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#WriteMap 463 #burn #poetry #amwriting

"The world is but a fading shadow outside this door," he whispers, his breath a storm that pulls her in. "Let it burn away. I want to feel you shivering against me until the very soul of us begins to spill into the light." #WriteMap 463

All that's language burns... ash and smoke, silence fitting our illusive terms. #haiku #WriteMap 463 #poetry #vss365

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Shaped by illusions, desire takes form He burns for her—elusive, untamed A single glimpse, a faint intoxicating scent Perhaps the sensual shoreline calls Each orphic secret carried too far #AcrosticChallenge [SHAPE] #vss365 #WriteMap 46 #FoxProse #BraveWrite #fairytalepoets

I #burn for you in the quietest ways no flame, just warmth you never name. Your touch, a spark that stays unseen, yet turns my every breath to dream. And if I fade, let it be true I was only ever meant to burn for you. #WriteMap #poetrychallenge

It's the "meeting of bodies" (FYI: the body is the house of consciousness) love affair: the rest of the world waits in the dark and we entwine our bodies,😍 half awake, half forgetful ... tinyurl.com/5yhzeyjuX #WriteMap #bodies #loveaffair #love #tanka #poetry #poem #desire

Bernie's eyes #burned a hole into the papers in front of him. "Brad, what is your problem with those of us on the Almoral school board? We listen to your complaints every meeting. Things are actually pretty good with this district and I'm tired of hearing your voice." #WriteMap

Thorns of iron, heart of coal, The silent weight that takes its toll. Bound in vines of ancient grief, No cooling rain to bring relief. In the marrow, deep and stern, Watch the soul begin to #burn. From the ash, a crimson stain, Rising through pain. #WriteMap #vss365 #poetry

Crimson silk and shadows bleed, A frantic dance for every need. Beneath the moon, the ravens turn, Within the pyre where memories #burn. Smoke ascends in ghostly white, To claim the embers of the night. #WriteMap #vss365 #poetry #writers

In the cooling ash of a dying star, The embers pulse like a phantom heart. Life is the smoke between the flame and the dark— A brief, #burning art. #WriteMap

Dust and debris fall like rain, Cradled by a hand in pain. A glowing coal, a silent #burn, To the ashes we return. Fingers stained by soot and lead, Fueling fires we never fed. In the smoke, the shadows rise, With a fever in our eyes. #WriteMap #vss365 #writers #poetty #prompt

Ash-black skin and eyes of gold, A primal rage, a soul unsold. The inner beast begins to #burn, For ancient fires, the shadows yearn. Torn between the man and hound, In charcoal veins, the heat is found. #WriteMap #vss365 #poetry

Black wings fracture the soot-heavy sky, Rising from embers where old shadows lie. Feathers like ink, stained in crimson and gold, A story of chaos and fire retold. Watch as the spirit begins to #burn bright, Forged in the heat of the oncoming night. #WriteMap #vss365 #writers

Ash and obsidian, a dance in the air, The raven ascends from the dragon’s red lair. With wings made of shadow and eyes full of light, It conquers the smoke of a world set alight. Through the #burn and the cold, it finds its way home. #WriteMap #vss365 #poetry

Dark talons grip pulsing core, Phantom touch,silent war. Embers dance in #burn and light, To char soul within the night. Vessels glow with liquid gold, Story etched, fate foretold. Ash & heat are all that stay, As shadows melt the world away. #WriteMap #vss365 #Writers #poetry

Void is not an empty space, But mirrors reflecting hidden face. We chase sun until we learn, That light exists because we #burn. ​River flows,yet stays same, flickering spark without a name. Between silence & sound, deepest truths are lost and found. #WriteMap #vss365 #writers

A quill of flame on cracked, scorched earth, Writing tales of a phoenix birth. The embers dance, the shadows turn, In every breath, we feel the #burn. Ink of ash and a heart of gold, A story of fire, brave and bold. #WriteMap #vss365 #writers #poetry #prompt

Ashes float down onto cool soil I sit in the echo of things lost Each thrown in, to burn before my eyes I wonder if my eyes are really mine #WriteMap 463 #poetrycommunity #WritingCommunity #Poet