Poetry: Free Verse – “Woman On Fire” #amwriting #poetry


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Animosity conspires within her belly, 

Her reactions fast, lightening sparks. 

She stalks through corridors and hallways,
Blood boiling, melting inner warmth of heart. 

No one speak of  what’s right or the truth.

The bottom line — what is right or true, 

Meant nothing when they used her. 

And the fire flits through her system, 

She’s wants to burn the world down, 

What made a gentle song bird, claw back viciously? 

The wrath of Maleficante, innocence stolen. 

Now, the swagger of her hips, 

Is a femme fatele arising, 

Wingspan of dragon, breathing flames of fire. 

Beating down the masses, burning pyres, 

Magnificent rage multiplying. 

Try to stop her, it’s in her being now. 

Her heart is blazing flare of woe. 

Be watchful and be wary, 

Someone, something, hurt her fiendishly —

A soft woman breaks most brutally, 

When her inner demons burn in wrath.  

She’s diligent and mean — so lost, 

All her love sprung and fled. 

Appears as if she should be wimpering, 

But when she talks her words scorch

Heavy smoke will make you cough and choke, 

It’s a dense whirling mass, 

That sends ruthless cowards to their knees. 

Before fire can blister and raze you, 

The smoke will leave you dying, 

No breath of life in her has forgiven. 

Don’t hurt a soft smart woman, 

She’s most dangerous;

Because when her dams break open, 

All hell leaks forth. 

Demon woman, betting on retribution, 

No absolution, no temperance, 

They’ve flown away, murdered by spite. 

A reckless beauty in pink, with pearls, 

Diamonds changed for rubies, tinder red glare. 

Her price for life is costly, 

Sparked by a wreckless cause, 

Anger building, layer open layer molds. 

She’s become the wretched clouds, 

Above the Valcono seething. 

And sulphuric rain’s in her power, 

No water to save and cool you, 

From a dragons lair or breathe of flame. 

Another way to die —

 Like she dies inside, daily,

Consumed by all her hatred;

Marked by vengeful ire. 

She’s become her indignation, 

She’s fury and resentment. 

A witches pot brewing, 

Antagonism, tears, and vexation. 

She will set afire and raze her foe. 

Dangerous and furious words, 

Melting magma from stones. 

She burns inside, and all that’s left —

Ashes killing, if exhaled. 

Dust she compresses, from the barren world, 

Her flame, herself broken once too often.

Wretched soft woman, 

Destroying the world and herself.

That’s why kind gentle women, 

Should never be screwed with, 

Once destroyed —

They bring the world down with them. 

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Poem: Rondel – ” Thoughts too Deep” #wordhighjuly #poetry



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Contemplate and speculate, 

Absorbed in careful thoughts explore.

Searching within, why am I torn?

Decisions difficult await.

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I’m no philosopher ruminating,

Wonder without, within my core.

Contemplate and speculate.

Absorbed in careful thoughts explore.

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Thinking, wears one out, unsated, 

Answers true or some folklore.

Scientific explanation, something more?

Faith and the heart have their say made.

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Contemplate and speculate 

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What is wrong and what is done right?

Consumed by such thoughts of inner voice.

The problem: always, forever, having choice

Sometimes the wish to never think fights.

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Float away, grace whirlpool, without sight.

Easier to be blind than make your choice.

What is wrong and what is done right?

Consumed by such thoughts of inner voice.

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Is there strength in your heart, might? 

Or do you follow whoever’s voice? 

Let others think for you, make choices.

Choosing right, requires foresight.

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What is wrong and what is done right? 

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Maydays: Poem-Free Verse – “Burning Him Down” #Maydays #amwriting



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Thank you to K.L. Caley of new2writing for hosting #Maydays prompts. This prompt has to do with fire or anything relating to fire.

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He peeks at her below a baseball hat,

He’s plays with a match; he doesn’t even —

Realize he’s heading for the flames and —

He’ll be consumed by an inferno fast.

Her lips are scarlet sin, and she is —

Sucking back her whiskey; burning down —

Her soft white throat, it smokes and his gaze means–

He’s buying her next round, with Diet Coke.

Her eyes are amber flashes, synging with —

Coal black and thickened eyelashes; she is —

Fluttering at him; sulphurous voice sings.

Dissolving smoke; she’ll set fire rational.

(Any he had) until he’s choking ashy smoke —

Second -hand; a dangerous demon, 

Sitting on his knee; his fantasy he —

Inhales and she’s blackening his weak heart.

She’s burning through his defence and he is–

Lusting for her skin; white ash torching within, 

He’s never going to win; she’s hell —

Burning him for sin; passion ignited, 

A red lighter starts the desire smoking.

She’ll go through him; like cigarettes lit, 

Feeding her ire, her desire; he’s on trial.

Pointed heels lost, fire engine red toes peek, 

He worships at her feet, and she consumes him.

She stands flames enveloping her; within her.

Enthralling curves and eyes seeing inside him, 

Thawing out the cold; she’ll burn him down.

Raging inferno of heat, flames will kill him.

A pile of ashes she leaves in his stead.

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NaPoWriMo: Poem – Book Spine Poem – “Love Game” 


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And now for our (optional) prompt! I know yesterday’s was a hard one for many of you, although I also was also very touched by the vulnerability and bravery displayed in your poems! But today’s prompt should be a little bit less emotionally involving — a nice chaser for yesterday. Today’s prompt comes to us from Lillian Hallberg. She challenges us to write a “book spine” poem. This involves taking a look at your bookshelves, and writing down titles in order (or rearranging the titles) to create a poem. Some fun images of book spine poems can be found here. If you want to take things a step further, Lillian suggests gathering a list of titles from your shelves (every third or fifth book, perhaps, if you have a lot) and using the titles, as close to the originals as possible, to create a poem that is seeded throughout with your own lines, interjections, and thoughts. Happy writing!

For more information please see NaPoWriMo on their home site. 

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It is said you are The Shadow, and I can’t be One with You. 

But you’ve lead me On My Knees, Into The Fire,

And  now I’ve burned on through.

There is a Bridge but you won’t cross it, 

You’d rather see my Beautiful Burn,

If you truly saw, you’d see in flame;

You’re my Beautiful Oblivion.

 I’m a Beautiful Sacrifice and there is no such thing,

As a Beautiful Redemption for me but a redemption in you, 

You say this is Last Call and I’m Mai Tai’d Up; 

I Caught my fingers on a Rusty Nailed door,

And you promised to be a WallBanger, 

But you laugh at ‘the mouth’ on me.

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Accelerated away you and a crash left me Screwed.

I jumped free falling and ended —

Broken, Twisted, Damaged, and Shattered.

I knew you would try to save me, 

Though we’re both dearly Flawed.

It doesn’t matter I’m Addicted to you, 

Even though you leave my heart Exposed,

What kind of Love Game is this? 

You can’t say you Claimed me; I’m not a piece of land.

This is Hard Love; my soul is Slashed,

Yet I’m lying here Sunkissed by your hands.

Lies you’ll hear, that you’re a Torture to Her Soul (my soul).

You Make Me complete, except when you’re ice cold to my face.

You say Let Me In but you mean Live For Me.

Where am I in us? Are you Meant for Me?

Do you Breathe Me In? Are we life in a breath?

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God is my Salvation, but you take me to Oblivion,

When you Say My Name and I hear it on your lips,

You Have Me — get Under My Skin, and know me.

Will you Play My Game? Need we play games at all?

Maybe, you could call me Beautiful and mean it;

Although, I’m Grey inside.

You could be The Prince, women dream about but —

I’d rather have ‘you’the average guy, 

I’m no Princess either; I’m The Raven crying ‘kaw.’

Unveiled, you see straight through me; 

Ignoring my Hard Limit, don’t push my soul into departing,

Step away from your vastness, leave me the territory inside my head;

I’m already Captivated By You.

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At times I wonder if I am, The Monster in His Eyes

He leaves me Breathless, doesn’t see the green scales beneath my skin.

I’m Forever Consumed, Too Consumed by him, 

Trying to tell him, there’s ‘give’ and ,take;’

Delighting most, when I am Taken by Storm.

He tells me there’s No Takebacks —

And he won’t  Take Me Back if I leave now.

So, I remain Taken and Consumed, 

Feeling all the Aftershock of his Afterburn, 

Still setting me on fire, I’m Hardpressed to be Hardline(d) into his rules.

 I’m Hardwired to be me, burning in his flames, choosing while my heart ignites,

 He Shredded me in Full Exposure, my soul is raw and torn.

He loves me as the flames climb higher, before we’re Out of Time.

Being with him is glorious, rebirth from our ashes;

He Crash(ed) Into Me, and together we’re an Allegiant,

Pursued each other and both of us are Taken By Love; enthralled by the fire. 

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Poem: Wrapped Poetry – “Submersion.”


 

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Eyes beguile with intent to overcome,

Rejections of suggestions some,

Made to scintillate and overpower,

All the reasons you perceived sour,

It feels amazing, transforming, intense to be,

Intent to luxuriate, obscure — I can see, 

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Recount the ways you have immersed us,

In this reclusive place, superfleous —

Time indeed, will banish the scarcity,

Smile, with laughter and hilarity,

Alluring colours scrutinized here laid bare,

You will canvasse the world consumed and make repair.

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Dear one, enraptured night enthrals, 

With daring resource, catch my falls,

Intoxicated, I’m inclined,

Enamoured, focus designed.

To be tender, in your clasp, transported, see clear.

Eyes beguile with sanctity in submersion, love sears.

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Poem: Senryu – ” Lovers Yet.”


 

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Your voice divulges,

Words you form and persuade with,

Elusive, tender.

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Encounteres brisk,

Love reigns harangued with bliss,

A moment consumed.

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Fire in your fingers,

Deliberated enticed,

Enthralled and made rapt.

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