Quotes about searing, page 3
Free To Vision Dream
I am free to vision dream
my empowering dreams
no prison bars locks can ever
constrain contain confine me.
I dreamed my dreams
with an inborn innate art
animating an arising amazing
insight possessed grasped within.
I am often astounded
with wonder awe inspired feelings
wonderment joy a pure searing
love captivates my enchanted soul.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Fire And Brimstone
Fire and brimstone exploding around me
Fire Searing the skin off me
Cutting into my skin, I feel this pain from within
Releasing as I go about bleeding
Pouring forth from my skin a deep impression of your sin
Contempt built from this pillar of ecstasy
Finally buried under these waves of fire
A final front I let down as I fall inside of this ground
poem by Brenos Spider
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Fragilities (example 1)
A work weary father smiles
waiting for a train-
kicking away coldness
with warm thoughts of love.
Split second later
side searing pain
skin separated by the cool,
indifferent, reflecting blade.
Blood flows and spills-
filling the cold concrete cracks.
His eyes resisting silent dark
view becoming confusing.
His two children kiss mother goodnight.
poem by Not Long Left
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The Naiad
The sea swallows the maiden whole
With a wistful smile on her face
Both corybantic and tranquil
She is stuck in a dark place
Her heart is frozen cold
But burns with a searing fire
Her eyes stare into empty air
And dream of dark desire
The ocean refuses to drown her
Her state is too raw
Instead it gently holds her close
And in the sea she willingly does fall
poem by Lenore Lee
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Catching Moths and Butterflies Together!
His muscular moonlit body
Caresses her; warm, milky, skin.
Flex's taut - masculinity
Over; every pore therein.
For his embraces, she shivers
Pining's -searing for petals
Whose moth-winged, wing cudgels
Dare to break err the watery film.
Oh cocooned, delirium!
Where avalanches, crescendo…
'Join forces in a tandem.
Catching moths and butterflies
Together - Whatnot the day-glow
Forever'...
poem by Mark Heathcote
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Crucified Seraphim
Excoriate your garish light
I belong to the crimson sun
Thank you and I apologize
For giving you apt wings
In an unsolicited riposte
Now, I'm letting go of the strings
Back to my cranial dome
Nibbling on a ravine of fear
Ubiquitously searing
Adhering to my struggles
Without banisters or pillars
As you vaguely conceal
Your lustrous wings
In a conceited vying
Do no crucify yourself,
Fallen seraphim.
poem by Norman Santos
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Pawned Hearts
A mazy rat-race razed
In the dog-strut highways
Shearing the haze
Billowing in the head
Now haplessly astray
Beneath a downtrodden parasol
So you held the lever tight
Braving the daunting height
Of the searing defeat
Gnarled fists above
The pounding in the chest
Where the heart shatters
And the serrations slices
The vacant chambers to bleed
Enthralled in the logic
That was pawned for
A heart,
With no avail.
poem by Norman Santos
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The Other Way Around?
you smell like war,
like gunpowder,
flesh searing screams.
i smell like grieving,
like ashes, and
dirt on the shovel.
you sound like hunger,
and homelessness,
and vomit stained lips.
i sound like the soup
that simmers, like the
blanket wrapped...
you taste like bitterness,
the lonliness of alone.
i taste like the hand that fits,
the shadow of the body near...
or am i wrong?
could it be the other way around?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Heterosexuality
Were you ready for a virginity test
to cross the umbrella of harpoons.
A chilled moon
will welcome you after slaying
the hot sun in the valley
of gods. A schism scoops
ignominy. Seeing the lights
which were not there. Almost
sexy, the sky pretends to unrobe.
No weeping. A Caucasian brings
red grapes for a naming
ceremony of black password,
searing the age of complicity.
A rocket propelled grenade
is going to blast a whisper.
poem by Satish Verma
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Faces
You go for a daily ritual
to water a passion tree;
for greasy palms of petals of
lewd figures.
Always had a goddess
in young days,
now you are trying to find an
erogenous zone in searing heat.
It ia not raining. The impact of
instant romanticism. The past
throws the virtue in vain. Terror
had been benevolent.
The beasts and flowers, endless
friendship of strippers. The holes
are widening in the sky asking
for the blasts to go for ever.
poem by Satish Verma
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