which, by the way, is a complete ******** “thank you” gift because you can fool yourself into believing anything.
"You know what's going to happen tomorrow? Rain!" when in fact I'm certain its going to be a scorcher.
He sits bedside, making horrible jokes and bringing up remember-that-times. When will he ever pay the rent? Even though he doesn’t sleep here– he never sleeps– he should at least pay me in something other than beheading-dreams. And in the shower we review ****** flaws, and in the mirror we recount all the mean things I ever said or did to him for being such an insufferable *******
“Stop it.”
He looks uncomfortable, not as sure of himself. He ponders what I meant for a while, opens his mouth to rebut and gets another stop it.
“Stop it. Get a job.” Because he contributes nothing.
“But you should…”
“Stop it. Get a job, because all I’m gaining from us right now is a bunch of lies. Quit watching Fox News.”
“Listen here, ******
“Stop it. Get a job. Quit watching Fox News.” And he leaves for a couple hours.
He knocks.
“Stop it.”
The knocking stops.
Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 12:34 AM UTC
I tried crawling out mind
Eyes following the morning wrens
But that ****** screaming
They are so cheerful, hopping along the fence
Why are thoughts so loud today?
Run to the shade little birds, today's a scorcher
Heat stroke, but its only May!
Scatter now, fly away with any tune.
A cool glass of water, I do feel better.
Sing away, 10 wings flutter, the harmony
Something still doesn't seem quite right.
Shadows in the wind, feathered friends.
May 1, 2017
May 1, 2017 at 11:54 PM UTC
scorcher
irreverent
cocky
fire *******
such luminosity
defying expectations
suscitavit a canibus
they dominated you
feral pack
left you no scraps
rescued
via one
whom recused
not up to the task
cannot fill in the gaps
teach you the facts
but some teachers trespass
broke free from their fold
swallowed them whole
insoluble
intolerable
Yet such luminosity
Wit
Generosity
Unfiltered
curiosity
Deprived of the basics
A need to know basis
Survival instinct
Relationships
Extinct
In some fashion
An artists
Rendition
Creative spark
Nuclear fission
Compassionate
Empathetic
For all you will listen
Except for yourself
A struggle
Willful prohibition
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 10:55 PM UTC
so effing hot today
my skin melting
fat crackling
muscles sizzling
flesh evaporating
bones cracking
skeleton crumbling
burning down
to glowing embers
even my ashes echoing
lamenting the heat
Sep 24, 2018
Sep 24, 2018 at 10:42 PM UTC
I dare not
look at god's scintillating
scorcher of an eye
only the bold would walk forward into hell
concrete callings
beckon to the place where
at least the prince knows
the blood is on your hands
fire take me now
no one could teach me to
see the devil for what he is
smoke wheels manifest from the
fog oozing from the
forsaken ground of
crying corpses
I am lost, I am lost
in the month of hollow hearts
if I close my eyes
I see the shard of heaven in your chest
don't dare look away
I have always killed for you
Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 11:36 AM UTC
I wish I could navigate the minefield of my mind
Its corners dark and undefined.
One step too far, it all explodes
It explodes, my being erodes.
I walk through slowly with a hopeful face
Behind me, anxiety soon gives chase.
Anxiety stabs me, sanity's scorcher
And as I weep, I'm ****** to self torture.
Cut in the heart by worries future to past
I'm paralyzed to think this day is my last.
I break the mirror, shouting at my appearance
Meandering in camouflage is my only clearance.
I'm comforted by brief moments of peace
But it's back to the minefield as those cease.
I sit and smile as I amputate
In this personal hell I create.
And I shudder to think of an eternity bound
To this forsaken battleground.
Aug 7, 2018
Aug 7, 2018 at 12:33 AM UTC
When a newborn comes around,
Or someone is having troubles,
They say:
Welcome to reality
Well, here's a wake-up to reality
Look around: You proud of our Earth?
A decade ago, cowboys used to roam on horseback,
And put up with the heat
Now they wipe the sweat off of their brows,
Aussie blokes say, "Boy, today's a scorcher"
Wanna know why?
Coz we're all blinded by greed and laziness
Too lazy to invest in a car
That doesn't heat up the Earth
Too blinded by pretentious leadership
Where politicians know the facts, but do **** all
Ever seen the pollution cloud above Mexico City?
It's ****** disgusting
What are we doing to our world
We only have one, one chance
One hope to not **** up,
Wipe ourselves out
In our own vile gases
Yet look around
Too corrupt to care,
Too lazy to do anything
Blinded by falsities
As we choke on the fumes
Of mankind's stupidity
Welcome to reality
Welcome to the Wastelands
Nov 28, 2015
Nov 28, 2015 at 5:43 AM UTC
When I am with you, you shall find
I undoubtably lose my mind
I hate my life, I thrash, you sneer
You do this to me every year!
The pain is like a tearing scorcher
You subject me to such deadly torture
I will not stand it. I cannot.
I must not get another shot.
Dec 24, 2018
Dec 24, 2018 at 2:49 AM UTC
Feeling a tightened crush to your veins
Feeling a drop of happiness fall from your wish
Knowing if you look down, your heart will be in chains
And hearing the tension inside my mind if I listen
Feeling anger rise from your blood
Feeling a shake in resisting thoughts
Knowing your tears hit the floor into a flood
And sensing a confusion that is stuck in knots
Feeling the darkened soothing torture
Feeling as if nothing could be a fix
Knowing the flames hurt your feelings like a scorcher
And all the emotions that come with time is a trick
Mar 8, 2017
Mar 8, 2017 at 11:20 AM UTC
(whistle).. chirp chirp,
I know the night has slipped away-
when i hear the birds words.
the room starts to illuminate-
the windows curtains, don't work.
i'm not ready for the suns harsh rays-
seeking darkness, the light hurts.
but a selfish horus starts his day-
the jays and i, suffer.
silently, not once a **** apology-
with no remorse, the birds burn.
Always found it kinda funny, we assume birds are always singing-
melodies of fresh starts, new hope.
At dawn a roosters caw, signals new beginnings,
sounds more like they're hung from rope.
Maybe the cardinals hate the light, maybe they are screaming?
when that fireball in the sky flaunts his glow
maybe the ravens hope they are but dreaming,
Or maybe this time it won't show.
Can't wake up from this nightmare,
vulture-
yes, this is all real.
sometimes the heat just can't be bared,
torture-
i know just how you feel.
it can be easy to get scared,
scorcher-
sometimes you cannot deal.
so yell to the demon in the air,
forger-
one day he may just kneel.
Gather the eagles, gather the hawks-
riot! revolution!
act against the evil, no time for squawk-
find it, resolution.
gather on the steeple, form solid as rock-
binded, may confuse him.
together you are lethal, invincible, this flock-
fly high.
retribution
-bb
Aug 25, 2017
Aug 25, 2017 at 6:00 AM UTC
driving nevada 562
passing sunset park
the air is a scorcher.
desert mountains surround
this dusted valley.
your radio plays AM stations
in your old '46
as the motor roars and my hair
blows wild in the wind.
similar to when you raised me,
but now twice my old age.
the air is a scorcher
and I'll be here only two days.
I put my head on your shoulder
and you tell me we turned the wrong way.
my protector, you've seen me grow -
"but for the grace of God, there go I."
Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 8:43 AM UTC
Where I met allure
she was my craft inured
that round my futon
when her neck was born
ready her an all nighter
with vita relinquished
uproariously keen in swelter
but really resurrected platitude
a scorcher for sure
and dreams whetted with desire
while attire was crumpling
here round my dumpling
the weather most attested her rap
that I'd relish her bare
much than sympathy again
always tile her spree.
Mar 29, 2017
Mar 29, 2017 at 7:43 AM UTC
Fleeting flashes, crashes, of a desperate end
entwined into the fibers of my mind, the essence
of my blood, of my mere
being.
Tiles blinding, the grin of a mindless maniac
upon the greedy grasp of the grim death,
yanked into the oblivion
of eternity.
Melted crystals, flowing, bubbling, calling my
name, so attractive, a sultry dessert, in a way
a sweet ending to a melancholy
before.
Take a chance, dip a foot, gamble with fate
a sea of possibilities it is not, in the end
of the day, it is a pocket within it
a knife.
Fabric as satin to a human's touch, the feel of basking in
the brightness and hotness of the scorcher, but I ask
how, then, could the silky smooth, upon the call,
unveil a thing so sharp, morbidly used?
The graveness and grim of a place quite dimly lit
the pallor of the pretty porcelain stark against
the ripples of transparent silk afloat;
inviting.
The satiny tub awaits so patient and kind
as the river's waves morbidly sharp sway
me into a merry wager, hand the despair
for a shiny-wrapped contraire, attractive.
Perhaps shall I dare for a taste, the thrill
but before, slimy tendrils curl around me
limbs encircled in a ruse of freedom.
How could I be a fool, enough to believe then
allow myself to fall into a bush of these
luscious roses, rusted, singed petals and
daggers for thorns underneath the surface
of a sublime promise and statuesque?
And thus I drown, and drown, and drown,
into a stormy ocean full of prickly briers
and as time crosses into the realm of
nothingness, vacuum, the truth sinks in;
the emptiness spans endlessly, and I will
forever float, eternally exist, nowhere else, only in the screaming white,
alone.
Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 7:31 AM UTC
My soul is blistering
I'm tired of going down this road
I feel like I am filled with nitroglycerine
And I am about to explode
I am so filled with hate
I'm an angel that fell
I am ready to face my fate
Drag me to hell
Flay my skin
Cut my from within
I want to be able to feel
My skin as it peels
Let me experience the fiery scorcher
My screams you will conjure
With the sick and twisted torture
My soul you will conquer
I want pain you can not measure
Blended in with pleasure
I want to explorer
Ever single horror
I want pain in every nerve
Because this is what I deserve
**** me time and time again
Make me say Amen
Dec 21, 2016
Dec 21, 2016 at 8:26 AM UTC
A hundred and seventeen by day
Cools to ninety overnight
No relief but the shower stall.
Humidity at sixty-five
Mixed with sweat for a nasty soup.
Cold water from the tap is warm.
The shade no cooler than the sun.
Trapped in Air Conditioned caves,
It’s hunker down and find a way
To forge a path though ninety days.
Why does anybody even try
To live in this forsaken place.
Bcause it’s lovely in the Winter.
The gorgeous skies are like no other
With clouds that tumble into billows
Of fantastic size and shape.
The Craggy mountains circle round
In jagged homage to the sky,
And sunrise is excelled by none.
In March wildflowers explode in bloom.
Along the streets and in the fields
Where little bunnies hide in bushes.
And tiny lizards scurry by.
The air is clean and brisk and new
And snowbirds make their yearly trek
Infusing new and different views.
That’s the Yang to scorching Yin
That keeps us here, content to be.
ljm
Sep 12, 2019
Sep 12, 2019 at 8:59 AM UTC
The land where I sleep, is the land where I weep
The sounds in my dreams are blood-chilling screams
When I take a snooze, all the goblins and ghouls
Seek out and find my tired haunted mind.
They drive me insane, assaulting my brain
Night after night I'm scared outta my *****
I can never unwind they have twisted with my mind
I try to stay awake for sanity’s sake.
For those wild-eyed horrors are the most evil explorers
Sent from the devil and told to dishevel
Any semblance of normality with the upmost brutality
And leave me in a heap, so afraid of sleep.
I know who to blame, I can tell you his name
And creature quite charming making deals so harming
I sold my soul to Beelzebub, a drunken bet in a pub
I didn’t ask for a lot, just a shiny new yacht.
Well I got my bright vessel but for my soul I must wrestle
When I catch forty winks, The Dark Lord he thinks:
Let’s go play in his head, make him wish he was dead,
And the gamble regret, praying instead for death
Like a poor mouse that, is caught by the cat
I know that I'm trapped but my mind has not snapped
I hear hell is a scorcher so after all of the torture
It’ll be straight down below for eternity I’ll go.
Nightmares I can dismiss, as well as eternity in the abyss
Because He’s done worse already; my boat is moored in a jetty
If you should happen to see it, you will exclaim ‘HOLY ****
Oh Satan you’re an awful fellow, that yacht is a most horrible yellow’.
Jun 20, 2020
Jun 20, 2020 at 3:44 AM UTC