Best Firelight Poems
Passion burning by firelight
A mystic instigation, of skin against skin
In breathless anticipation, for loving to begin
Outside is the darkness, of a cold winters night
Inside there's a passion, burning by firelight
An excerpt taken from my poem
Between the whispers and the sighs
posted 06,04,2019
For Greg Barden's
Rithimus Divisa 4 Contest
August 06,2020
Sitting in front of the fire, bathed in firelight.
On this cold and windy January night.
Watching the flames as they dance, red, orange and gold.
Feeling the warmth wrap around me, shutting out the cold.
I think of sitting like this so many times in the past.
Thinking the fire, and the moment would last.
That didn't happen, it never could.
But at the time I made myself believe it would.
For the past few years I have sat here alone.
Watching a fire burn merrily here at home.
Sometimes memories come to mind, so clear.
At other times, I keep them from coming too near.
Not wanting to remember times that are long gone,
not wanting to forget, needing them to live on.
"Firelight"
warm fireplace ablaze glowing radiant delight
as embers twinkle shimmering fires to ignite
young lovers sweet kiss ...
while moonlight peeks 'neath sheer veil of night
till sunlight rays embrace fairest sight
smiling at stolen bliss ...
*For Debbie Guzzi's Kindle the Lights Contest.
The wood is piled
my emotions riled
Sweet expectations
settle in my soul
Sweat dappled brows
my emotions drowse
sudden conclusions
fill in the hole
of my heart.
The fire started in the pit
warming ourselves
in it's globe
and there we sit
like two lost elves
waiting to disrobe
Take your time,
Love
The perfect man
does exist.
rlm '09
As twilight now comes, we view a fair maiden,
flushed by the fire, in the hush of the room
after spending her day, where the heather was strewn
The stroke of the brush, shows a blush on her cheeks
She's enthralled by the flame, while a red setting sun,
says a farewell to the day, while she sits in her chair
as the light dwindles down
As she sits by the fire, while she waits for her tea
There is smoke in the breeze, and a whippoorwill song
There is dusk on the meadow, and dew on the hill
as the moonlight enhances the old window sill
She sits and reflects, in the warm amber glow
As the evening is fading, and the fire burns low
With Tabby, her cat, her one faithful friend,
Who sits in her lap, and purrs soft and slow
She will muse for awhile, dream of a far distant lands
She will dream of true love, as the brush strokes will blend
She will imagine her mate in the red fire's flame
while the stroke of the artist, will take us along
Transported by art, transported in rhyme
We are swooned by the paint, and the thoughts that have bloomed
that capture this girl in the room.
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For Isaiah's Contest: Briton Riviere
Based on his painting :........"Fire-Fancies"
http://www.ebay.com/itm/Fire-Fancies-Briton-Riviere-Repro-oil-painting-/160376412482
Entranced, I stared at the fire's rhythmic flicker
My eyes transfixed on the glowing golden flame
The pungent scent of night jasmine grew thicker
Entranced, I stared at the fire's rhythmic flicker
Our romantic whispers became words of bicker
Nothing between us would ever be the same
Entranced, I stared at the fire's rhythmic flicker
My eyes transfixed on the glowing golden flame
The pungent scent of night jasmine grew thicker
Entranced, I stared at the fire's rhythmic flicker
Our romantic whispers became words of bicker
Nothing between us would ever be the same
My eyes transfixed on the glowing golden flame
Envisioning the love we could never reclaim
The flickering, dreamy firelight, does a sultry dance,
Upon the walls of cozy evening, at autumn's arrival.
The fading sun left its memory, the crackling flames;
And bluebird sings sunshine in lush, scented tropics.
The shadows are in rhythm, with the whirling snow,
On the edge of chill November, flying by my window.
In the joy of swift, vivid seasons, blooms are coming,
For when nature's not singing, it's sweetly humming.
The coming of the night
Soft glow of gossomer wings
Dark shades of green
Of Faeries, forest and firelight
The dance at the end of twilight
Amongst the trees
Of Faerie song
Of forest and firelight
Golden flashes in the night
Of blue
Green and red
Amongst the trees
Of Faeries, forest and firelight
Faeries delight
Of embers
Soft and red
As they danced
In forest and firelight
Glitter bright
Amongst the trees
Of moonbeams
Silver star fire
Of Faeries and firelight
Whispering trees looked upon
In shades of green
Faeries ‘ dance
In firelight
Of magical things seen
Magical colours shone
The coming of the dawn
Pink promise
Soft embers and firelight
Faded away
Faeries flew
and began another day
The glass of those large blue eyes cooled the spirit
The morning light streamed through stained glass
Windows streamed golden rays glittered with dust
She coccooned like a precious jewel in a casket
Eloquent flute love songs leaking from the woods
Enchanting hedge of mist Sweet smoke of bonfires
Feasting dancing God and Godess sacrifice of love
Hair in braids picking blueberries playing in woods
Moss-covered trees roots sunk deep in the earth
Wind through leaves whispered of ancient mysteries
The solemn towering circle of huge standing stones
Midsummer jewelled cup of life and harvest cheer
Spearshaft carved with runes Hoofbeats on stone
The setting sun imbued his skin with a red coral hue
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your eyes hold the light
of burnished copper fishes
darting in the waves
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Firelight warm and welcoming
thick fur rug spread before it
candle lights flickering softy
red wine in tall fluted glasses
Rested on the mantle reflected
in the mirror in hazy tones
casting a soothing atmosphere
with an air of expectancy
The hopes of people now long gone
linger adding a peaceful note
inviting lovers to come in
to dally a few hours away
Step inside relax with some wine
let your mind go off where it will
set yourself free let love take flight
embrace love with an open heart
Mystic dancer in the firelight,
spinning, swirling as her soul takes flight,
chasing spirits on an astral plane
and catching them to call by name.
Perspiration beads on her skin,
arms spread like wings of her peregrine,
bracelets jingle and scatter light
and she dances late into the night.
Drummers beat out a strong tattoo,
her tempo quickens, her heartbeat too,
as visions spiral around her head
conjuring spirits of dancing dead.
She slips the veil without a glance,
and shadow-selves begin their dance.
Her falcons carve the moonlit air—
and now she's flying, wild and bare.
The fire sends embers up like stars,
she soars past Mercury and Mars,
hearing old songs in tongues once known,
and bringing back silence, but not alone.
She settles to Earth in the deepening night
as the fire burns low, no longer bright.
A blink, a smile, and her trance subsides
as prophecies in her eyes abide.
You made your mark in my soul
So soft…so subtle…
Yet so indelible, so mesmerizing
When your lips touch mine...
I soar on wings of love for you
As we lay by the firelight
I give you my heart for safe keeping
For you are the sustenance
That keeps me yearning, keeps me burning
Your energy meshes so well with my heart, my soul
The electricity that flows between us
The warmth of your touch
The smell of your skin
Your sweet breath on my neck
I’m sent to Paradise floating on a cloud
When we walk hand in hand
I know you are with me…
With me in body, mind, spirit and soul
What a glorious day when our souls entwined
The tides in the ocean may come and go
But we…
Will always be one
I sit in silence, deep in thought
By the light of a dying ember
The mind forgets, but the heart does not
Imaginations dreamlike splendour.
I sit and dream of an old desire
I think of faces and remember names
They all come back when new things tire
As I sit by the fading fire flames.
Night time thoughts have slipped away
And joy always seems to end
The dawning of a new day
Another day in which I contend.
Everything follows relativity
Good to evil, chaos to symmetry
Thus we must go up and down
Riding cycles round and round
No lines of tangent; we lounge in our lair
Sin's too rampant and we couldn't care
The brightest flames grow quickest yet we dwell in pilot light
Long gone are the days we raged against that night
Does anyone still desire romance? Can all of us live without fire?
Why not feel its burning presence and build yourself an empire?
We need to break these cycles soon
They crush dreams with each turn
Don't you want to embrace our doom?
Set your flame to make the world burn
All we have to do is ride each other's asses
Remove those rose glasses and address the masses
See the whole world, and wonder what to do
Live each moment powerfully and true
or
Keep resting when you aren't tired
And saying go without engine fired
Forget those moments you felt complete
Keep fearing every small defeat
It's impossible to do alone. I've learned it well
Actions are so hard to do with no one to tell
The next cycle spins and there's far less wins
Costs and losses fed by those spreading sins
I want to wholly change for the better
But without witness, I am no bar-setter