Best Crucible Poems

The crucible savant..    by Steven Hudson
(Crucible: A place or situation in which concentrated forces interact to cause or influence  change or development.
  Savant:  a person of learning…)

Through sleepless, hopeless nights
With liquor on breath and dull head
Alone and cold in...

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Crucible

In the vast expanse of life's grand tapestry,

Where dreams are born and destinies take shape,

There lie the trials that test our souls with glee,

And shape us into beings of courage and faith.

Oh, how we yearn for happiness' sweet embrace,

A shimmering mirage, forever in our sight,

Yet...

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Boy
Obstinate, belligerent,
Cursing, fighting, bullying,
Girl, crucible, ring, child,
Relenting, healing, sacrificing, 
Steadfast, kind,
Man...

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Evil is among them,
Or so it truly seems.
Lies afflicting witches,
Is what holds the town of Salem at bay.

Abigail's mistake quickly turns into a terrible mess,
that leads to eternal damnation.
They tell the town that witches are among them,
to gain privileges that others cannot.

John and his wife...

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I can only begin,
To express what its like,
To have gone through such things,
As the crucible hike,
54 hours of torturing pain,
Which only got worse,
When it started to rain,
6 hours of sleep,
Issued 3 MRE'S,
5 recruits dropped,
Overcome by the heat,
After 2 days of hiking,
We were issued our masks,
Taken...

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Dark I stand, cobalt cold and chipped ice 
to the touch. Like a jetty on a winter's day, 
mooring empty, friendless boats jostled 
by vexed waves; bullying the weak. 

But there was a time. I stood like Vesuvius, 
naked to your cause. And hungered 
for...

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IN THE CRUCIBLE OF LOVE

Love
unlike hate
is eternal;
and cannot be
transformed.
Love is
and can only be
its self;
but hate
has many manifestations;
demanding
and expressing evil 
in various deceptive ways—
Seeking to destroy all that is good.
 
Ah, but the goodness of love 
is of God
and is impervious
to the will and destructiveness of...

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In front of the vestibule the dragon slumbers
Atop a skeletal heap of unfathomable numbers
Like the despair that guards my fatigued core
Surrounded by the ruin of all that I implore

Beside the parlor bearing my unadorned diadem
Broods a scorned and jealous leviathan 
As the scarab pushes the...

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Spring came like a crucible-
With a flicker, a spark, a bursting
Into color like a blossoming flame
Out of a crackle of breaking ice-
The sunlight burns through
With the brilliance of revelation
As season blazes into season,
A divine transubstantiation....

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"Poetry is a life-cherishing force. For poems are not words, after all, but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost, something as necessary as bread in the pockets of the hungry." — Mary Oliver


Inside the conscious mind of each poet
dwells stupendous ...

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Crucible

Peer into an unpredictable universe 
Of ambivalent depths
A calyx cul-de-sac tipped up
Into a crucible of the unexplainable
Where curiosity strides into pure moments of mystique
 Fields of glory in bluebells
  Rusted milestones
   Hail ravaged wheat.

Echoes of the prophetic tongue
 Swirl in chanted brews...

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This world’s
sustained drama
seductively alluring,
leaving us
choking on
bits of broken
dreams,
shattered
memories,
ludicrous 
lies …

Time to awaken
from sleep!
Strip away oxgoads
that constrain us,
that restrain us,
that bind us to past errors
preventing success

Allow us to roam
across fields, 
vast and varied,
expansive fields of 
endeavor that speak 
to humanity’s
greatest needs—
Hearts can beat stronger
Lungs can breath...

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As scorching as the spring’s mid-day sun
Muddled with pain from the burn
Fiercely caressing to the bone
Obviously heating to hurt
In silence he mourns
For it hurts with sore 
But diligence he brings to fore
Slowly begetting patience at dawn
And his reward ultimately borne

Yet out of fear 
Hands dare...

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Work of the eyes is done, now
go and do heart work
on all the images imprisoned

— Rainer Maria Rilke


  Crucible: A severe test, as of patience or belief; a trial.  
   and
  A vessel made of a refractory substance such as...

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The Crucible Of Fire

We call it ash,
although more like desiccated granular bone coral.
Whether ash or coral, I will be. 

I am afraid, as I see
through unseeing eyes,
as I feel, even though I cannot feel,
the flickering flames that feed through the doors ahead
waiting for what was...

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