Least Read Poems About Fire
#fire
Pyric
Every single spark longs to burn
just as every pupil seeks to learn
for all of this consumption feeds
each of my many mortal needs
These needful things I long for
this less that still longs for more
wanders through my halcyon days
in a faint pontifical haze
A sacrificial flame set again afire
only in the end to blend upon the pyre
just as every pupil seeks to learn
for all of this consumption feeds
each of my many mortal needs
These needful things I long for
this less that still longs for more
wanders through my halcyon days
in a faint pontifical haze
A sacrificial flame set again afire
only in the end to blend upon the pyre
#LifeStruggles
#fire
#confessional
#WritingPoetry
#philosophical
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Flames
Each one burns bright
lights up the vacant night
with orange and blue
rippling back and forth
Enclosed within old stone
this rustic fireplace
becomes its own space
wedded now to time
Weaving all rhyme
in this tapestry
to its meter
to its will
While the night is still
just like my pen
waiting to begin again
spill this stifled ink
As each thin flame
whispers soft my name
echoes deep in the night
beckoning...
lights up the vacant night
with orange and blue
rippling back and forth
Enclosed within old stone
this rustic fireplace
becomes its own space
wedded now to time
Weaving all rhyme
in this tapestry
to its meter
to its will
While the night is still
just like my pen
waiting to begin again
spill this stifled ink
As each thin flame
whispers soft my name
echoes deep in the night
beckoning...
#night
#fire
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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Ignites
A lone flame in the night
helps again to reignite
this flow of blackened ink
calling forth dark names
a cold vengeance that blames
this blankness of the page
for so much suppressed rage
of a life denied on the brink
while below the fires dance
as this moment ignites its chance
helps again to reignite
this flow of blackened ink
calling forth dark names
a cold vengeance that blames
this blankness of the page
for so much suppressed rage
of a life denied on the brink
while below the fires dance
as this moment ignites its chance
#night
#fire
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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Elementals
Always so fundamental
every single elemental
in the way they exist
in the way they resist
the dark forces of the day
Defying all in their own way
forged back in ancient times
when alchemy was wedded to rhymes
when poets still knew their true worth
among fire, water, wind and earth
every single elemental
in the way they exist
in the way they resist
the dark forces of the day
Defying all in their own way
forged back in ancient times
when alchemy was wedded to rhymes
when poets still knew their true worth
among fire, water, wind and earth
#earth
#fire
#water
#wind
#nature
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Hearth
The fireplace is empty
cold stone left again alone
vacant
with a faint promise of warmth
split wood to the side
does still abide
stacked tight to the left
while I begin to write
search for that spark
in the stark winter dark
to begin to finally warm
thaw out all this poetry
cold stone left again alone
vacant
with a faint promise of warmth
split wood to the side
does still abide
stacked tight to the left
while I begin to write
search for that spark
in the stark winter dark
to begin to finally warm
thaw out all this poetry
#winter
#fire
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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Incandesce
How then to finally learn
as a paper might burn
curling it all up
blackening so brittle
a brief bit of light
to illuminate the write
cast gamboling shadow
upon these words written
even though twice bitten
never was I too clever to be shy
as a paper might burn
curling it all up
blackening so brittle
a brief bit of light
to illuminate the write
cast gamboling shadow
upon these words written
even though twice bitten
never was I too clever to be shy
#fire
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
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A Splendid Flame
How splendid is the flame
that allows us to then blame
the arsonists within us all
a match strike before the fall
With so many bridges I see
each a new pyre for me
to now set bright a light
set ablaze this restless night
Just a pure cleansing of fire
stokes such deeper desire
as flames lick the wick
ignite both kindling and stick
Though I try to fight the urge
to rekindle another purge
bathe in its orange glow
claim again what I must know
For all of these wicked deeds
consummate darker...
that allows us to then blame
the arsonists within us all
a match strike before the fall
With so many bridges I see
each a new pyre for me
to now set bright a light
set ablaze this restless night
Just a pure cleansing of fire
stokes such deeper desire
as flames lick the wick
ignite both kindling and stick
Though I try to fight the urge
to rekindle another purge
bathe in its orange glow
claim again what I must know
For all of these wicked deeds
consummate darker...
#fire
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Elemental
Winds make the rains hush
while muddying the ground
drowning out the sound
of grey burning brush
while muddying the ground
drowning out the sound
of grey burning brush
#earth
#fire
#water
#wind
#quatrain
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In Flame and Ink
I have always lived my life
in flame and ink
setting the world all ablaze
just to burn off the haze
So I may then write myself
penned in words true
but also those false
a surprise in these lies
For to then lie with truth
requires a certain deft skill
from commanding the quill
letting the words flow free
Tattooing each new page
to defy both place and age
weave such barbed lines
that can then cut to the quick
Before I let the writing dry
satisfied that I now know...
in flame and ink
setting the world all ablaze
just to burn off the haze
So I may then write myself
penned in words true
but also those false
a surprise in these lies
For to then lie with truth
requires a certain deft skill
from commanding the quill
letting the words flow free
Tattooing each new page
to defy both place and age
weave such barbed lines
that can then cut to the quick
Before I let the writing dry
satisfied that I now know...
#confessional
#fire
#SelfDiscovery
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
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Crackling
The freshly snapped twigs
are licked by the flames
while morning again names
the newly dawned day
Basking in the warm glow
I feel the growing heat
warming up my feet
warming up my heart
I gaze out the window
see the sun dapple the trees
now tickled by the breeze
of this ever chilly morn
With so much still to do
but ever more to say
I now prepare my way
begin again to write
Feel the creative surge
as I delve into the ink
hours dissolve within a blink
inspire as the fire...
are licked by the flames
while morning again names
the newly dawned day
Basking in the warm glow
I feel the growing heat
warming up my feet
warming up my heart
I gaze out the window
see the sun dapple the trees
now tickled by the breeze
of this ever chilly morn
With so much still to do
but ever more to say
I now prepare my way
begin again to write
Feel the creative surge
as I delve into the ink
hours dissolve within a blink
inspire as the fire...
#fire
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#travel
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Embers Still Remember
Long after the fire has burned
well beyond all those lessons learned
these embers still remember
well beyond all those lessons learned
these embers still remember
#fire
#confessional
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
#wisdom
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Gathering Firewood
I set out into the woods
in search of these kindled goods
dead branches and sticks
for this old fireplace of bricks
Longing to set them ablaze
drift into a smoky haze
where memories still bloom
to warm any drafty cold room
So I carry them in my arms
while the deep forest charms
with these tall leafless trees
whistling in this December breeze
Far from the bustling crowds
the sun veiled by pale clouds
I revel in now being alone
taking in all I have been shown
Finally I turn back for home ...
in search of these kindled goods
dead branches and sticks
for this old fireplace of bricks
Longing to set them ablaze
drift into a smoky haze
where memories still bloom
to warm any drafty cold room
So I carry them in my arms
while the deep forest charms
with these tall leafless trees
whistling in this December breeze
Far from the bustling crowds
the sun veiled by pale clouds
I revel in now being alone
taking in all I have been shown
Finally I turn back for home ...
#fire
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
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DU Poetry : Least Read Poems About Fire