Poems about Fire
#fire
Beauty and danger, poems about fire use flames and fire as inspiration, warmth, fantasy and metaphor in poetry.
The Realm of Golden Beams and Gentle Caresses
In the realm where golden beams ignite,
Passion's fervent chase, ablaze with light.
Cheeks stained with crimson, yearning's plea,
A flush of ardor, soul's awakening, set free.
A gentle caress of water's embrace,
Delights that shiver, veiling truths in grace.
A stream of dreams, a whispering flow,
Stirring depths within, where secrets glow.
Savor the freedom, the sea's reign untamed,
Gliding through depths, liberation unchained.
With each stroke, unravel the unknown,
Leaving ripples of longing, passion sown.
Recline,...
Passion's fervent chase, ablaze with light.
Cheeks stained with crimson, yearning's plea,
A flush of ardor, soul's awakening, set free.
A gentle caress of water's embrace,
Delights that shiver, veiling truths in grace.
A stream of dreams, a whispering flow,
Stirring depths within, where secrets glow.
Savor the freedom, the sea's reign untamed,
Gliding through depths, liberation unchained.
With each stroke, unravel the unknown,
Leaving ripples of longing, passion sown.
Recline,...
#summer
#fire
#water
#sensual
#seductive
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Orange Beauty
Light flickering unheard
yet to call it silent would be absurd
burning and twisting, molding and re-creating
so foreign yet somehow always relating.
Ashes rise from her death,
but there is still hope for another breath
just waiting and watching for another chance
to hypnotize with her seductive dance.
Smoke on the horizon, warnings in the night
letting us know that it would be alright
knowing that the destruction would be brief
but her glorious orange, beautiful beyond belief.
yet to call it silent would be absurd
burning and twisting, molding and re-creating
so foreign yet somehow always relating.
Ashes rise from her death,
but there is still hope for another breath
just waiting and watching for another chance
to hypnotize with her seductive dance.
Smoke on the horizon, warnings in the night
letting us know that it would be alright
knowing that the destruction would be brief
but her glorious orange, beautiful beyond belief.
#beauty
#fire
#nature
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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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Perception
The rain has stopped and left a fresh perfume
A scent that makes me feel both calm and close
It smells like earth and flowers in full bloom
That lingers in the air and fills my nose
The beauty of this natural delight
But you, my dear, do not appreciate
A chemical reaction, nothing bright
You say it's just a sign of changing state
You call it preposterous petrichor perception
A fancy phrase for something plain and dull
You think it's just a matter of deception
A trick of mind that makes the senses lull
But I, my...
A scent that makes me feel both calm and close
It smells like earth and flowers in full bloom
That lingers in the air and fills my nose
The beauty of this natural delight
But you, my dear, do not appreciate
A chemical reaction, nothing bright
You say it's just a sign of changing state
You call it preposterous petrichor perception
A fancy phrase for something plain and dull
You think it's just a matter of deception
A trick of mind that makes the senses lull
But I, my...
#clouds
#fire
#music
#mirror
#philosophical
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Lick My Flame

#lust
#fire
#confessional
#FallingInLove
#crush
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Unto The World We Give (Faith-COTS)
The North we give unto you the Fire
The South we give unto you the Sea
The East we give unto the Earth
The West we give unto you Air
We bow to the tears we see from what the mind cannot grasp
Is this the thirteen elite families’ plot that must come to past
Divide and conquer
In the order of anarchy, the powerful and aristocratic escape to the silos and deep underground bunkers
Not so fast, we are moving at a slow pace
One color of blood, one purpose to get to Heaven, one life,...
The South we give unto you the Sea
The East we give unto the Earth
The West we give unto you Air
We bow to the tears we see from what the mind cannot grasp
Is this the thirteen elite families’ plot that must come to past
Divide and conquer
In the order of anarchy, the powerful and aristocratic escape to the silos and deep underground bunkers
Not so fast, we are moving at a slow pace
One color of blood, one purpose to get to Heaven, one life,...
#sun
#fire
#water
#spiritual
#wisdom
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Winter Queen
Winter white of my Queen’s desire the hunter of the night has come. She nods to me to let him in, and I desire nothing more. Upon his back he carries the skins and bones of coyote hunted in the darkness of the forest pines, while the bear is left to sleep beneath the stones and roots, intertwined. He lays them upon the alter along with many dried, white petals of datura blossoms and sets them to flames of orange. Their calming scent so tenderly seductive but without any warmth in winter’s crisp, cool air. I breathe in deeply, hoping she is unaware of the dreams the smoke and flames whisper to...
#love
#winter
#fire
#prose
#WritingPoetry
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Firefly
In the pale light of a world gone cold,
only the light from the firefly foretold
that there was still beauty to be found,
all you had to do was look around.
The painful scars of mistakes she did bear
wearing them likes lights to share,
showing the world you can survive the fall
if only you choose to stand tall.
Pen to paper was her way of taking flight,
on her sacred mission to light the night,
never knowing just how far her words go
or who's heart she may show
how to light it's flame once again.
Oh sweet little firefly burning...
only the light from the firefly foretold
that there was still beauty to be found,
all you had to do was look around.
The painful scars of mistakes she did bear
wearing them likes lights to share,
showing the world you can survive the fall
if only you choose to stand tall.
Pen to paper was her way of taking flight,
on her sacred mission to light the night,
never knowing just how far her words go
or who's heart she may show
how to light it's flame once again.
Oh sweet little firefly burning...
#hope
#dark
#fire
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the pile/the pyre
Matchbox mantra
got me in a house of glass
Throwing stones at the birds
as they drone
and drone
They go by
Alfred Hitchcock
dark clouds in the sky
Looking like a bad night
For the bones
in my body to jump out
and dance around the fire
More meat for the pyre
And I want out right
Right
NOW
got me in a house of glass
Throwing stones at the birds
as they drone
and drone
They go by
Alfred Hitchcock
dark clouds in the sky
Looking like a bad night
For the bones
in my body to jump out
and dance around the fire
More meat for the pyre
And I want out right
Right
NOW
#fire
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The Reigns Of Sun (Nostradamus-Purple Candle)
Is it true what they say
I bow to the elements of the earth, as I kneel to pray
Goodness always finishes last
Even a rainbow after the rain is known to diminish after the overcast
The insignia of the sky a gift from the Creator to you
The oath of its arched purpose rooted in the colors of its truth
A beautiful world, entanglement of wars, corruption, accepted by manmade political views
Can I take off my shoes and run through the flowers
Knowing each stem I see, each...
I bow to the elements of the earth, as I kneel to pray
Goodness always finishes last
Even a rainbow after the rain is known to diminish after the overcast
The insignia of the sky a gift from the Creator to you
The oath of its arched purpose rooted in the colors of its truth
A beautiful world, entanglement of wars, corruption, accepted by manmade political views
Can I take off my shoes and run through the flowers
Knowing each stem I see, each...
#sun
#moon
#faith
#spiritual
#fire
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Cabin
You
have marble eyes that glaze,
I glazed mine too,
last Sunday,
and the time before that
when I was at war with myself.
You extend them,
lick
around my outside until I am bound
to that necessity,
the absolute orchestral insistence in your face.
I'd lay every time,
arch the spine,
lift
until ribcage is an instrument to play
until
the sky forgets
there was ever sunlight,
until I am surrounded by pine and woodsmoke,
axe outside,
body unwinding
until we awake, ...
have marble eyes that glaze,
I glazed mine too,
last Sunday,
and the time before that
when I was at war with myself.
You extend them,
lick
around my outside until I am bound
to that necessity,
the absolute orchestral insistence in your face.
I'd lay every time,
arch the spine,
lift
until ribcage is an instrument to play
until
the sky forgets
there was ever sunlight,
until I am surrounded by pine and woodsmoke,
axe outside,
body unwinding
until we awake, ...
#trees
#fire
#nature
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The Soft Orator To Uplift Man’s Dynasty (Earth, Water, Air, Fire)
Desires, passion, infused in the cloak of mental articulate
Silence resonances in the absence to gently consummate
Searching within the lunar of such a beautiful mental masturbate
Rest unto the blessings given in such a surrendering surmise
Allow the ties to bind as the sun slowly rise
Open your eyes and accept peace, serenity, always foster love
These are the hieroglyphics in the beginning of time as passion showers from above
Savor the confection of my divinity in the wind
Minds climaxing in truth, mending in merit, as blissful...
Silence resonances in the absence to gently consummate
Searching within the lunar of such a beautiful mental masturbate
Rest unto the blessings given in such a surrendering surmise
Allow the ties to bind as the sun slowly rise
Open your eyes and accept peace, serenity, always foster love
These are the hieroglyphics in the beginning of time as passion showers from above
Savor the confection of my divinity in the wind
Minds climaxing in truth, mending in merit, as blissful...
#earth
#sun
#fire
#TruthOfLife
#philosophical
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