Best Molten Poems
the molten ice cube
appeases the cayenne-tongue -
clemency of judge
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You capture me tightly, like a trance,
enrapturing me, from very first glance,
excuse me, may I have this dance?
And who knows? Maybe a chance,
it could all end in sweet romance?!
Holding your hand, on strolls through the coast,
one pleasure to treasure, I'd enjoy the most,
Life dreams into you, as if by remote,
whilst I've got these words stuck in my throat,
screaming for you, higher than thermals, these babies float.
You centre me towards my zone,
to capture each word, make it my own,
farming seeds of thought re-grown,
Our intimate workings, each are knowing,
ensures raging rivers of lust are flowing,
it's either cumming or it's going,
all the same, ecstacies throeing,
you can't beat the embrace, at the climax of the race with silly smiles upon our face!
The feel of your skin, to inhale your aroma deep within,
like an oasis in my deserted life so far,
freeing emotions like open a jar,
you make me feel like a shooting star,
come to me, wherever you are,
fragments of reality, we each hold a piece,
come to me my darling, lets share a kiss! XX
©John-Ovan.P.Hull
I really truly don't know
why
some things under the
sun and sky
attract and catch my
fancy
Quite queerly they
happen to be
hot melting smelting
solids
that melt into exquisite
liquids.
Take for instance heated
liquid gold
molten glass or molten
brass
and to watch magma
'neath the earth's fold
Ooh I love just about any
melting mass.
With similar bizarre
ecstasy and fascination
do I always watch
onscreen molten lava
Gliding in serpentine
turns, oblivious of my
admiration
Ah, I just love all that
golden molten mass
Sometimes I even have
such an eccentric craving
to watch just any solid
beauty melting smelting
that I satisfy this craving
by simply imagining
the honey to be some
liquid fire gold
in a crystal clear jar and
liken it to
a metallic gold syrup in
the furnace burning
As if it were stagnant
mini-lava
right before me glowing!
As for other mesmeric
things
that I find real eye-
catching
are those which
everybody else finds
ravishing.
And they are in all shine
dazzling diamond dust
Magical celestial stardust
Glittery terrestrial gold
dust
in mankind's metallic
materialistic lust.!
But I, I am allergic to
dust!:) ;)
river of molten gold seeking glorious heights
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 8 in Rick Parise's "Nature Monoku - Single Line" Contest - Jun 2011
While thunder rolls over the scene:
lightning bolts, ignite tinder trees.
Plummeting drops douse the ground fires:
but, torched by cinders, the trees' crown.
Suety smoke inks ebon clouds;
while thunder rolls over the scene.
Terrified of loud thunderstorms,
critters flee the stench of burnt wood.
Strong gusts morph into swirling winds
lofting plumes of hot embers high.
While thunder rolls over the scene,
molten lightning lights up the sky.
Dwindling fuel feeds fire's demise;
when the wind shifts upon itself.
Forest fires die out over time,
while thunder rolls over the scene.
With pure silk curves, wrapped in a rose,
Loosely sharing her neck,
Those ripples of love along her hard heart,
Her round and vivid perfect,
She was loved with a wine, she swam in the light,
She danced with a flickering flame,
‘Til she slept with the fire in burning hot coals,
That’s when she slowly became,
Broken and frail, a unique beautiful,
Warped to having no worth,
Warped, worn, contorted, not belonging to here,
She became at one with the Earth,
Now she lies on the ground, forgotten alone,
Beauty is now in the past,
She’s the rock solid ooze of once beautiful,
She’s a molten down bottle of glass.
When Squirrel And Molten Iron Meet
Iron melts releasing angry ores
Molten *liquifications flow blood red below
Disgruntled veins twist beneath the Earth
Deranged rivers on volcanic burst
Squirrel jumps at this opportunity
Mimics strange metallic sounds
Melting squeaks cannot be heard above the tumult
Wire haired creature sweats, filled with fear
By the banks of hell and heat before retreating
Smart enough to leave such dangerous elements
There are no acorns to be found along the lava flow
Trees burn and so do living things in irons agony alone
Note: (* I invented the word liquification for your reading pleasure and entertainment.)
My heavy heart placed a stone on my eyes of sorrow
Unshed tears collected in the cauldron of deep sorrow.
Your demise had shattered my heart, it silently wept in woe
Words formed out of pain, remained unsaid in deep sorrow.
The deluge of grief drowned the memory shards sinking slow
The anchor disappeared within the shadow of deep sorrow.
In incised vale of agony as silent stream tears began to flow
It was lost in the searing sand of dismal desert of deep sorrow.
The touch of sympathy and words of calm kindness though
Soothed the splintered mind, lifted the shroud of deep sorrow.
Flood surge came, swept my composure away, why I didn't know
I couldn’t hold my heart melting in the eyes in deep sorrow.
______________
February 28, 2022
For A Brian Strand Formed Poetry Contest
wrestles hearts beating alone tonight
love has gained yet sometimes love has lost humanities heaviest of cost
you stood outside in your nice skirt in the rain
waiting for your love to come
then in an instant he was there
now he holds her
for when he looks deep into her eyes he could see his future
filled with bright beauty of the hope for tomorrow
amidst all the sadness & sorrow
shelter lies dormant amidst its beckoning plow
sadness fill her eyes once again for he departs
leaving her a stranger in a strange land
her whole soul permeates for a reason to believe in
out of the corner of her eye
she spots a reflection of a woman torn in circumstance
not willing to take part in the dance
yet she still longs for tender romance
a break in her routine away
from all the hurt and mockery
now living in a land of make believe
light & love
two hearts return together again this time best of friends
shattered glass on the parchment floor
lest I implore another opened door by way to willingly explore
for love is the essence of her existence shun the resistance
light of illumination
sullen brevity
captures the mere vortex of her eye
hands, eyes & feet
a place to meet and greet
smiles
inside she still hides her soul permeates to a lavish decorum
to relish in the way of better days
to capture sweet reflections of her past
having so much fun with a hope that it would last
one hand to hold a heart will mend
a visitation filled with gratitude in her illustrative thoughts
she dances in a ring of fire yet throws off its challenge with a shrug
molten hot lava love
The clouds of pathos rose from the sea of sorrow,
the storm surged from the horizon of mind’s visage,
melted in many streams of tear to torrentially flow
like the rushing rills of rain drops on face of foliage.
All the clouds didn’t dissolve in the deluge of grief,
a solitary clump held the tear drop in emotion deep,
like rain drop concealed in the fold of sodden leaf,
waited in me to wail for the promises I couldn’t keep.
Before the end of our pledged journey you’re gone,
forlorn I’ve crumbled in the debris of the fallen sky.
The hidden cloud clump melts in remorse I discern,
as it upwells within me all the restraints I feel it defy.
The spent sun sets in the ruins of my broken heart,
my dismal life can’t rise from the dark dust of despair.
As the destined time comes for me to finally depart,
for you, the cloud of memory melts one last drop of tear.
Written : February 5, 2019
May 28, 2020
Contest : Brian's Choice Y
Sponsor : Brian Strand
dark jigsaw clouds
simmer above the molten gem
ablaze in an amber sky
the flaming pearl sinks low
nestled in the hill
as its embers fade
savage was the bond of weakness;
we were hiding behind the pain
of decline, abdicating the singed shrine
of nameless opposition, nowhere the roots
were reaching the bottom of truth, I ran
like river of life amongst the flames, you try to
resuserstate a dozing century by burning
poems, every wen fighting the jinx,
counting the tiny deaths
give me your locked secrets of fire
let me face the cold-blooded murder
in caldron of dead lips
SATISH VERMA
Yes, we are older ladies.
All with molten hips and knees,
Agnostic or Catholic fantasies?
Nothing like a good chick lit.
Who on earth wrote this blip?
Love is pulsating away,
I'll enjoy this book today!
His eyes, molten amber in the midday sun's rays, shine with an intensity that takes my breath away,
Falling in love with him was an inevitable crime when our gazes met in a moment of eternity,
Those sparkling gems express unspoken feelings, unwritten stories, promises yet to be uttered,
I lose myself in their beauty, remaining motionless, a willing captive in a world created just for us two.
I feel the warmth of his gaze penetrating deep beneath my skin, melting any resistance, any doubt,
I can't control my smile when my heart pirouettes with joy in my chest, quivering with emotion,
His eyes are more beautiful than the starry sky, more hypnotizing than any work of art,
"He's not in love with you," I tell myself, trying to convince myself with beautiful lies, but my heart knows the truth.
"Love never dies, even if it comes from only one side," my heart whispers gently,
He doesn't need to be mine, as long as I am his, my heart will never cry,
For true love asks for nothing, it's only about giving everything without expecting anything in return.
Oh, amber eyes, yellow as the midday sun's rays, reflecting in my lost gaze,
You will burn forever in my heart, a living flame of a love that transcends time and space,
In those eyes with flickering flames, I saw my reflection, more beautiful than ever,
I never felt beautiful enough in front of the mirror, but reflected in those shining gems, I discovered perfection.
Is there an ineffable connection between us, a bond that defies logic and reason?
Perhaps love is just an illusion created by the mind, or perhaps it's the purest form of magic,
But when I look into his eyes, time stops, the world disappears, and it's just the two of us,
Two souls mirrored in each other, two hearts beating in the same rhythm of eternity.
I wonder if he feels the same, if he sees in my eyes the same magic I see in his,
But perhaps it doesn't matter, for in this moment, in this gaze, I have tasted the nectar of immortality,
And even if tomorrow it will all be just a memory, I will forever carry in my soul
The brilliance of his amber eyes, the mirror in which I discovered my true self.
my molten soul
a fountain of raw, liquid fire
my molten soul
lava flows from an empty hole
oozing emotions, flowing dire
Heaven's water, douse my desire
my molten soul