Quotes about searing, page 5
Stark
All matter and existence
build from the concept of quark
Stark
Everything you need for life
Fits on one Arc
Stark
A misty graveyard with just
the song of the Lark
Stark
The raving madness that takes hold
and makes you bark
Stark
The cutting bluntness
of a succinct remark
Stark
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poem by Stevie Taite
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Voice
And I lay still and snow dust
is burning my skin.
Snow dust is burning to me,
burning never burning out
Orange
Orange
a grey moon.
And I am becoming strings
strings of violas
guitars
violoncellos;
Strings of all
string instruments
when they are searing me
starting to sear me
like orange
like orange
and before I become
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poem by Afrodita Nikolova
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Sealed
Within the seal, a captured mirage
I am excused to miss you
Within this sealed tomb, shy from light
I am sure it is safe to love you
In the interim I lay feigned trust in the seal
Nay you seep out like sand through fingers
A breeze sees you reach every waking hour
Dusting my heart with brown sugar
The desert in some sense a serene landscape
But thirst and searing heat sharpens the opposing blade
I walk in the desert day after day
Until I can once again set you free from your tomb.
poem by Stevie Taite
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Awakens
Awakens
Memories......
that linger on in shadows of thought
Dusty illusions caught in a web of desire
Pushed back
and dwarfed by darkness
With but one kiss
forever burns and ignites
these words that I write
Longings wantonly hidden
With but one kiss
Passion flames arise
with searing tears
and I was moved
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poem by JoJo Bean
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Espinada (Love Poem)
You lie in bed and close your eyes,
Your heart beats fast as you fantasise,
The restless feelings deep inside begin,
Hot as his fingers trace across your skin,
Over the hills and valleys his magic touch,
That exquisite burning fire you love so much,
Lips taste your passion wet musk perfume,
The urgent coaxing of the flower to bloom,
You lust on fire for him to take you over,
Thrust deep and bring you - oh so clever,
The thorns of pleasure - searing height,
As two are one and perfect is the night.
poem by Ian Beckett
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We are Never Alone
Regal flowers show their true nature
Audience with the king is sacred
Just as I am is paramount
Refined by stars and searing light
Pruned in the garden of fire
What is love without dharma earth?
Pillars of a city scalded in tears
The sky clasps the sweet bride
Wait in robes white and tried
New wine from the immortal vine
Serene morning shines with hope
The sun is gracious like a well
We journey refreshed by the river
Naked hearts pine for the light
Gentleness fortified with joy
We are never alone
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Forbidden Lust
FORBIDDEN LUST
BY: KathrynO.
Searing glances from across the room
I can feel the heat as I dance to a tune
Eyes so intense they seem to glow
He’s taking me home, that I know
Our passion will burn all thru the night
Taking us both to the edge of daylight
His kiss will be fierce, it makes me shiver
His hands will be strong, he’ll make me quiver
Lust for a stranger, a fanatical delight
I knew what I wanted at first sight
What we do must never be shared
For part of the thrill, is taking the dare
poem by Kathryn BecknerOssman
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The Ocean
I sat on the rock
And looked longingly at the vast ocean
My eyes full of tears
Of sorrow that was undiscerned
The ocean noticed it though
It sensed my hurt and searing pain
Tears it could not hold
Were wildly splashed hard against the rocks
The ocean shares our feelings
It hears our shouts and painful cries
Waves are being used as response and
When the ocean is sad, it even sighs.
I really appreciate its presence
For it is always there for us
To let out our pent-up feelings
And there our sorrows pass.
poem by astaldo ELVEN
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He Walks Into My Night
He walks into my night
with a manful stride.
I watch in fascination
which I try to hide.
He stares and finds
my eyes on him
and now the pretense
does begin.
He approaches slowly
and then he smiles.
I shrink like a violet
and all the while
my heart is beating
a syncopated beat.
My face is flushed
with searing heat.
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poem by Edwina Reizer
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Useful Life
A useful life begins at the home of life,
In the deeds of men are soldiers who learn;
To learn is godly, much too much,
Searing heat has been launched on us.
Homes sing so merrily due to pleasure,
And travelling from the country of worth
Enjoys itself and all its memories.
Gloom and sorrow are the special qualities
Too many in number, there are too many!
Life begins at home as if charity,
The length of coping is required.
More than this time there stands a riddle
So engaging and cruel that we are not useful.
poem by Naveed Akram
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