Best Conflagration Poems
Conflagration
Kindling
building upon the edge
of the fortress,
--slights—
real and imagined,
--daggers—
slashing scars
stabbing wounds
untended
--Cupid’s arrows—
piercing a heart
repelled
in stony silence
--Anger’s tinder—
aching
for immolation
--a lone spark—
igniting
the brittle detritus
A Perfect Storm
raging
against the confines
of its life.
©9/30/2017
submitted to – A Perfect Storm – Poetry Contest
Gather ‘round the global table —
All ye kings of the earth,
and ye queens of the dirt
The self-anointed,
the ballot appointed
So much kilt kill filth is on your skirts!
Fate chosen leaders hellbent
to take their loyal legion of followers
on the final dark descent
As the nuclear fires of rage ascend
from the bottomless pit
of unrighteous warmongering
So be the firmament decree:
Let the last conflagration begin
Assemble together ‘round the tilted spin —
All ye lying kings of the crimson earth,
with your lyoness queens of the red dirt
The peace usurpers,
the armistice pretenders
How much bloodshed is of profitable worth?
Abyss power surges through your collective soul,
as the covetous spindle madly turns out of control
Dark reign clouds veil the brimstone sky
Ember vestiges of humanity’s lost virtues
are left blowing in the wind ...
never to be candlelight found again
Only exodus death seen mushrooming,
the last conflagration is fiery furnace starting
Pyre heaps tragically rising
from the fervent vows of heated confrontation
Heart wrenching cries is the drenching fallout
Every good hope dies
in the nuclear ashes scattered about
There won’t be enough Geiger counters
to measure the rad level of grief: A cratering shout
heard in that mourn awakening
Of this, there’s no doubt:
Nagasaki memories
are amnesia tucked in
Hiroshima dreams
Who will truly remnant cry
for the lullaby masses
on that final underground migration?
As the awful burnings above
end all the clashes
Tear reckoning be strange love
Weeps heard in the last conflagration
I breathe and wish that
the air
wasn't filled with a
thousand ashen yesterdays
that float aimlessly
lost.
I taste their bitter end and
know they can never
be put together again - memories
ever so fragile, before they're blown
into
tomorrow's fires where
I feel their
helplessness...
I know, without reason,
that the flames,
will never die
because they are
perpetually fed by
what I fear...
Blazing structured ball of heat,
like a fist full of anger, Only
wanting to defeat spreading over
natures land, wiping out man kind.
Wrapping its burning body tightly
over what ever it may find, hear
the flowers and the tree as they
softly let out there cries of defeat.
Burning into rubble on the dusty
ground: that was once beautiful.
To hear natures sounds, to have
been suffocated, Strangled by naked
flames. Intoxicated with fumes,
drained from the last breath. Fire
surviving on our oxygen, spreading
it way across the earth, I watch as
configuration forms in front of my
very eyes. Like an illusion confine
Myself, like a liquid type substance.
Human mind conflicting my energy
To defeat the mind of fire to
battle against the air, wind and
the oxygen, to save the land from
nuclear combustion. I shall place my
shields of energy over the earth, and
to suffocate the fumes of fire, to
breathe in every last breath it holds,
being able to stand watching its light
Diminish and be able to sit back and
watch as the magic of nature rebuilds
what evil curses once destroyed.
Skin's on fire
The burning comes from within
It warms but does not consume
Trapped in close
It threatens sanity
Where's the release?
A touch grazes thigh
A new trail blazes
A scream stifled
Where did it go?
Is this falling?
Will the dark end?
The heat rises again
The roller coaster clicks
The glow returns
And it escalates
Too close! Too close!
Feathers and wax melt away
Sharpness erupts
Nipples erect
Arching raises them skyward
Wordless mouth opens
Gaping eyes smolder
Knives slice invisibly
There it is
There it went
Slack trumps form
Laying flat without thought
The darkness returns
Void envelopes
But gravity returns
It pulls upwards
Towards the sun again
Towards pain and ecstasy
A growing
conflagration;
desire,
a forest fire
metastasizing
like cancer.
You are
like honey
drizzled
on my tongue.
I drink you
in gulps; my crying
hunger for you consumes...
me.
I crave you that much!
(Yalto)
STRAND completely new (3) any theme any form
Contest Judged: 7/1/2020 (Winner: 1st Place)
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
"Yalto" is a form invented by yours truly
Lines 1-15: 3,4,2,4,5,3,2,3,2,3,3,5,6,1,5 syllables
Date written: 07/01/2020
Yield me back control so you can be at peace.
While frantically clutching, I frequently stumble.
submerged in an underworld inside artifice.
For a glimpse of truth, as it seems to crumble.
While frantically clutching, I frequently stumble.
Making adjustments to personas for success
For a glimpse of truth, as it seems to crumble,
While culture avoids rivalry or fake happiness.
Making adjustments to personas for success
I have multiple characters for maximum effect.
While culture avoids rivalry or fake happiness.
I'm not known to the crowd, as you might expect.
I have multiple characters for maximum effect.
Aiming for true integration through a disguise.
I'm not known to the crowd, as you might expect.
I hazard wearing a mask that you may despise.
Aiming for true integration through a disguise.
During this time, songbirds that are asleep sigh.
I hazard wearing a mask that you may despise.
My heart breaks for the rainbow moon nearby.
By the time songbirds that are asleep sigh,
Many sides ignite a journey into the unknown.
My heart falls on the rainbow moon nearby.
I must persevere till I feel peace skin of my own.
Many sides ignite a journey into the unknown.
Submerged in an underworld inside artifice.
I must persevere till I feel peace skin of my own.
Yield me back control so you can be at peace.
Written: June 04, 2023
The heavens rupture in a scream of gold,
As Michael’s legions face the dark of old.
Once Lucifer, the brightest morning star,
Now leads the renegade brigade of war.
The Light-Bringer ignites a cosmic flame,
To strike the throne from which his glory came.
Then Satan strikes, the adversary grim,
With million-winged horrors following him.
Great cherubim with burning, spinning wheels
Crash into mountains as the galaxy reels.
The Prince of Darkness swings a blade of night,
To slice the feathers of the sons of light.
Beneath the thunder of the holy shield,
Destructive Abaddon divides the field.
Apollyon unleashes plagues of fire,
To turn the silver towers to a pyre.
While Gabriel’s silver trumpet sounds the charge,
Against the shadow growing fierce and large.
Old Beelzebub, the bitter Lord of Flies,
Pits swarm against the lightning of the skies.
And worthless Belial, with lawless spears,
Pierces the music of the celestial spheres.
The ancient Dragon thrashes in the cloud,
Wrapping the sun inside a bloody shroud.
The Prince of Lies morphs into holy forms,
To trick the angels mid-assault in storms.
But righteous blades of judgment cut him through,
Exposing the decay beneath the view.
The Tempter twists, but steel of truth prevails,
Against the heavy armor of his scales.
Cruel Mephistopheles seeks out the weak,
Where wounded seraphs can no longer speak.
Yet the supreme Evil One is forced to yield,
As holy lightning sweeps across the field.
Cast down, the rebel host begins to drown,
Leaving the scorched and broken heavenly crown.
Epilogue: The Aftermath
The smoking skies fall silent, cold and gray,
As ash and broken feathers drift away.
The scarred horizons heal with quiet grace,
But shadows now infect the cosmic space.
Deep in the dark, the fallen nurse their scars,
Plotting vengeance underneath the stars.