Best Firestorms Poems
A marionette to the mind,
Whispering fading schematics,
Deluging the heart and soul, in a
Juxtaposition of good and evil,
Betwixt Heaven and hell, amidst
Snowdrifts that swirl before my eyes, while
Spiritless shadows restlessly carouse;
Discordantly, far from reach,
Vagrantly ambling across
Deadened Arcadias, glimpsing
Floating embers, in wake of
Vivid firestorms, swallowing me whole,
Faltering with every step I take,
Decelerating towards the escape I seek,
As it rhythmically scars my timorous nature,
Awakening the monsters hidden deep within-seeing red-
Bleeding out miasmic toxins, as noxious
Spores erupt, immersed in a haze of austerity,
While it seeps and saturates, throughout
Malignant wounds exposed, undulating between
The storms of push and pull, as daunting
Tasks, of rippling sequences, splits my
Chasmic core.
Soulless footprints are all that remain, as
Moon tides wash ashore, ebbing away
Towards dystopian depths.
Categories:
firestorms, feelings,
Form:
Free verse
Aurora's Magic
The midnight wind splashes magic
Across a canvas of velvet ebony
When Aurora twirls in a winter dream.
Sparks of fantasy light up a fandango dream
Dancing neon waves spin with celestial magic
Electric rivers, purple-green, flow through stellar ebony.
Firestorms of enchantment play upon ebony
Showers of splendor sparkle in rosy dreams
Rippling prisms casts spells of dappled magic.
Dappled magic enchants ebony midnights with Aurora's dream.
Categories:
firestorms, color, dance, dream, night,
Form:
Tritina
8-16 Lines of Fall Splendor – 9-12-23
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Storms of Fall Splendor
Whirlwinds of splendor jitterbug in back streets,
Autumn’s song breathes in a blizzard of umber,
Downpours of vermillion create flushed retreats
Crimson cloudbursts, impetuous as thunder.
Tempests magenta scuttle on winding roads
While squalls of cerise in warm copper whorls twirl
Gusts of red garnet blow across the crossroads
And, like gales of laughter, orange giggles swirl.
Russet storm winds blow in dazzling fandangos
Auburn firestorms spin in scarlet enchantment
Ethereal fogs spin gusts of gold tangos
Flurries of sunlight – autumnal event.
Showers of glory chant in mistrals of red
Twisters of ruby across fields and moraines
Outbursts of amber, maroon brouhahas spread,
On waiting roads, sidewalks, avenues and lanes.
Categories:
firestorms, autumn, color, storm,
Form:
Rhyme
A. W. Nutter
Firestorms struck, killing man kind
Ivory towers quickly turning to dust
Treasures and fortunes all left behind
Melting, burning and gathering rust
Nuclear winter, locks the world in ice
Destroying the rest of God's creation
Man's destruction brought on from vice
Fitting testimonial to his depravation
Sun unable to penetrate the clouds
The rain continuing its endless siege
Cleansing the once fertile grounds
Nature reclaiming her lost heritage
Forests grow, at accelerated rates
No longer barren, fields turn green
Animals, the only creatures God creates
To inhabit the new garden of Eden
Categories:
firestorms, imagination, natural disasters, religion
Form:
Rhyme
Fire – Of Ancient Origins
Anthropological dawning’s
Cave walls with lit magic drawings
Of firestorms
Sacred mystical deity
Cavemen prayed with fidelity
For firelights
Their children delighted and grew
History ignited the fuse
On fireworks
Created by: Earl Schumacker on 11/19/14 for - Fire, Earth, Wind, - Poetry Contest
(Theme is – Fire)
Categories:
firestorms, adventure, age, culture, fire,
Form:
Rhyme
From a flicker of flames that spark up, hot and white
Inimitable heat rises up through the night
Reaching out, with it's fast, fiery fingers to take
Everything that lives, breathes or stands within it's wake.
Fire attacks, like a wicked, mad angry demon
It sears, scorching paths that destroy in due season
Firestorms can consume with a destructive passion
Like a wild, unpredictable temper tantrum.
A necessity for life, fire brings warmth and heat
An invaluable source, to cook what we eat
It can bend ore and iron, create what man wills
Whether cars, great ships or guns, for good or for ill.
A veritable force on our earthly domain
Fire's might, in it's grand glory, will ever remain.
Written on 4/18/2016
Categories:
firestorms, fire, nature,
Form:
Didactic
FIRE OPERATIE. (operatie is Dutch word for operation in English)
F ine matter in combustion with oxygen too luculent,
I ncandescent fire's poise flares up its ligament.
R esourceful if used with a well crafted stroke,
E nds up in its originality into a smoke.
Barbeque pomfret dances on the hot grill plate,
Fella operant is harum scarum,focus drifts to marr,
Fish a dish untowardly gets blackish straight,
Penchant of the palate now becomes a scar.
Water cycle disturbed,soil has furious fire,
Ex improviso calamities,lava,firestorms dig deep,
Diseases new to skin pop up,scorching rays conspire,
Greed of us if controlled,time again will reap.
Flambeau flickers soothing fire,inner heart purges,
So many wants wanted,this is what one urges.
Contest:Elements Part 4.
Sponsor:Brian Davey.
01/05/2016
Categories:
firestorms, feelings, fire, fish, imagery,
Form:
Sonnet
Pappy dove through firestorms and hazards, blindly!
Burning both hands, losing a patch of skin and
Hopeful, Helpful, Rescuing, did it kindly
Saving poor Henry!
2/28/2019
Categories:
firestorms, analogy, anger, appreciation, emotions,
Form:
Sapphic stanza
Scents of burnt embers flowing over my windowsills
Charred are the palm tree fronds that
once fanned the breeze
Seized are the pods, timbers
Torches sparking shrills
Behold the ashes drifting
as they fall from my smoke-sooted skies
O but in b 'tween choking and tearing eyes
Bright orange-colored clouds shade
So fiercely they invade
If you look West…
The 'golden glow’ shall arrive
He who heeds the warning
and flits, may survive
A brush fire has lit the landscape
furiously waves its crimson cape
Tangerine smoke suspended in time
surrounds the hills all around me
congesting the natural scenery
Arousing anxiety, anticipating
the scale of the expansion its spreading
Swirling fire, twirling tornadoes
ravishing existence in its pathway
Flames so blinding that align the sunset
In my field of vision – I’ll never forget
Frightful yet surreal,
I hear myself whisper it’s not real
Nonchalantly, Winds sweep in firestorms
Notorious for its name the ‘Santa Anas’
Lingering, its breath; smoggy haze swarms
The brave battle the blaze, corral the flame
As the hills die, an obstinate inferno resurges
"To extinguish life" its aim
Like the Phoenix rising again and again,
but this isn't the Phoenix
it is something sinister
Guide us along the road to a safe place
Away from the drought,
O home, there is not a trace
Chaos turns on every cornerstone
I’m back where I started, I atone
Circling all areas, as others do —I do
With nowhere to flee vs warnings to eschew
Perhaps I’ll make it to the highway
with westbound caravans I’ll stay
There I’ll keep alive
If you just look to the West…
The ‘Orange glow’ (fire) has arrived!
Categories:
firestorms, anxiety, confusion, fear, fire,
Form:
Rhyme
The horizon gives her shelter
For another night
To rest her rays and firestorms
Till dawn calls for a light
Then up again she rises
To herald in another day
With a veil of mist and fog
In the valley down our way
Above the houses now she shines
Too bright for eye to see
Yet we can feel her heat
As we take shade beneath a tree
The busy bees are buzzing
In the foliage up above
While in the pond two amorous frogs
Are struggling to make love
Now her meridian she has reached
And we can feel her power
Drenched with sweat and baking hot
The only respite, a cold shower
Before too long she will dip
Below her blue horizon
To end for us another day
With lots of legs to spy on
Then she will take her leave from us
For yet another night
Leaving us with sunburnt skin
That’s shining cherry bright
Without her life would not exist
The planet could not survive
So sun please rise tomorrow
To keep mankind alive
Categories:
firestorms, funny, sun, planet,
Form:
Free verse
Fire, fire around us…
Fire burning from the top of the mountain,
down to the sea surrounded by fire…
Grass, brush, and trees are just glowing ambers…
Fire fighters on the ground while water dropping
helicopter are all around, drawing up water from the
sea, brought back to drop over the hot spots …
Here come the water tankers they are a blessing
between them and the helicopters we should soon see relief…
Such a shame what fire does, and it was that
idiot playing around, like to look at the flame dancing…
Water shred gone homes burnt to the ground
and yet that idiot is still running around…
What justice we should have to put these fools behind
bars, lock them up and throw away the key…
Firestorms are nothing you want to see, and when the
season gets hot and dry who are the nut cases that televise…
Newspaper and newscaster should learn a thing or
two keep there opinions to themselves for all they
do is let those idiots know when prime time to burn…
When property is lost you can rebuild but
when a life is lost they are gone for good…
By Sandra Lea Hoban
©2012
Categories:
firestorms, dedication, fear, natural disasters,
Form:
Narrative
Eyes closed I see
shapeless shadows moving
hurrying at times but lazy
A fire burning at a front
acid burning in a crooked line
changing something, refining
A steady wing blowing from NE
a man with his head on fire
wind carrying the fire to burn dead wood
hear music soaring beyond and
above melody and harmony
not from a known genre or instrument known to man
The torso of a woman in fetal position
no arm nor legs, but smiling
long dark hair moving in a breeze
becoming a river of angels moving
through stormy clouds
Eyes open I see
shapeless shadows moving about
hurrying at times but lazy
Get a hunch of dark times coming
of earthquakes and firestorms
and of an abundance of goodness
to come.
Categories:
firestorms, dark, devotion, inspiration, visionary,
Form:
Free verse
Your face,
that of an angel.
Your giving soul,
of beauty.
My life,
in storm,
lost,
adrift,
then,
my heart anchored,
in paradise.
I should never have been so lucky,
waves of dread had swamped me,
but you, a gift of beautiful,
a gift of rescue,
of buoyancy.
Our speech is golden,
words rich with raw honesty,
a prelude to firestorms and hurricanes.
A fragile beginning,
delicate sunbeams,
shining through our broken glass hearts.
we focus,
we ignite,
a merging never before experienced by my withered soul,
a euphoria,
only accomplished when minds and flesh unite in absolute love,
and time is lost now,
worldy existence is all but a blur of amnesia,
you are everything now,
just everything,
the hand, the glove,
the land I love,
Just everything.
My home found.
Yet, what else, what more to discover?
I possess infinite regret for leaving your harbour.
Other land held no such bounty.
Bitter fruit from withered branches, on hollow trees.
Oh how I dream of you now,
but I am a shipwreck,
my vessel is broken.
My heart beats with burning memory,
the rising tide does not extinguish.
If I could only remember how to sail,
if only I could forget.
Categories:
firestorms, lost love,
Form:
Free verse
A Debt
I’ve known whirlwinds
that swept me off my feet
earthquakes
firestorms
and ice
colder than
backs turned in darkness
goodbyes so final you’d thought
“someone died”
laced with the words
“get out”
I’ve heard doors close
sealed
like coffin lids
never to be opened
less to exhume a rotted thing
phones hung up with no
polite human word
wonder of why you
times with hurt
neither rain or night
can ease
I’ve had hopes
daydreams
fantasies
make it magic
you could almost touch
belief so strong
you glowed
with nothing real but thoughts
Yes,
I understand
it’s a tragedy
or a debt
7/30/17
Categories:
firestorms, dark, lost love, sad,
Form:
Free verse
In A Perfect World
There once was a perfect world The future will yield yet another world of perfection
We shall not presently bother with the former perfect world,
Nor even shall we engage ourselves with a future one
Moreover, in a perfect world, War industries have ceased; farming machinery now blossoms
I see no wars but peace abounding; I see only love and no hate, food and provisions for all; clean air, clear water; no poverty
No earthquakes, firestorms, and no tragedies
Everyone of earth’s 6 billion plus sleeps in peace and eats contentedly
I see rain in due season; no destructive ocean storms for any reason
There is no United Nation, nuclear proliferation or Mutually Assured Destruction; no bombs, guns, and tanks
I see no fighting over ranks, but giving of thanks
Jails and prisons are obsolete, there’s no criminal to seek
The evil hearts and the proud heads have disappeared; and the world has opened its arms for the pure and meek
Travel and touring are vastly popular, and planes never crash
There’s no CIA or covert operations anywhere; no terrorism blasts
There’s no more pain; no sicknesses or outbreaks killing masses
It’s a world of beasts and birds; one of insects and fish
They roam the air, the sea, the vast jungles and wilderness
None are wild nor eat each other, but feast the land’s bounty
02112016PS Contest, In A Perfect World
Categories:
firestorms, animal, bird, change, peace,
Form:
Prose Poetry