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: Shadorma – “Disasters and gods” #wordhighjuly #poetry #amwriting #tadhana 



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Beyond your, 

Control there exists, 

Such forces in–

The gods of, 

Weather and sky, who —

With pleasure torment.

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Killing their, 

Children, people of —

Earth they harm.

Tornadoes, 

In dry places flatten all, 

Homes; many left for dead.

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Your typhoons, 

Come raging with wind, 

Water and, 

Take away, 

Our loved ones, disappearing  gone.

Our pets have no chance.

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When you gods, 

In your games, take life, 

I wonder, 

Where is your, 

Mercy and kindness; your grace? 

Murdering, no thought.

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I wonder, 

Should I pray, not to —

You beings, 

But to gods, 

Who give a damn about life, 

Answer pleading prayers.

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Perhaps, an —

Intelligent designer, 

Can say to, 

Me in words, 

Why my wife he brought back to his —

Heavenly home first.

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Why my kids, 

Have disappeared and,

I want to —

Only be–

With them all; not alone on earth.

Explain to me why you —

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Take in earth –

Quakes, tremors causing, 

Giant waves to–

Crush any in, 

Its powerfully hungry path.

Why such waves, hate me.

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Why do the, 

Volcanoes in places, 

Explode and —

Take others, 

Around the world not caring, 

Indiscriminately.

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With no thought, 

Disasters around —

Us destroy.

And they kill, 

Each year taking more and more.

Tears return again.

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Creator, 

New God I search for, 

Will you give, 

Me peace and —

Reassurance I will see my, 

Loved ones soon? I pray —

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They’re not lost–

Forever; there’s small, 

Hope in my, 

Voice to the, 

God, I now beg for to bring me–

Relief; answer prayers. 

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Hey! This is the last post for #wordhighjuly and the Filipino word prompts. Thanks to Rosema and Maria for hosting! 

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NaPoWriMo: Poem – Earth – Etheree- “Caretakers Beware”


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And now for our (optional) prompt. Today’s prompt comes to us from Gloria Gonsalves, who also suggested our prompt for Day Seven. Today, Gloria challenges us all to write a poem in honor of Earth Day. This could be about your own backyard, a national park, or anything from a maple tree to a humpback whale. Happy writing!

For more information please see NaPoWriMo. The poem form is Etherees, repeated, and turned upside down, and written as they are.


Mother Earth
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Calling her Mother, created in beginning,

Adoration is hers, our provider,

Gods hands formed, but yet she falters,

He said be her caregiver,

Taking more then we’re meant,

Using her until she —

Is broken, torn,

We gouged,

For fuel,

Earth.

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Child,

of her,

Beginnings,

Forgetting our place,

Nurture her as she,

Nurtures her caretakers,

Ignorance destroys beauty,

Creator so lovingly beheld and,

Let us name earth’s creatures — disappearing.

Don’t forget, protect earth, greed consumes her.


Through thousands, perhaps, millions of years past,

She’s shifted and shook, born massive waves.

Mother’s rage, brings disastrous tears,

Volcanoes spewing lava,

Mountains losing their face,

Forests, fires, and ash.

Tornado wound,

Earth torn

Lost.

Our,

fault true,

Had we not,

Eaten forbidden,

Earth would be perfect,

Sin infects entire world,

Blame ourselves for her eruptions,

Our Forefathers, corrupted nature complete.

Earth’s damage repair, or she self-destructs.


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