#matches poems on Hello Poetry

Poetic T Nov 2014

We are all matches, we all wait
For that moment where
Neurons
Spontaneous
Reaction
Brings forth thought, so many
Sparks, which one will
Bring forth the chemical reaction to
Ignite,
Burn,
Brightly
Is this thought, will it be but
A fleeting moment, burned then
"Extinguished"
Before It reached its
"Potential"
"We are matches waiting to be struck"
With a moment of
"Clarity"
We could burn for a life time
Or become just a blacked stick
Our minds burnt out,
"We are all matches waiting"
"For that one moment"
**"To be struck and our minds then lit up."

Bright sparks of thought

#thought #chemical #lifetime #matches #ignite #reaction #blackened #nurons

Crysha C Forsythe Nov 2014

The Burning Man

He left her with two of his favorite sweaters
one t shirt ,a pair of jeans and new Adidas
Yet he had no intention on returning.
In the first week of waiting
she would fold the clothes in a corner
smiling foolishly to herself
thinking of how he would have
something to wear when he returns.
In the second week of waiting
her smile started to fade
Shed sit in the corner of her bed
with one of his favorite sweaters on and wait.
She found a little reason to smile again,
for the clothes still carried his scent.
she would crawl in her the corner of her bed
and draw the hoodie strings and
suffocate herself in soaked sweater sleeves
till she drifted off to sleep.
In the third week of waiting
she washed his clothes
for the scent was overwhelmingly repugnant.
now they belonged to no one
She laid the clothes out on the floor
placed a cigarette in her lips and lit a match
threw the flame to the floor
and watched the burning man

#leaving #clothes #matches #burningman #hoodies #hisclothes

Anastasia Webb Sep 2014

Butterfly Wings

I have opened up my mouth
and taken out a spare pair
of butterfly wings
(pinched between thumb
and forefinger),
used-to-be-dusty but now
slightly damp from their
place of residence.
I dried them myself,
striking match after match
and holding each underneath,
close,
but not too close.

Instead of drying they
shrivelled up like petals
after leaving the flower.
As if to preserve warmth,
curling inwards,
they shivered, animated
by the heat of the glowing stick.

The flame got too close
to my fingers. I dropped it,
swearing. Pinched the wings too
hard (reflexes), the membrane
broke between my fingers
and the remnants
of freedom fluttered softly
to the ground.

#freedom #fire #lost #butterfly #innocence #wings #mouth #burnt #matches

Awesome Annie Jul 2014

Playing With Fire

Standing in a puddle of gasoline, trying to get this ******* match to light. It doesn't matter what I do, in the end it's never right.

A scarlet letter brands my body, to match my lips of crimson red. Let me whisper poetry in your ear, and take your heart to bed.

Lay me down, I'll set fire ablaze to tame your tortured soul. Broken hearts never mend, a shattered essence can never be whole.

I'm standing here with this stupid match, striking it to spark. Always hoping to set fire, to what's hiding in the dark.

Inspired by a friends piece. The beginning line belongs to the brilliant and talented Roth.

#love #broken #fire #heartache #matches

Conor Letham May 2014

Thirst

We'll start the fire
in morning streets
with a flick-clip
on a matchbox
and light a trail
we made to steps
headed for a bed,
this time with no
extinguishers or
hanging fire exits.

#poem #poetry #fire #bed #street #morning #matches #thirst

SM Feb 2014

Matches

After receiving a box of matches
I counted every single one
Traced them with my finger tips
Breathed in the scent of future ignition
Closed my eyes
And set them all on fire

#flames #fire #burn #matches

Enigmuse Apr 2014

I'm In Love With An Arsonist

In my spare time, I put out his fires, and I cut
the bottoms of my feet on broken glass while
traversing across the muggy, jagged scape of his mind.

He calls my name between pulls of cigarettes and the
striking of cheap matches, and it's worth noting that I never liked
my name much until I heard the fires scream it.

I'd stand at his side and watch the flames cause his heart to implode,
and I'd fidget with his *****, shaking fingers while I listened to him
whisper something about 'I love yous'

A man's art is a reflection of self. I take note of this,
while I watch the flames dance and swing in the browns of his eyes
and warm the cavern that, moments before, had been a heart.

hate this

#love #flames #life #girl #fire #whatever #stupid #boy #relationship #weird #dumb #cigarettes #couple #arson #ew #matches #arsonist

Enigmuse Apr 2014

I Won't Say Sorry...

In the event I drink liquids fit for automobiles and devour
the taught warm light of a match, I hope you know that
I won't say sorry for all the hardships I put you through.

I won't say sorry for the way I stormed through doors
and plowed through hearts. I won't say sorry for the way
I told you yes when I really meant no. I won't say sorry

for the time I cried over spilled milk and shrieked over
stained sheets. I won't say sorry for leaving you without
even so much as a formal goodbye, other than this one

which was scrawled on the back of an unused napkin in
the middle of a crowded Starbucks down in the city, this
being the first time I've been in either place. I won't say

sorry. Not to you, not to anyone. As for now, I bid thee
fairwell, from one poetry lover to another. I won't say sorry.
For I've already managed to blurt it out seven times.

yeah, not my best

#love #suicide #sad #depression #life #fire #end #depressed #teen #relationship #goodbye #lovers #person #sorry #bleh #flame #matches

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