There were two lovers I did see 

They were opposites yet the same in the places where they wished to be 

She was in a world filled in smoke

Twirling her cigarette beckoning to the boy whose heart she owned 

She pulled him close kissed him and laughed 

She never smiled unless he was in her path

He was never much for the burning paper 

But he loved her loved her wholly 

He wasn’t bothered by her pervasive vapor

But he never expected that it would burn them

Physically burn them 

Until that fire engulfed the bush in the background next to them

The flame from a match she had used to light her poison 

Dropped with enough ignition to start burning slowly, faintly, quiet motion

It was not enough to be noticed by two lovers sweet embrace 

Yet as they loved she stepped slowly back

The flames then kissed her skin 

branding it a steaming red 

A bite at the lip, a realization of things gone bad 

The boy now feels the heat scorching his arms as he pulls her back

The euphoria is now gone, but pain hasn’t yet set in 

They intertwine once more as they roll desperately across the floor with flaming skin

When the fire subsides they cry keeping together 

Wondering why a moment so beautiful had to turn so sombering almost bitter 

Yet years later, the smoke is gone but what remains 

are the scars branded across their bodies 

And a love that was kindled further by a 

true 

test 

of 

flame 

This poem is in thanks to a conversation I had with a friend, featuring a bush, and how I’m often inspired by things that make no sense. 

Let me know what you think in the comments. Also, if you know of any good poetry books or poets that I should read let me know, I want to read more poetry and all sugestions are welcome. 

-Till next time!  

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3 thoughts on “The Burning Bush

  1. Reblogged this on TizzyMatic and commented:
    Do you read poems? Check out Tiana’s, or TheBookRavenBlog’s romantic poem!

    Inspired by things that make no sense (her words, not mine, lol), her poem is true love in whatever sense you may think of it to be.

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    1. Thank you so much! I really appreciate this, I literally wrote this poem because I saw a bush that had half its leaves missing and it looked like it had been burnt lol, but I guess sometimes stories burst from the randomest things, at least for me anyway.

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