Quotes about searing, page 7
Sunset of our Life
The sunset of our life
is still brilliantly ablaze
just as the Autumns foliage glistens
amidst it's frosted, sun-drenched glaze
No fading, timid emotions
for passion still rages within
ever longing for a sensual being
to lay beside wanting skin
Cooling embers of age
are naïve as youthful lust
crying hands held back tears
of loves we felt unjust
Reluctantly we concede to time
in attempt to suffocate want
searing pain, silently screams
knowing only loneliness and it's taunt
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poem by Tim Labbe
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Regret
It's not for laws I've broken
That bitter tears I've wept,
But solemn vows I've spoken
And promises unkept;
It's not for sins committed
My heart is full of rue,
but gentle acts omitted,
Kind deeds I did not do.
I have outlived the blindness,
The selfishness of youth;
The canker of unkindness,
The cruelty of truth;
The searing hurt of rudeness . . .
By mercies great and small,
I've come to reckon goodness
The greatest gift of all.
Let us be helpful ever
to those who are in need,
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poem by Robert William Service
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In the Days of the Golden Rod
Across the meadow in brooding shadow
I walk to drink of the autumn's wine
The charm of story, the artist's glory,
To-day on these silvering hills is mine;
On height, in hollow, where'er I follow,
By mellow hillside and searing sod,
Its plumes uplifting, in light winds drifting,
I see the glimmer of golden-rod.
In this latest comer the vanished summer
Has left its sunshine the world to cheer,
And bids us remember in late September
What beauty mates with the passing year.
The days that are fleetest are still the sweetest,
And life is near to the heart of God,
And the peace of heaven to earth is given
In this wonderful time of the golden-rod.
poem by Lucy Maud Montgomery
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Love lost?
Tender love, lost,
lost in time,
lost in translation,
lost with little hope
of ever being recovered.
Memories, all that remains
of what was and could have been...
Age, fading these memories
as the sands of time
fall through our brittle fingers.
Hatred, pain and loathing,
Hatred for letting ourselves get hurt,
Pain from the searing depression
That fills us like a box or razors,
loathing for not trying harder.
Hope, hoping that she finds happiness,
hoping she thinks about you fondly,
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poem by James Bateman
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Soul Singing
These lips parted at first look at you
painted red and awestruck
they felt the hot breeze of my lungs exhaling.
These lips murmured incoherently
sunk by small talk
halting quiverings and my feverish brain
frying;
their first butterfly brush with that mouth of yours
an electric spark surging across the bridge and gap between us;
too close for retreat not yet touched.
My mouth opens shyly
lips searing
the two now shocked by the moistness of it
the warmth
the urgency
the need
the fire and desire
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poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Come Dance With Me
A wing flutters and my heart is light
Come the music, sensual, pure delight
The evening warms with magnolia sweet
Your arms open wide, my body to greet
Out of the depths, music is salvation to me
Pour upon flesh, awaken wild spirit with energy
A frenetic movement raises my body's calm
My feet enthuse, driving with worthy alarm
Place your hand in mine, hold this racing feel
Entwined in a symphony where life is unreel
Tempo swells inside to a searing pitch
A chord is presented and happiness seems rich
Melt beside me, let music evolve in time
Where skin is encased by volcanic rhyme
Music is silent, two heartbeats in the dark
You are my music, your dance left its mark
poem by Maria Guzvic
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Dune's Confrontation
Within the fold
of my cowl. Fragile eyesight
is shielded to the sun searing heat.
From the bleached sands
of the ever shifting dunes.
Scanning 'cross the beckoning
mysterious landscape
so silent, veiled sirens
seductively whisper.
Challenge to conquer that
ever changing panorama.
In the sand at my sandals.
Must I retrieve,
that gauntlet flung by
non stop firey zephyrs?
Surely to decline
would justify mortality's
failings.
In the eyes of cynical deities,
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poem by Kurt Hearth
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Fire And Smoke
Fire And Smoke
red as searing hot
the flames of desire
fanned by yesterdays thoughts
' collected visions, relived investments '
gone realities in burned debris
beginnings born from empty arms
stirred the fire as ashes waft
warmth friction sparks blazes high
broken branches are bodies spent
gratefully torched the flame subsides
resistant coals of burnished red
reminisce the temperature of last nights fire
spent fire works lay cold and damp
fragments used now used up
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poem by Myrtle Thomas
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Poltergeist
Jutting in the brain is mayhem, collapse and breakdown
Of remembered material, of past offences you doubt.
Policies are rare and stupid on the issues of concern,
Ones to do with diabolical agony, demonic cadavers
And other horrific incidents we do not name.
The body collected dust and bacteria, it was a victim of murder,
And what collected became nothing, it was just awful!
Decaying corpses shall never enter Hell when ghosts sign on,
The poltergeist works in wonderfully anarchic customs -
Tearing and terrifying, searing with heat, lifting its presence
With care, and demolishing eyes of the beholder.
It defies your life, sucks the blood of your inner arteries and veins,
And eventually you die in the guilty state.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Child Of The Shadows
Be brave, my soul, be grounded at my center,
When all the world comes calling at my door;
I stand if only courage is my mentor,
In letting go of all I struggled for.
Be sweet, my dreams, the waking day deserts me,
My prayers fall down unanswered from the sky;
Fond reverie returns to haunt and hurt me,
My hindsight crawls, as fleeting chances fly.
Be sanctuary, my home, though still and empty,
Silence the angry thoughts searing my head;
Let lie, unopened, letters friends have sent me,
With rag dolls staring from her empty bed.
She is a picture now, and two dimensions
Allow no contact more than smiling eyes.
All art and music are but dull pretensions
While plastic sunlight lights her paper skies.
poem by Summer Sandercox
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