Coax The Embers
Among the smouldering embers
of a dying love
there always some warmth
if you want to look for it there.
A curtain is never shut
until the final length is pulled.
If you want a love to last
we must coax the embers
until the flame ignites again.
4 April 2009
poem by David Harris
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Enduring Flame Of Passion
The enduring flame of passion burns on
in hearts filled with only embers.
The passion that once burnt bright
never really dies away.
The smouldering embers
still hold an enduring flame,
just needing a gentle spark
to bring them back to life again.
14 May 2011
poem by David Harris
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Dying Embers
It’s the end of a fiery passion
The birth of dying embers
Our hearts know this can mean only one thing
The goodbye of dear friends
It’s the new found silence we share
The birth of dying embers
We drift apart helplessly
The inevitability of the end
It’s the many secrets and lies
The birth of dying embers
Buried and forgotten are trust and truth
The destruction of life’s vital bond
It’s the days we never touched
The birth of dying embers
Gone forever are the intense pleasures of light fingers on rose and velvet skin
The goodness of friendship forever lost
It’s the distance and space between us
The birth of dying embers
Our souls grow weak without each other, yet destiny is happily gratified
The goodbye of dear friends
The embers die out forever
Who can make them glow again?
poem by Rafael Yaw Kumi
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See The Embers, Feel The Flame
Words and music by jeff cook
Julianna, be mine tonight.
The time has come girl, and the feelings right.
Love forever, not fade away.
A reborn love of yesterday.
Chorus:
I cant believe it, this love Ive found.
The fevers risin; I cant cool it down.
And just like the south, girl, were goinna rise again, sharin the love that
Just wont end.
Oh yeah. alright. be mine, woman. love me tonight. I got a burning love,
Girl, and you feel the same.
See the embers, feel the flame.
Chorus
See the embers, feel the flame.
See the embers, feel the flame.
song performed by by Alabama
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The Fire Still Burns
Fire never dies, just smoulders,
like love you need to fan it,
to keep the flame alive.
Like the smouldering embers,
that needs only a little attention,
to become a flame again.
So the parting lovers,
need only to kiss to ignite the flame,
and start the passion again.
poem by David Harris
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Burning Embers
Fly through the glass of a window pane
fall through the sky feeling the rain
Walk on broken glass your tell-tale heart
Look through the bars of a dirty jail cell
soar to heaven dive to hell
Listen to your tell-tale heart
Setting fires in the ghost twilight
we see you dress we bolt with fright
You see an apparition disappear
Jump to the table, jump up the stairs
stand on the rooftop, looking out through the air
Walk on broken glass your tell-tale heart
Lenore, am I dreaming
How can death keep us apart, mmmm..
Lenore, I see you burning
And I'd walk on burning embers
walk on burning embers
Walk on burning embers your tell-tale heart
Walk on burning embers
walk on burning embers
Walk on burning embers your tell-tale heart
Walk on burning embers
walk on burning embers
Walk on burning embers your tell-tale heart
Heart
heart
Heart
heart
Walk on burning embers
walk on burning embers
Walk on burning embers your tell-tale heart
your tell-tale heart
Walk on burning embers
walk on burning embers
Walk on burning embers your tell-tale heart
Walk on burning embers
walk on burning embers
Walk on burning embers your tell-tale heart
Walk on burning embers
walk on burning embers
Walk on burning embers your tell-tale heart
song performed by by Lou Reed
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On Finding A Fan
In one who felt as once he felt
This might, perhaps, have fann'd the flame;
But now his heart no more will melt,
Because that heart is not the same.
As when the ebbing flames are low,
The aid which once improved their light,
And bade them burn with fiercer glow,
Now quenches all their blaze in night.
Thus has it been with passion's fires-
As many a boy and girl remembers
While every hope of love expires,
Extinguish'd with the dying embers.
The first, though not a spark survive,
Some careful hand may teach to barn;
The last, alas l can ne'er survive;
No touch can bid its warmth reform
Or, if it chance to wake again.
Not always doom 'd its heat to smother,
It sheds (so wayward fates ordain)
Its former warmth around another.
The Silence Of Pain
The pain of silence deafens me
Like some bomb in my soul.
And I lie
Among the smouldering wreckage of my life
To hear your final drum roll,
Now only in the echo of a memory
That some silent thief had stole.
The pain of silence stabs me deep.
Yet from my wounds
No blood does ever seep.
Can't you see?
I'm still bleeding to death in your dreams.
Could it be?
As I fight for my breath,
In moonbeams- you hide.
With the pain of silence
That sword in my side.
I look out
Across a black sea.
Dying stars will surround me
The embers of love
That used to be.
I'm done,
Crying to the astral lights.
Smothered in your snake bites.
And as I lie dying in silent pain.
Now your promises ring in my mind
Insane.
As my life blood
Runs away down the drain.
Those lost dried tears
Flood
The silence of pain.
poem by Kevin East
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The Wind of Sorrow
The fire of love was burning, yet so low
That in the dark we scarce could see its rays,
And in the light of perfect-placid days
Nothing but smouldering embers dull and slow.
Vainly, for love's delight, we sought to throw
New pleasures on the pyre to make it blaze:
In life's calm air and tranquil-prosperous ways
We missed the radiant heat of long ago.
Then in the night, a night of sad alarms,
Bitter with pain and black with fog of fears,
That drove us trembling to each other's arms --
Across the gulf of darkness and salt tears,
Into life's calm the wind of sorrow came,
And fanned the fire of love to clearest flame.
poem by Henry Van Dyke
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Love Sonnet 15: I feel love's fires smoulder very intense,
I feel love's fires smoulder very intense,
Which could go on blazing in coming years,
Whilst so, your eyes I did see recompense,
Moments we spent in loneliness and tears;
Embers, there will be none for us to keep,
As flame of love will burn without abate,
Like stars that shine eternal as we sleep,
Nary will they, to ashes decimate;
Yet warmth is felt though glow is yet unseen,
Passion of ours rages so strong within,
Endure they would, until forever, keen,
To love and keep loving, through thick and thin;
.........Unlike candles that on their wax subsist,
.........My love will burn as long as souls exist.
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poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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Under The Microscope Of Poetry
Our love ignited
The embers
In the once
Silent ebon;
The Moon
Blushed at
The view;
We two shining
As brillant
As the Sun;
Radiating a
Warmth brand new
In the evening
Tide of Love
So true;
The Essence
August,2010
poem by Theodora Onken
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Sunset Serenade
I serenade my love at sunset
beneath the embers of a sleepy sun.
Just before it slips away
behind the distant mountains
to herald the coming of the night
when the purple hues envelope everything
and the night choir all begin to sing.
My love and I sit
as I sing my serenade,
our fingers linked together
as the light begins to fade.
We sip the nectar of love
at the closing of the day
and the world to us
seems a million miles away.
At a time, when day and night collide
and beckon evening tide.
We sit at peace with the world
and enjoy our sunset serenade.
4 April 2009
poem by David Harris
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I Wish to Experience the Honesty of Romance
There is no interest here for your magic.
Nor are there embers here to rekindle,
That would ignite a slow dying flame!
I'm jaded.
Games played like that have faded.
I am not against recognitions of love.
I wish to experience the honesty of romance.
A natural ocurrence that stirs within the heart.
Something that happens while strolling in the park.
Something in the eyes and not so much from the lips.
Something that stays in the mind...
After separating ourselves from the hips.
For me that's all the magic I need.
That's all I wish to get!
A sideshow I can leave behind.
And that has been done once.
One too many times!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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But What Can You Do
For P. and S.
Who will know what I mean.
It is always sad when you hear
of a romance that has withered,
of two hearts that held a flame
that burned so bright.
Now flickers with only dying embers light.
You look on from the sidelines
knowing there is nothing you can do,
except to comfort both of them.
You cannot imagine
the pain they are going through.
You feel so helpless,
but what can you do?
7 January 2008
poem by David Harris
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To get the warmth of fire one must stir the embers.
Like An Angel Passing Through My Room
Long awaited darkness falls
Casting shadows on the walls
In the twilight hour I am alone
Sitting near the fireplace, dying embers warm my face
In this peaceful solitude
All the outside world subdued
Everything comes back to me again
In the gloom
Like an angel passing through my room
Half awake and half in dreams
Seeing long forgotten scenes
So the present runs into the past
Now and then become entwined, playing games within my mind
Like the embers as they die
Love was one prolonged goodbye
And it all comes back to me tonight
In the gloom
Like an angel passing through my room
I close my eyes
And my twilight images go by
All too soon
Like an angel passing through my room
song performed by by ABBA
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Merapi, This is My Love
Grass, mountain and ash
Green, dry and burning
Love, tenderness and embers
Merapi, peace and warmth
Roads, water and you
I, waves and rain
Night, silence and confusion
The villages, torches and fire
2010
poem by Imam Setiaji Ronoatmojo
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Embers Still Glow
Some fires still burn
long after the flames have died;
their embers still glow
after the years have flown.
It only takes a spark
to ignite an old flame
from the vault of our memories
and make love bloom again.
12 July 2012
poem by David Harris
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Final Curtain
Whats left for me to see
In my ship I sailed so far
What can the answer be
Dont know what the questions are.
And after all Ive done
Still I cannot feel the sun
Tell me save me
In the end our lost souls must repent.
I must know it is for certain
Can it be the final curtain
As long as the wind will blow
Ill be searching high and low.
Who knows whats really true
They say the end is so near
Why are we all so cruel
We just fill ourselves with fear.
And heaven and hell will turn
All that we love shall burn
Hear me trust me
In the end our lost souls must repent.
I must know it is for certain
Can it be the final curtain
As long as the wind will blow
Ill be searching high and low.
Final curtain
Final curtain
song performed by by Yngwie Malmsteen
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Final Curtain
Whats left for me to see
In my ship I sailed so far
What can the answer be
Dont know what the questions are.
And after all Ive done
Still I cannot feel the sun
Tell me save me
In the end our lost souls must repent.
I must know it is for certain
Can it be the final curtain
As long as the wind will blow
Ill be searching high and low.
Who knows whats really true
They say the end is so near
Why are we all so cruel
We just fill ourselves with fear.
And heaven and hell will turn
All that we love shall burn
Hear me trust me
In the end our lost souls must repent.
I must know it is for certain
Can it be the final curtain
As long as the wind will blow
Ill be searching high and low.
Final curtain
Final curtain
song performed by by Yngwie Malmsteen
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Loves Exposure
To expose your love for her in such a way is sometimes exhilarating.
Even more so then the secret love know one is suppose to know about.
Light the flame and let it burn for all eternity.
Let the embers never fade but glisten and glow the brightest reds, oranges and yellows.
Just remember a flower has only so many petals.
So if your rejected with sincerity.
Don't obsess just move on to the next.
If to be or not to be is the question,
Let the answer be of it's reflection.
No matter how fair or pale of a complexion.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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