Long Poems About Fire
#fire
Tont19
Poem Published
6th Apr 2019 2:59pm
6th Apr 2019 2:59pm
Raging Fire
(In the video you can see me and my friend performing it for the first time live)
you've got hands that move like Rain
but hold the power of the sun
i feEl like mine would fit them nicely
but i'm not the only one
you've got bright eyes and A passion
a quiet soul that speaks so loud
i memorize this feeling
while you mesmerize a Crowd
and you've got a girl, wHo knows the way to hold your hEart
and i'D be a fool to wish the moon and Tides apart
(chorus)
cause i'm a spark and you're a raging fire
im tHe...
you've got hands that move like Rain
but hold the power of the sun
i feEl like mine would fit them nicely
but i'm not the only one
you've got bright eyes and A passion
a quiet soul that speaks so loud
i memorize this feeling
while you mesmerize a Crowd
and you've got a girl, wHo knows the way to hold your hEart
and i'D be a fool to wish the moon and Tides apart
(chorus)
cause i'm a spark and you're a raging fire
im tHe...
#love
#hope
#breakup
#night
#fire
1493 reads
3 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
16th Nov 2018 9:41pm
16th Nov 2018 9:41pm
U and A, A and U / The Men'u Speaks For Itself, (N0?)
all
most
unanimous and anonymous,
almost
ungone for inspecting
silence kept
secret
( secreted thus during
years of
synthe'romantic
perfidy )
anon y mous , u nan i mous...
most
unanimous and anonymous,
almost
ungone for inspecting
silence kept
secret
( secreted thus during
years of
synthe'romantic
perfidy )
anon y mous , u nan i mous...
#love
#fire
#devil
#angels
#food
611 reads
3 Comments
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
7th Nov 2018 9:52pm
7th Nov 2018 9:52pm
Fire Harvest
I was born in a land by the
ocean, surrounded by palms;
trees not native to the land.
And bean fields & eucalyptus
& pepper trees. And makeshift
film studios in barns, paying
the extras in coin realm, before
the first World War, & talkies.
And migrant workers in pickup
trucks, with their straw hats
& bandannas, heading out
to the orchards & vineyards
at daybreak, like twilight,
and the valleys still murky ...
ocean, surrounded by palms;
trees not native to the land.
And bean fields & eucalyptus
& pepper trees. And makeshift
film studios in barns, paying
the extras in coin realm, before
the first World War, & talkies.
And migrant workers in pickup
trucks, with their straw hats
& bandannas, heading out
to the orchards & vineyards
at daybreak, like twilight,
and the valleys still murky ...
#identity
#countryside
#sea
#fire
#memories
1013 reads
20 Comments
NuBorn
BxckedbyGold
BxckedbyGold
Poem Published
7th Nov 2018 12:45pm
7th Nov 2018 12:45pm
Icy Hell
I saw a monster
Looking at me
EYEBALL TO EYEBALL
without a blink
Just an awkward laugh
and in that instance I knew
I was now in hell
My feet stood frozen
My bodies density intensified
My heart was subjected to deep palpitations and
My nostrils were flared
yet I never allowed him to see my fears
We communicated through thoughts
and no word found utterance through our mouths
but we both knew
"The weaker should bow to the stronger"
Yet my knees refused to be tainted
So I challenged...
Looking at me
EYEBALL TO EYEBALL
without a blink
Just an awkward laugh
and in that instance I knew
I was now in hell
My feet stood frozen
My bodies density intensified
My heart was subjected to deep palpitations and
My nostrils were flared
yet I never allowed him to see my fears
We communicated through thoughts
and no word found utterance through our mouths
but we both knew
"The weaker should bow to the stronger"
Yet my knees refused to be tainted
So I challenged...
#fire
#religion
#spiritual
624 reads
10 Comments
george4man2box
Poem Published
16th Sep 2018 00:32am
16th Sep 2018 00:32am
Sleep Inducing Powers...
Of My (Lenovo External) Computer Screen
Within mere nanoseconds,
(or less than an instagram ming
kickstarter reddit snap,
chat ting shutter
fly), this bopeep
awakens (i.e. ascends) beep
ping from, a pseudo steep
descent transcendental
restorative meditation,
(though there be
unREM burr hubble
dream times re:
viz zit ting me
"Max C. Mum" security creep
right after headroom gets
shut-eye as
requisite upkeep
whereat, I still feel fluky, ...
Within mere nanoseconds,
(or less than an instagram ming
kickstarter reddit snap,
chat ting shutter
fly), this bopeep
awakens (i.e. ascends) beep
ping from, a pseudo steep
descent transcendental
restorative meditation,
(though there be
unREM burr hubble
dream times re:
viz zit ting me
"Max C. Mum" security creep
right after headroom gets
shut-eye as
requisite upkeep
whereat, I still feel fluky, ...
#fire
#water
#music
#luck
#meditation
436 reads
6 Comments
Medinda
Poem Published
2nd Sep 2018 2:41pm
2nd Sep 2018 2:41pm
What Lives and What Remains
You never say goodbye or even lock the door.
Then flames rise to lick the ceiling
Throwing shadows on the floor
Heat builds and suffocates.
It peels away at every surface
and nothing can escape
the prison of destruction's purpose.
The keys are on the table and broken glass is on the wall.
It's reflection is of doorways standing open in the hall.
Some lead to rooms of quiet rest
to feelings warm and comfort filled.
Others empty, dark and vast
hold tears, like blood that's often spilled.
As embers dance throughout...
Then flames rise to lick the ceiling
Throwing shadows on the floor
Heat builds and suffocates.
It peels away at every surface
and nothing can escape
the prison of destruction's purpose.
The keys are on the table and broken glass is on the wall.
It's reflection is of doorways standing open in the hall.
Some lead to rooms of quiet rest
to feelings warm and comfort filled.
Others empty, dark and vast
hold tears, like blood that's often spilled.
As embers dance throughout...
#marriage
#fire
#metaphor
550 reads
2 Comments
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
1st Sep 2018 5:58pm
1st Sep 2018 5:58pm
In the Time of Fires
The three Furies never kept me guessing;
The seasons, whither, when or why.
Every year, the protocols of dressing:
Always the same place, the same time.
The almanac predictions you’d swear by,
The ice age that nobody felt.
We knew the sun had gone cold in the sky,
Then one day things started to melt.
And although the seas rose ever higher,
The floods and the runoffs, but worse.
One day came an ominous town cryer
Who speaks of a harbinger thirst.
To write the unspoken is...
The seasons, whither, when or why.
Every year, the protocols of dressing:
Always the same place, the same time.
The almanac predictions you’d swear by,
The ice age that nobody felt.
We knew the sun had gone cold in the sky,
Then one day things started to melt.
And although the seas rose ever higher,
The floods and the runoffs, but worse.
One day came an ominous town cryer
Who speaks of a harbinger thirst.
To write the unspoken is...
#identity
#fire
#hell
#ArthurRimbaud
#humankind
1051 reads
29 Comments
Josh
Joshua Bond
Joshua Bond
Poem Published
25th Aug 2018 00:37am
25th Aug 2018 00:37am
An Experience of Fire (in three shades)
I
I put the fire upon the scales
to solve a mystery
of how a thing that has no weight
can act so forcefully
I put the fire upon the scales
and turned the dial around
to try and find the perfect note
which registered its sound
I put the fire upon the scales
when up the flames they leapt
consumed the scales, devoured it all
and said “my pledge is kept …
… I am the Fire, I’m judgement free
I tell the Truth for all
I am the One who purifies
‘till scales exist no more”.
...
I put the fire upon the scales
to solve a mystery
of how a thing that has no weight
can act so forcefully
I put the fire upon the scales
and turned the dial around
to try and find the perfect note
which registered its sound
I put the fire upon the scales
when up the flames they leapt
consumed the scales, devoured it all
and said “my pledge is kept …
… I am the Fire, I’m judgement free
I tell the Truth for all
I am the One who purifies
‘till scales exist no more”.
...
#learning
#SelfDiscovery
#fire
#philosophical
#rhyming
921 reads
8 Comments
george4man2box
Poem Published
9th Aug 2018 8:34am
9th Aug 2018 8:34am
Glue Bill Whar Ming Dublin Down
Court hiss sea hove The Irish Times,
this hum mere ruck can bloke
kin esse spy climb mitt till impact
desiccation ravaging with choke
hold thee aim rilled isle,
which haint ok key doke
cuz won hoot rook froom sun
whelps like heretic burned at stoke!
- - - - - - - - - -
More to the point (meaning jaw
ken minus muff faux
hackney poetic strung bow
Willy Wonka barely understandable
twanged and twinged) accent
hen reed how, accomplishment
in garnering...
this hum mere ruck can bloke
kin esse spy climb mitt till impact
desiccation ravaging with choke
hold thee aim rilled isle,
which haint ok key doke
cuz won hoot rook froom sun
whelps like heretic burned at stoke!
- - - - - - - - - -
More to the point (meaning jaw
ken minus muff faux
hackney poetic strung bow
Willy Wonka barely understandable
twanged and twinged) accent
hen reed how, accomplishment
in garnering...
#marriage
#earth
#fire
#spiritual
#nostalgia
395 reads
0 Comments
usernames_r_lame
Poem Published
2nd Jun 2018 4:46pm
2nd Jun 2018 4:46pm
Air to the Flames
There I go
blindfolded with my fists up
Kicking and punching for sustainability
You know you don't always have to be fighting for something
He says
Yes I should know that shouldn't I
I’ve never thrown a knife nor
Fought the monster
So why do I feel so violent
The most aggressive are the ones without an outlet
And i've found I bruise quite easily
I’ve got broken teeth and soft cheeks
Delicately angry
And there I was
hushed quiet
I wonder if he knows the sun in his house falls perfectly
We spoke of...
blindfolded with my fists up
Kicking and punching for sustainability
You know you don't always have to be fighting for something
He says
Yes I should know that shouldn't I
I’ve never thrown a knife nor
Fought the monster
So why do I feel so violent
The most aggressive are the ones without an outlet
And i've found I bruise quite easily
I’ve got broken teeth and soft cheeks
Delicately angry
And there I was
hushed quiet
I wonder if he knows the sun in his house falls perfectly
We spoke of...
#anger
#love
#fire
527 reads
1 Comment
george4man2box
Poem Published
24th May 2018 9:20pm
24th May 2018 9:20pm
Some Man Ticks
Aye haint gonna mention anyone by name,
and git myself poisoned
with deadly tocsin, a most wick
kid demise act of vengeance cheap trick
boot Mayan tent to write this poem,
a message came tummy mind rather quick,
and fuel a contrived rumor hoop fully
spreading like wild fire
from this nada so sainted Nick
juiced for pure sport and to kick
start and spellbind denunciatory, deprecatory,
and derogatory unfounded slander
toward one country bumpkin,
who lives in the sticks of Hick
...
and git myself poisoned
with deadly tocsin, a most wick
kid demise act of vengeance cheap trick
boot Mayan tent to write this poem,
a message came tummy mind rather quick,
and fuel a contrived rumor hoop fully
spreading like wild fire
from this nada so sainted Nick
juiced for pure sport and to kick
start and spellbind denunciatory, deprecatory,
and derogatory unfounded slander
toward one country bumpkin,
who lives in the sticks of Hick
...
#earth
#fire
#water
#fate
#luck
416 reads
0 Comments
thepositivelydark
Poem Published
5th May 2018 6:40am
5th May 2018 6:40am
Nadarang
Darang - exposed to the heat (of the fire)
Sa iyong ngiti lang naman
Ngunit nahulog ang loob
Di naman daw perpekto ang ngipin mo,
Pero tinamaan ako sa ngiti mo.
May kinang sa iyong mga mata
Sa pagbigkas ng wika
Ako'y nabighani
Nakakapanghina.
Ngunit di na
Aasahan pa na makita mo ako.
Nananatili ka sa puwesto mo sa aking likuran,
At sa buong isang oras, akin na namang mararamdamam,
Na ikaw ay nandiyan
At aking iniisip
Ano kaya ang iyong makikita kung sakaling sisilip.
At di pa rin...
Sa iyong ngiti lang naman
Ngunit nahulog ang loob
Di naman daw perpekto ang ngipin mo,
Pero tinamaan ako sa ngiti mo.
May kinang sa iyong mga mata
Sa pagbigkas ng wika
Ako'y nabighani
Nakakapanghina.
Ngunit di na
Aasahan pa na makita mo ako.
Nananatili ka sa puwesto mo sa aking likuran,
At sa buong isang oras, akin na namang mararamdamam,
Na ikaw ay nandiyan
At aking iniisip
Ano kaya ang iyong makikita kung sakaling sisilip.
At di pa rin...
#love
#heartbroken
#fire
#NaPoWriMo2018
#UnrequitedLove
1118 reads
2 Comments
DU Poetry : Long Poems About Fire
