Poems about Fire
#fire
Beauty and danger, poems about fire use flames and fire as inspiration, warmth, fantasy and metaphor in poetry.
nikkimoe
Poem Published
26th Apr 2021 3:17am
26th Apr 2021 3:17am
Gesundheit
This nightmare is
lifes waking dream
there are pixels
of a simulated reality
floating like pollen
contaminating everything,
suffocating humanity
because technology
doesn't need to breathe.
lifes waking dream
there are pixels
of a simulated reality
floating like pollen
contaminating everything,
suffocating humanity
because technology
doesn't need to breathe.
#universe
#fire
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3 Comments
ThroughTheVeil
Poem Published
17th Apr 2021 2:46am
17th Apr 2021 2:46am
I'll be Your Morningstar
You threw me to the flames,
for my crime, to burn so bright.
I shine the light on the shadows you hide.
I've faced the cold you turned towards me,
so I became the thing you hate.
You held the iron to my skin,
and I burned.
I burned with the fires of hell...
...and I reveled in it.
So I'll burn.
I'll burn you down.
I rise from the flames with the fires of vengeance burning through my veins.
I'll be your Morningstar.
A shining light,
a welcoming beacon of warmth to those you threw out into the cold.
I...
for my crime, to burn so bright.
I shine the light on the shadows you hide.
I've faced the cold you turned towards me,
so I became the thing you hate.
You held the iron to my skin,
and I burned.
I burned with the fires of hell...
...and I reveled in it.
So I'll burn.
I'll burn you down.
I rise from the flames with the fires of vengeance burning through my veins.
I'll be your Morningstar.
A shining light,
a welcoming beacon of warmth to those you threw out into the cold.
I...
#fire
#religion
#devil
#hell
#revenge
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NeedSaltWater
Poem Published
16th Apr 2021 5:45am
16th Apr 2021 5:45am
Dedicated to the Fighter in You
I love you when you are crazy.
I love you when you don’t make sense.
I love you when you ask “why” so many times I want to scream.
I love you when you sing the same line of a song,
over and over and over. …And over.
I love you when you roller skate in the kitchen.
I love you when no one else understands you.
I understand you.
I see the wild in you.
I know what you were born for.
I know what you were built for.
You will pull us through our times of darkness.
You are the spark that lights the hearth.
You are passion, you...
I love you when you don’t make sense.
I love you when you ask “why” so many times I want to scream.
I love you when you sing the same line of a song,
over and over and over. …And over.
I love you when you roller skate in the kitchen.
I love you when no one else understands you.
I understand you.
I see the wild in you.
I know what you were born for.
I know what you were built for.
You will pull us through our times of darkness.
You are the spark that lights the hearth.
You are passion, you...
#fire
#magic
#SelfDiscovery
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brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2021 11:52pm
3rd Apr 2021 11:52pm
Campfire
It starts at dusk with quiet simple strum.
‘It’s campfire time!’ the gleeful kids exclaim.
Lost souls align with rhythm of the drum.
Melodious solo bids the campers come -
marshmallow sticks are shared as well as names;
It starts at dusk with quiet simple strum.
They might come happy, or they might feel glum:
with eyes obscured by flickering of flames,
lost souls align with rhythm of the drum.
The more reserved in sotto voce hum,
while others unleash harmonies untamed.
It starts at dusk with quiet simple strum.
...
‘It’s campfire time!’ the gleeful kids exclaim.
Lost souls align with rhythm of the drum.
Melodious solo bids the campers come -
marshmallow sticks are shared as well as names;
It starts at dusk with quiet simple strum.
They might come happy, or they might feel glum:
with eyes obscured by flickering of flames,
lost souls align with rhythm of the drum.
The more reserved in sotto voce hum,
while others unleash harmonies untamed.
It starts at dusk with quiet simple strum.
...
#happiness
#fire
#music #NaPoWriMo2021
#music #NaPoWriMo2021
64 reads
10 Comments
MineKampf
Minart
Minart
Poem Published
1st Apr 2021 4:28pm
1st Apr 2021 4:28pm
Pragmatism - LOG 2 - Written Contour: The Ever Curse CONduCted
I Write "Follow the Path!" The Written Descend of the Every Breadth. Of Which Speaks Word for Word, Every Syllable it become Absurd. But that's the Given Way, A Word Touches the Breath: (In Which you) Might Stay/Say the Cause of all the Names, in Which Virtue is Defined in all it's Place, We Hold The Random to the Cause in Which we Set the Word in it's Syllable and Pause. | Written Contour:
I Have Seen Myself from Writing Complexed Written Contour to the Way in Which is Comes Close to the Sewer, Because of all the Cause; The Newness of a Place that Awe's...
I Have Seen Myself from Writing Complexed Written Contour to the Way in Which is Comes Close to the Sewer, Because of all the Cause; The Newness of a Place that Awe's...
#earth
#fire
#water
#Taoism
#morality
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Northern1
Poem Published
31st Mar 2021 1:34am
31st Mar 2021 1:34am
Man In Flame
It is how and why it came
Nothing could be same
Without
Man In Flame
Power scores couldn't tame
Time will hide a name
Within
Man In Flame
Sans glory sans shame
Sans infamy sans fame
Inside
Man In Flame
Coming move in a game
Opposed cannot maim
Outside
Man In Flame
The world in a frame
It was ultimate aim
Until
Man In Flame
No one made a claim
All shared in blame
Since
Man in flame
Nothing could be same
Without
Man In Flame
Power scores couldn't tame
Time will hide a name
Within
Man In Flame
Sans glory sans shame
Sans infamy sans fame
Inside
Man In Flame
Coming move in a game
Opposed cannot maim
Outside
Man In Flame
The world in a frame
It was ultimate aim
Until
Man In Flame
No one made a claim
All shared in blame
Since
Man in flame
#fire
#redemption
#magic #sacrifice
#magic #sacrifice
58 reads
4 Comments
fieryangelsouljia
M6rr6g6n
M6rr6g6n
Poem Published
27th Mar 2021 8:13pm
27th Mar 2021 8:13pm
Consort
So many moths flock to you..
You're a flame
They flutter and singe their wings
you crackle, smoke, and sting
they watch your beauty, I watch your eyes
I don't know whether to shudder
but for you I'd still die
We dance, tonight
I glance into your light
you breathe, I sigh
I'm burned but I'm alive
How many wings will you
rip from their flight?
I'm different, you know it
oh, you love when we collide
Moths~
attempting to fly across
enthralled, it's tempting
to knock them into your...
You're a flame
They flutter and singe their wings
you crackle, smoke, and sting
they watch your beauty, I watch your eyes
I don't know whether to shudder
but for you I'd still die
We dance, tonight
I glance into your light
you breathe, I sigh
I'm burned but I'm alive
How many wings will you
rip from their flight?
I'm different, you know it
oh, you love when we collide
Moths~
attempting to fly across
enthralled, it's tempting
to knock them into your...
#love
#fire
#lover
#temptation
#obsession
98 reads
2 Comments
anna_grin
ilchruthach
ilchruthach
Poem Published
26th Mar 2021 9:14am
26th Mar 2021 9:14am
king me
and kill the spare: no, i am gracious in victory as defeat. why do we protect him? he is useless. give me a board with two queens. give me a lesbian love story across a battlefield but not with her. you trained her well; what i have can’t be taught like that. you have to be born into conflict. you have to have had your body and trust violated so much you get a headache and wake up someone else, someone with a hard heart, someone with a sixth sense, someone dead already. like the people who did this to you.
all that time i inched my way forward you thought i was just another...
all that time i inched my way forward you thought i was just another...
#fire
105 reads
Eerie
Poem Published
16th Mar 2021 00:43am
16th Mar 2021 00:43am
Twice-Born
Actually I don't remember being born,
it must have happened during
one of my black outs" –Jim Morrison
Brought by the gods
of attainment
for the proletariat to explore.
Bow string
pulled taught, arrow notched,
waiting for a mystical
antelope to materialize.
How lithely his feather feet
glide into the night.
Stars form an alleyway
for his flight from
quest to wisdom.
Fire of perception,
his flesh roasted
in the pits
of misconception.
A torture of sorts, ...
it must have happened during
one of my black outs" –Jim Morrison
Brought by the gods
of attainment
for the proletariat to explore.
Bow string
pulled taught, arrow notched,
waiting for a mystical
antelope to materialize.
How lithely his feather feet
glide into the night.
Stars form an alleyway
for his flight from
quest to wisdom.
Fire of perception,
his flesh roasted
in the pits
of misconception.
A torture of sorts, ...
#birth
#fire
#wisdom
118 reads
16 Comments
rabbitquest
Poem Published
11th Mar 2021 7:14pm
11th Mar 2021 7:14pm
The goat solution
Is the goat problem right for me?
A lot of people ask that question.
should I let the wonders and the mystery
be found through understanding
of the goat problem?
If you wanted to give "yes" a try, then by all means,
continue reading.
First google the Monty Hall problem,
to get you up to speed.
So in Monty Hall's question,
He has these three doors,
door number one,
or door number two,
or door number three,
there is ONE prize.
The other two have goats.
So, after you pick, ...
A lot of people ask that question.
should I let the wonders and the mystery
be found through understanding
of the goat problem?
If you wanted to give "yes" a try, then by all means,
continue reading.
First google the Monty Hall problem,
to get you up to speed.
So in Monty Hall's question,
He has these three doors,
door number one,
or door number two,
or door number three,
there is ONE prize.
The other two have goats.
So, after you pick, ...
#earth
#fire
#water
68 reads
2 Comments
JohnnyBlaze
Poem Published
10th Mar 2021 12:03pm
10th Mar 2021 12:03pm
[ Sacred Beliefs ] The Firepit
Drink wine
Unwind
Talk about your day
but don't whine
because, here
around the Firepit---
there's no room
for unimportant shit
Purge those frustrated
and impotent thoughts
storming the capitol
rotunda of your mind
You only need tell them
STOP
Unplug from social media feed
hooting and hollering the latest
political confabulations concocted in
Photoshop
Find that comfort zone
To your own...
Unwind
Talk about your day
but don't whine
because, here
around the Firepit---
there's no room
for unimportant shit
Purge those frustrated
and impotent thoughts
storming the capitol
rotunda of your mind
You only need tell them
STOP
Unplug from social media feed
hooting and hollering the latest
political confabulations concocted in
Photoshop
Find that comfort zone
To your own...
#fire
#peace
#spiritual #meditation
#spiritual #meditation
136 reads
19 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
8th Mar 2021 2:06am
8th Mar 2021 2:06am
Big Picture
grandiose visions!
connections! and synapses!
signals pinging! to & fro
images! flashing beauty
words tumbling! downstream
strokes of brilliance
on the tip of my tongue
this tangled-yarn
spaghetti-slippery
brain full of squirrels
wherein
everything relates
to everything else
critically important
(blessedly irrelevant)
the gestalt
is all so clear to me
and yet
impossible to convey
to you
connections! and synapses!
signals pinging! to & fro
images! flashing beauty
words tumbling! downstream
strokes of brilliance
on the tip of my tongue
this tangled-yarn
spaghetti-slippery
brain full of squirrels
wherein
everything relates
to everything else
critically important
(blessedly irrelevant)
the gestalt
is all so clear to me
and yet
impossible to convey
to you
#dreams
#universe
#fire
#art
#philosophical
59 reads
9 Comments
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