Poems about Fire
#fire
Beauty and danger, poems about fire use flames and fire as inspiration, warmth, fantasy and metaphor in poetry.
BlueBeastGirl
Poem Published
24th Feb 2021 10:21am
24th Feb 2021 10:21am
Gotta love Aries
There's just something about an Aries
Fire in their veins, fists out ready to fight
Gods know they could go all damn night
They burn in all shades that fire can bring
I burn brighter when I'm around them
They get me on that level only your sign can get
I'm a straight up sucker for an Aries man
I get so weak in my knees when I meet an Aries woman
We burn so bright, lighting up the perpetual night
I love being an Aries all bright and blue
Love my symbolism to my core
Loud when I'm happy, loud when I'm sad
You can't ignore me I've got...
Fire in their veins, fists out ready to fight
Gods know they could go all damn night
They burn in all shades that fire can bring
I burn brighter when I'm around them
They get me on that level only your sign can get
I'm a straight up sucker for an Aries man
I get so weak in my knees when I meet an Aries woman
We burn so bright, lighting up the perpetual night
I love being an Aries all bright and blue
Love my symbolism to my core
Loud when I'm happy, loud when I'm sad
You can't ignore me I've got...
#motivational
#universe
#fire
#nature
#gratitude
31 reads
5 Comments
JohnnyBlaze
Poem Published
12th Feb 2021 3:10pm
12th Feb 2021 3:10pm
Little Liars Everywhere
You add nothing but oxygen
feeding fires when you give
attention to the little liars
---those naysayers who
didn't get their way
Truth is monumental
never anything less today
than is was yesterday;
when on full display
for the entire world
to rejoice in, you
might as well join
the celebration too
That is how one
lets the Truth be
its own story to tell
---by not parking
next to hydrants
and stepping aside
allowing Fire Departments
to continue doing the
often...
feeding fires when you give
attention to the little liars
---those naysayers who
didn't get their way
Truth is monumental
never anything less today
than is was yesterday;
when on full display
for the entire world
to rejoice in, you
might as well join
the celebration too
That is how one
lets the Truth be
its own story to tell
---by not parking
next to hydrants
and stepping aside
allowing Fire Departments
to continue doing the
often...
#lies
#fire
#TruthOfLife #deception
#TruthOfLife #deception
68 reads
2 Comments
clewluss
SMOOKY
SMOOKY
Poem Published
11th Feb 2021 6:57pm
11th Feb 2021 6:57pm
Solving the Monty Hall puzzler (Pt. 1)
The Monty Hall puzzle, was a
big matter of discussion,
way back in the 1970's,
even PjDs in mathematics made staunch,
but incorrect solutions about it.
The problem was finally proved by
programming a computer
(thank heavens for computers)
to simulate the game.
Finally the community at large
decided that the
Monty Hall puzzler
had been solved.
On Monty Hall's game show,
there are three doors.
Behind two doors are goats,
which nobody in the world could love.
(except a few animal lovers, but...
big matter of discussion,
way back in the 1970's,
even PjDs in mathematics made staunch,
but incorrect solutions about it.
The problem was finally proved by
programming a computer
(thank heavens for computers)
to simulate the game.
Finally the community at large
decided that the
Monty Hall puzzler
had been solved.
On Monty Hall's game show,
there are three doors.
Behind two doors are goats,
which nobody in the world could love.
(except a few animal lovers, but...
#earth
#fire
#water
12 reads
0 Comments
Taurek
Poem Published
25th Jan 2021 2:40am
25th Jan 2021 2:40am
Mercenary
How can you tell if you’re only
being honest on someone
else’s behalf?
as middle-aged as I am, I
should know this, no?
and as a minority, I welcome
this new age of
Wokeism
I can just say, hey, I
was brainwashed by
evil white devils,
when the liars
come and try
to take
everything away
from me
while all you good
white folks burn
to a cinder
the only thing I was
fighting for was my
own life
and all the truth bombs
can...
being honest on someone
else’s behalf?
as middle-aged as I am, I
should know this, no?
and as a minority, I welcome
this new age of
Wokeism
I can just say, hey, I
was brainwashed by
evil white devils,
when the liars
come and try
to take
everything away
from me
while all you good
white folks burn
to a cinder
the only thing I was
fighting for was my
own life
and all the truth bombs
can...
#fire
#devil
#honesty
#racism
#aging
64 reads
4 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2021 7:42pm
22nd Jan 2021 7:42pm
Streaking Back Again & Again... Our One~ Ev :: Love's Infinity
Viz:: Streaking
#love
#fire
#spiritual
#dragons
#tea
95 reads
1 Comment
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
12th Jan 2021 2:47pm
12th Jan 2021 2:47pm
'PONGAL' :: the overwhelmingly~ overbrimming.. a festive ev harvest crop, of OUR SUNNING LOVE ETERNAL
https://youtu.be/8WUdn4L8ev8
https://youtu.be/_FRvEBou3_M
december~ ish fogginess haze
in an agglutinating clouded rise
of nomadic smokiness spreads...
from their slivery threaded
grounded graininess...
of these seeded abuzz.. the
stringy openair~ orchestrating
husky radioing germinative
nights in the fertilizing..
made evenmore rapidifyingly
mature~ milking harvestability.. to ...
https://youtu.be/_FRvEBou3_M
december~ ish fogginess haze
in an agglutinating clouded rise
of nomadic smokiness spreads...
from their slivery threaded
grounded graininess...
of these seeded abuzz.. the
stringy openair~ orchestrating
husky radioing germinative
nights in the fertilizing..
made evenmore rapidifyingly
mature~ milking harvestability.. to ...
#love
#sun
#fire
#sensual
#passion
115 reads
5 Comments
SatInUGal
Kumar
Kumar
Poem Published
10th Jan 2021 5:39am
10th Jan 2021 5:39am
PYRO
I want to
Set your hair on fire
With the urgency
Of my appeal
Set your hair on fire
With the urgency
Of my appeal
#lust
#fire
#UnrequitedLove #crush
#UnrequitedLove #crush
66 reads
7 Comments
socksscareme
Socks
Socks
Poem Published
8th Jan 2021 10:54pm
8th Jan 2021 10:54pm
The Haunted Merry-go-round
Your hollow eyes across the camp and I lean forward in tired motion, watching as your thoughts dance with the flames. As I'm falling ever further into which is you, a crackle from our dead friends brings me back to leaning forward in tired motion, transfixed.
#trees
#night
#fire #nature
#fire #nature
58 reads
2 Comments
WordWeaver
Poem Published
27th Dec 2020 6:01am
27th Dec 2020 6:01am
Divine Connection
I am Woman.
Maiden, mother and crone
Behold the secrets of nature woven into my cells
And knowledge of your creation
That was born from my blood...
I sow seeds with my words and drop them
In your path, so you may walk upon the petals
Of my sacrifice, my abundance
So you will pick beautiful fruits
And the seeds that you eat will
Grow inside you where they will flourish
And slowly bloom to reveal
The fruits of your awareness...
See the reflection of the skies
As endless, vast clouds roll behind my...
Maiden, mother and crone
Behold the secrets of nature woven into my cells
And knowledge of your creation
That was born from my blood...
I sow seeds with my words and drop them
In your path, so you may walk upon the petals
Of my sacrifice, my abundance
So you will pick beautiful fruits
And the seeds that you eat will
Grow inside you where they will flourish
And slowly bloom to reveal
The fruits of your awareness...
See the reflection of the skies
As endless, vast clouds roll behind my...
#earth
#storm
#fire
#water
#wind
61 reads
0 Comments
tasia_arlene
Tasia Arlene
Tasia Arlene
Poem Published
27th Dec 2020 1:31am
27th Dec 2020 1:31am
Fire & Light
A dangerous spark that ignites an internal fight.
The craving to exist within you like a human right.
So far away and out of sight.
Lost in our ways and forgotten in the night.
Your glow so sharp, fluorescent and bright.
The embers inside are burning and clinging tight.
The essence of an angel dressed in white.
The ashes aren’t worth a temporary bite.
I want to burn with you in fire and light.
The craving to exist within you like a human right.
So far away and out of sight.
Lost in our ways and forgotten in the night.
Your glow so sharp, fluorescent and bright.
The embers inside are burning and clinging tight.
The essence of an angel dressed in white.
The ashes aren’t worth a temporary bite.
I want to burn with you in fire and light.
#love
#fire
#PowerOfWords
#passion
#risk
53 reads
2 Comments
ELIAS11
Bumped 19th Dec 2020 10:00pm
24th Sep 2020 10:00pm
24th Sep 2020 10:00pm
Explososmosis..!
My thoughts are crazy
And they've never been clearer
I'm not even sure who I see in this mirror
I wait and I watch
For something familiar to appear
I've never felt more uncomfortable
With who I have become
I paint myself
In hope's to understand the artist
An army of one
In the light of the darkest
These hands manipulated by a foreign mind
I find that I still don't fully know myself
I find I still have things to show myself
Does anyone really know me
I seem to be playing my...
And they've never been clearer
I'm not even sure who I see in this mirror
I wait and I watch
For something familiar to appear
I've never felt more uncomfortable
With who I have become
I paint myself
In hope's to understand the artist
An army of one
In the light of the darkest
These hands manipulated by a foreign mind
I find that I still don't fully know myself
I find I still have things to show myself
Does anyone really know me
I seem to be playing my...
#identity
#fire
#MentalHealth
#WritingPoetry
#SelfDiscovery
128 reads
4 Comments
ELIAS11
Bumped 18th Dec 2020 3:37pm
20th Sep 2020 3:23am
20th Sep 2020 3:23am
Wouldn't That Be Novel...
Do you think I can break free from this mental cell where my eyes are pinned open but my mind is deep asleep
Self sealed
Things were getting a little wild
Why do all the bad things make me smile
Everything toxic is so out of style
I keep on staring and I can't even see
Whatever it is left inside of me
I've carried the eyes of a feral child
A torn disguise well worn and used
A wild youth with a blow torch mouth
Is certainly not easily diffused
Twenty years past my mind is bruised
Lynched and cynched like a fistful of sand
But my...
Self sealed
Things were getting a little wild
Why do all the bad things make me smile
Everything toxic is so out of style
I keep on staring and I can't even see
Whatever it is left inside of me
I've carried the eyes of a feral child
A torn disguise well worn and used
A wild youth with a blow torch mouth
Is certainly not easily diffused
Twenty years past my mind is bruised
Lynched and cynched like a fistful of sand
But my...
#death
#fire
#WritingPoetry
#LifeCycle
#SelfReflection
143 reads
9 Comments
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