Best Lava Poems
Rising on island,
Mountain, with peaks of possibility,
Valley lush and green.
When my knees collapse, lightning and thunder -
Call it butterflies.
The palms warmed and cooled us, warned us, fooled us.
Explosive, our love -
Once conjoined, often drifting in the sea,
Eyes leaping with fire.
Hot Lava, Lover,
Have we been here before? You’re smoking hot!
Hearts of stone, lifting upwards, tears running,
Drifting on riffraff.
Outbreak of chortling might redirect winds.
La la…ooh…la la.
Sips of berries and pineapple; we share
Icy tropical
Attempts to cool things down; steam underfoot.
Ebb and flow of raft,
Seeking to poke embers - attentive ears.
Hot Lava, Lover,
Have we been here before? You’re smoking hot!
Collapse of civilization, in grass
Skirt, paradise shirt,
Atomic timing sans wearing a watch.
Heads buried in sand -
Lips meeting in molten-red, not passive,
Dirty and tender.
Swimming in sweep of lava lake, suntan-
Baked, gliding upwards,
Climactic eruption, falling with love.
Hot Lava, Lover,
Have we been here before? You’re smoking hot!
We ride the flume of volcanic weather,
Can’t raise the tall man,
Seek the insane chance of sane survival -
Valiancy in strife.
Man and wife seeking each other’s island -
Pieces fit just right.
Synchronic habitation, breathing room.
Volcano’s, how old?
In the end it shuts its mouth… a whisper
Hot Lava, Lover,
Have we been here before? You’re smoking hot!
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A poem lifted from my lifes delightful memoirs in jubilations
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Beauties virginal night lost within, my lipstick loves, coronation ~
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* “An Excerpt, From Page 69” *
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"...And then she spread amid her desires, my soft yet burning thighs
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Clutching unto her flowing locks tightly, as I closed my loving eyes*
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Lingering upon my wet lips her very own; ecstasies design ~
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Squeezing my breast as I moaned she entered, our destiny defined..."
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“Amid Raptures, Lava Lake of Love.”
* “Dedicated * Unto All of The Beautiful Girls In The World.” *
Forbidden touch
Among the reddish light
Burning sensation
Chase-
The lava blobs have no fixed form,
Each rising, glowing in a surging storm.
They gather, swell, then they drift apart,
Ascending from a soft, warm, molten heart.
Each shining bloom appears by chance,
Like new romance in a fleeting dance.
No shape is promised, none can stay!
Yet every bloom brightens someone's day!
Lava lingers, oozes, slow and wise,
It never asks, nor wonders, reasons why.
It climbs with hope, then sinks with disgrace,
Leaving warmth well behind without a trace.
Its flow is mesmerizing to see,
Each pulse returns, yet differently.
Like waves that break upon a shore,
Or clouds that churn, billow, and soar.
Love, too, will swell, gently yield,
Reshaping all that lies below concealed.
It folds and melds, to find more space,
Surging in moments of brief borrowed grace.
No form can hold what hearts pursue,
Yet every change reveals something new.
Billowing, beyond what hands have caught,
Until the longing, finds the shape it sought.
Lava cake, lava cake
Erupting in my tummy.
Chocolate cake and hot sauce,
Yummy, yummy, yummy.
Out of the oven it comes
Bubbling and piping hot,
Squishy raspberry filling,
I could eat the whole lot.
Lava cake, lava cake,
It's my favourite dessert,
And every time I make it
I eat it 'til I hurt.
I never count the calories,
It would ruin all the fun.
If I ate all that I wanted
I'd probably weigh a ton.
Lava cake, lava cake,
It's so quick and easy to do.
You really should give it a try,
I know you'll love it too.
for the "Dreamy Desserts" contest
oh my oh my
my soul is on fire
what shall i do
when i am drowning in desire
i see your lips so full and lush
i imagine your stature so masculine
but not rough
when i see you oh my
my knees become wax
and i melt i melt
into a puddle of lava
i'm on fire burning and longing
for your very touch
just an embrace
is enough to send me to dust
but no you'll never know how i feel
i am too shy
but love you forever i will
Poetry is Lava Flow – A Poet’s Worth
If “the laborer is worthy of his hire”
is the poet worthy of his “fire”?
Poetry is lava flow
erupting from the heat below
scalding scent of hatred’s heat
simmering haze of passion sweet
curtain call on molten stage
setting pen and page – ablaze.
Release the seeds of joy or pain
erase the psyches crippling stain
dance around the flame that frees
dance across the lettered keys.
Heed the rumblings at the core
of inky lava seeking shore
freed from the belly of the beast
eased by cool of steamed release.
5/26/2015
submitted to – A Poet’s Worth – Poetry Contest
sponsor – FJ Thomas
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Stones I Have Known
I know that stone - scoured smooth beneath the tread
Of workers' feet too early out of bed.
It sparkled finely to my childish sight,
A treasure rare, lit up by morning light.
Its drooping lip a quiet toddler's seat
For gazing out at life along the street.
At Junior school, the stones were black and grim,
High walls around to keep us all within.
The seashore stones provided wealth untold,
On mudstone flats glint ammonites as gold.
And Oh! that rock still there upon the beach,
There was a time it soared quite out of reach.
Much later then, the stones that edged the moors,
Of grit and dark the wildness there endures,
Drew up our youthful spirits high aloft
To bleak lands, ancient trackways, peat bogs soft.
In coastal city, built on trembling clays
And windswept mudbanks, were my student days
Swift spent beside the chain-worn granite blocks
Which formed the landscape of th' ancient docks.
The stones of London were a different breed,
Erected there to grace a civic need.
The Cenotaph, old Nelson and the rest,
Erratics planted raw at our behest.
In foreign parts, on beaches where we lazed,
By lava sheets - rough frozen in such crazed
And weird anthropomorphic shapes and planes.
When trippers leave the vista pure remains.
I know those stones on sparkling river bed.
New children play arranging pebbles, red
And white. It makes a pleasant place to sit -
I stay awhile rememb'ring all of it.
My final stone I do not know at all.
I haven't seen it yet as I recall.
* donkey stone --soft sandstone historically rubbed on the edge of a doorstep to create a pale line so that the edge is easier to see.
Rolling in the tides of time,
the larger rock a pebble now,
Rattle crackles with the others
in the squirming gravel’s maw.
Up back down - up back down,
persistent, insistent waves of the tide of time:
Boisterous thundering; rolling, boiling cannon roar,
returning calmed in rushing brine.
Pebbles flash dance in sandy froth,
razzle-dazzle in cross tide ripples,
Mingle there with beaches flotsam
bright shiny in the sparkling stipple.
Relentless seesaw ebb-tides, sliding grinding
the pebble to sand in timeless wave labor;
Ground so fine its powder dissolving:
pebble flesh now sea foam vapor.
Eternal flow of lava birth,
pebble life resumes on earth.
There once was a boy
Named Java Lava Joy.
One day Java was climbing a mountain
To get to the fountain
At the mountain top.
Suddenly he heard a bop!
Then came bursting so much lava
Down the side of the mountain that Java
screamed with terror!
He wasn't aware of the lava's color
Or the lava's burning heat!
Java jumped off the mountain
and landed on his feet!
He ran to his mother,
packed their bags, took some other
family members, and caught a plane.
Even though he would rather
go stay with his brother
than stay with his aunt and uncle,
Aunt Rant and Uncle Runckle.
They'd prepared for lava over ten years
The thought made his eyes filled with tears!
But everything was better when they got there
And after a while he did not care.
Aunika Alch
Age 11
Undulations on the horizon
Leave a most beautiful sight
As their outline becomes clear
Whilst the sundowns at night
Above these darkened ancient
Are different colours of cloud
Their beauty quietly shows
For to me they shout out loud
As the suns about to sleep
I see an orangey pink lava flow
Cascading across the dark
Momentarily a beautiful show
Then suddenly in the blink of an eye
What's seen is now gone forever
For the memory will always live on
When I die, what I've seen, is treasured
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Exploding into this life so dreary
Nights spent lonely and angry
Fire in her heart like a match
Her raw roar lit my perfect match
Her fireworks stole my sight
An amazing display, shinning bright
Drawn to her rumbling hum
Her smoking uncontrollable charm
Her love is hotter than nuclear
Intense passion with no fear
She announces her molten heart
Into my life with thunder and heat
Burning love in her ambiguous stare
She exists in a hot country flare
Born in the shadow of a crater
A predator, only fears the Creator
When darkness peals the sunlight
And sparks holds her still as night
Her heart filled with ashes of delight
I'm her man of steel to smelt, my kryptonite
Lava skies cast bright yellow beams onto Earth's vast homeland
*Entered into Monoku contest
When our volcano erupts
Love-like lava
Lava-like love
Has begun to flood
Lipstick kisses, our hot river
Hug quakes
Thighs sigh, thrust, quiver
Our fountain will always shower, deliver
Zeus commanded Venus,
And placed us on a blue Zenith
Atop our own mound,
Not a living shadow around
Undiscovered map,
Completely oblivious
If we get lost, in my pocket,
I have a compass
The moon is in its' gibbous
Then the rainbow market of flowers
Darkened down beneath
Turned themselves green ugly
Wind began to curse and cuss
There will be no dividing or conquering us
Legs, like roots
Arms, wrapped and suction like the octopus
The closest star to this globe, rose
So far yet so close
Fought against the waves
Victorious again, against our atmosphere
Peeked along the equator
As it did for the Pagans and Romans
Ancient times and now..........
Two thousand sixteen years later
I place it in your palm my lava lover
We'll scale back up our volcano
When the sun climbs down for its' slumber
Bathe in our lava love forever