Best Volcanic Poems
On my darkest Day you make me shine
Forever you will always be mine
The Twinkle in your eyes light up my soul
Your Spirit moves through my body and makes it whole
The virtue you have could change the world
I was a sleeping Volcano and you awaken me
The crust was hard and filled with lava
A hot molten rock by just the sight of you
Awoke this Volcano and Lava started to flow
Deep into the ocean seas beyond our control
The lava flowed across land with it’s crust hardening
Then penetrating the land
Once the eruption had ceased this volcano
Was fast asleep bringing peace back to the land
Once causing this land to tremble and become weak
Now brings peace and harmony to the one I speak
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Date: 12/30/2018
At times the soul gets clenched,
in an unspeakable grief.
In a demoniac grip,
it chokes and w r i g g l e s~
The pain of being stung by a dozen scorpions
or hacked piece by piece by an axe.
Tremulous grows the heart, over love that is spent,
Seeks in vain to revive the joy that is gone,
Strains to lift up the veil that d a r k e n s the soul,
Wrestles to come out from the desolate cave of black solitude.
The more it struggles to wade through the mess,
the deeper it plunges into the morass of despair.
Clung on talons of excruciating pain,
wailing a long wail of never being understood,
the mind goes berserk~
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Anytime the volcano might erupt,
emitting fumes of sulphurous smoke,
with asphalt lava, spilling out,
blowing life with its violent breath.
earth cracked ~ lava spurts
sulfur dioxide gas kills
a heartbreaking loss
07/06/2018
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It’s cold and snowy,
The volcano is asleep;
The mountain is big.
Ashes are all around me, like a pompeii horror scene
Scorching lava incinerates the weak and unexpected
Demoralized survivors rise up and rebuild from nothing
Deep within the bowels of the earth
a pressure builds up in intensity
As lava and gases increase in growth
bubbling and seething with angry fury
The pressure continues to build up
directly under the earth's crust
Which finally weakens and blows its top
yielding to the pressure's upward thrust
The action produces a huge crater
through which ferocious flames exit
Painting the sky in a red orange colour
in an awesome fiery exhibit
It's a grand display of fireworks power
generated by Mother Nature
Which reaches out both near and far
in testimony of its grandeur
Clouds of ash and smoke rise up to the sky
spreading for miles and miles around
Obscuring vision both far and nigh
before most of the ash falls to the ground
A thick outpouring of red hot lava
scorches everything that lies in its path
Streaming down the sides of the crater
as it moves on with relentless wrath
Volcanic action has an awesome tale to tell
of what goes on under earth's placid shell
It's where red hot lava and gases dwell
which when released create a fiery hell
VOLCANIC ERUPTION
Eruption! Eruption! Eruption!
It is a volcanic eruption.
The earth makes such a disaster,
But, we blame god for being a blaster.
Killing people without any reason.
Losing property by this explosion.
Flights blocked by this reason.
People dying for being late
Everything has gone behind the date.
Oh! mother Earth,
Don't you have mercy?
Burning these innocent people.
Without any significance before.
Eruption! Eruption! Eruption!
It is a volcanic eruption.
Crimson orb
Steals breath.
Citizens of the world
Emotional turmoil is exploding like a Volcanic eruption
About 50% of you are broke and unemployed
Thanks to greed and corporate corruption
This month it's either eat or pay bills
Food is the best medicine for most, hunger kills
Eventually, hopefully, one day, someone will erase the bottom line
A hurricane of triumph mimic a large magical wind chime
Quality Assurance will mean something, not just a chart
Change will become more normal, not just a shot in the dark
How does sun look like
When it rises from mountain ?
Active volcano !
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Two hearts follow the eyes
Two persons, personalities collide
Too much joy in bedroom
If marriage can't come soon
Casual love, short-term, volcano pride
Volcanic Ash
melted golden ash
rose to mould the travellers
in search of nature
February 1, 2016
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Volcanic Myth
Hard hitting hammer
sparking pyroplastic flows.
Blowing bellows stoke
billowing pillars of fire.
Ash and cinders, remains
of dying white hot coals
pushed violently skyward
cover all in a drab gray.
The earth trembles and shakes
as mighty Vulcan grunts
with each swing of his
muscular arm.
Fiery jets of flame
spew from his pot
as he anneals iron
in the bubbling cauldron.
As he works, torrents
of sweat flow in to the
fire, hissing and steaming
clouds of vapor vented to the sky.
When he tires, or the last
iron has been cast. The fires
are banked and temblors
cease.
Mighty Vulcan rests for
now. Waiting for the next
call from the Gods. Waiting to
vent his wrath once more.
Reality always hurts realizing; some-of truth
A certain degree of formality takes place
And we become against humanity; forsooth
By morality we forgive and life we face
Alas! We change overcoming all brutality
Trying to adapt to ere'; mundane we become
Not all by this stage are dragged to insanity
Only by wise mentality can find back home
Living, facing profanity on this earth is fatality
Taken in an inane equilibrium state; we run
Fearing; over vitality can cause less sagacity
Having been urban ; we now doubt the sun
The moon, stars the ocean even volcanoes
Alas again!!
To my beloved world to fight no more " no chance "
25/01/2017
Tis a new day that hence this moment has broken, a rushing of such beauty from the ashes before. T'was not my heart so long ago that was entombed in sawdust on the ground.
Twisted, disfigured in no way mended, It was also my my mind, shattered lost and attacked by your cancerous ways, your virus had spread.
How harsh the tangled web was you weaved that spun around my broken soul, this in itself holding my already pierced spirit together where before there had been such gaping holes, that into your darkness did I fall.
Yet now on this new day, the morn has broken and the volcanic lava of the suns energising glow seeps into me like blood through my dissipated veins. Like a ghost being filled with a new soul, colour starts to return.
Why this new day has arrived is far greater unexplained but just for the arrival of it I am eternally grateful.
I no longer stand in doubt, not a tangled web in sight, not a lost soul but a trickle in the hillside as it bubbles forth and becomes and eventual river flow.