Best Volcano Poems
Spring sneaks through our path in the wake of
hints still left from winter. Snow white pillows have been shoved
and scattered. Timeless treasures of floral engagement blooms,
earthy perfume plants still entering into our world.
Twill nightfall's and an ocean of abstract wildlife
settle for the night or feed under the moonlight.
The early starlet sun rises with hints of scarlet blush
and the pop warmth of tangerine glowing gloss.
I crawled out of my warm sleeping bag and small tent
reborn from a good night's sleep; into a picturesque
cool, and crisp morning on the craters rim
to a view of the cobalt blue lake and hot spring.
12/26/2018
When you sang, dreams croaked, then you ceased to be a volcano,
It was simpler to become a rock, not letting yourself be unraveled by the waves of myopia.
After seasons died in your arms, resigned to your cold might,
You questioned if perhaps all flowers tear their petals in vain for you.
You were left emptied of greenness, a vast void where echoes can't return,
You've lost the appetite for light and horizons, a crownless tree in the purple twilight.
Oh, how you wished to remain the same old fir, clutching a world of rays to your chest,
But you let the day slip into night, you departed to become the leaf you await to fall.
Nymphs in chorus called you to shout again, for the wind to blow in your blue day,
But you stayed silent, and in your silence the tear of the sea extinguished in a fist of foam,
You feared the equinox that doesn't come, the persistent remembrance of a song once drawn,
And you feigned your existence into a white beginning of hibernation, like a silence before a revelation.
Do you believe that once you bloomed, the storm can't break the branch that holds you?
You stopped being the barbarian that made the echo in the mountain laugh at itself,
And in exchange for smiles, a sad pass settled on your face, casting long shadows,
An unanswered question that floats above you, a flight that no longer knows how to reach its destination.
Ah, you’ve lost her, that fearless bird that used to scent the filters of your soul!
You've ceased your word, halted the depth from caressing the root of the sky.
You've forgotten the whirlwind that lifted you above the world, and now you search for meaning,
You are a snail without a shell, feather without flight, a ripple without an ocean, a sky without a constellation.
Is waking harder? Is oblivion gentler than the sweet pretext of remembrance?
You wonder why the stars do not answer your indescribably late call,
The road back seems too long now, legends speak of new beginnings, barren horizons.
Slowly but surely, you lost it... in a pass of slippery fog over your world,
Now you are the slave to your own echoes, seeking a mirror in me so you can breathe once more.
Crater Lake
Looking down high above in sunny skies
A view through aircraft window down below...
A sublime scene of beauty cast in eyes
Of a crater lake, crowned by pristine snow.
The island in its center brought such cheer,
A picture postcard flocked with evergreens,
With a sense of serenity so near
In glory of this lake and what she means.
The deep azure of water shined like glass,
I will never forget our stunning view.
Enchantment stole my heart which came to pass
I vowed to visit there one day with you.
God's hideaway in mountainous terrain,
A sacred sight retained within my brain.
1-13-22 rev.
~Second Place~
Winter Wonders Within Nature Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: M. L. Kiser
*Photo from Wikipedia by WolfmanSF
1-3-19
Sleeping Volcano Poetry Contest~3rd Place~
Sponsor Eve Roper
D~ormant this volcano was; a rock face,
E~ver cynical and mute, gaunt and cold
S~now covers the peak and the hollow place
I~nside a burning heart is kept on hold.
R~esistance fails; love like lava's trace
E~ruptions of emotion, rare as gold.
"Volcano"
Beneath the surface, lava flows;
Deep within, desire glows.
Rivers of passion doth hotly swell,
Surpassing the rampant flames of hell.
While on the surface, calm, serene,
Masking what's hidden, seldom seen.
Even a glimpse is extremely rare,
Unless one is brave enough to dare...
To enter this chasm of enraging fire
And only armed with equal desire.
Written by Artsieladie/Sharon Donnelly
©2014-01-30 07:47:00 (EST)
All rights reserved.
‘ Volcano’ ( or The Perils of Passion )
Volcano … You Inferno ! … You, Latent Threat
… I am not Ready, for Your Rise … just Yet …
So Stay Low and Do Not Throw …
… Your Boiling-So, … Nor Tell-Tale, Glow
Your Trembling Thrill, is Unseemly, So Leave
… Is that Bubbling-Fire, Leaping ? … Not Now, Please !
With Cool-Logic and Reason, Let The Brain- Blow ! …
and Ease the Simmering, Sultry, Steam Below
… Stay Sluggish and Drain thru my Strained-Veins
‘Lest Nothing, but Ashes and Embers Remain
Journey to The Center of The Earth … Don’t Emerge !
‘Lest The Core of My Being … Spill Over and Purge …
Burning This Complacency … This Routine Degree
For this Mercury, could Melt my Civility
or Expose my Feminine – Fear of Falling into Fissure
bringing Scalding Tears and Smoke-Screen Tissues…
… All in His Temperate-Touch, lays my Malfunction
He has Ignited, a Full-Blown, Sky-High Eruption !
Consuming Heat, Please – Show Some Compunction !
Would Moving Further Away, Stop Quaking Expulsions ?
… My Heart is Napalm-Warm … I Know …
but … Does It Have to put on a Shower of Sparks Show ?
Oh, I Can Not Stand This Incinerated Assault, Any More
Not, While, He Persists … To Pour and Pour …
… Too Late, I Sputter … Now, Lava Flows …
Alive-Thing … on Volcano Floes
Caught … In Volcano Throes … …
Molten Sea ... Let It Go
Salty silver silence sips soul
Communicating amethyst anger
The heat fuming like red volcano
Words like white vinegar oozing
Careful what you say during erosion
Can cause damage explosion corrosion
Passion painted with tar and heavy heart
Lighted ignited with precision you spark
When upset you are a ball of liquid fire
Splashing thrashing flailing failing desire
I’ve learned to navigate stay out of way
to ride the tide of your temper one more day
Embrace sweet night the air
Divine the scent of sweet jasmine
Gardens line the streets of Pompeii
Eve's delight wafts on a westward breeze
Only the stars dare compete with the distant rumble
Flashing their pedigree when all seems calm
Naive we be thinking we are safe
Intoxicated with our sleepy dreams
Gargoyles and ghosts meanwhile dance amid a cauldron
Hades from below will soon let out his roar
Tremble Pompeii the night envelops this sudden moment cast in time
AP: 3rd place 2026
POTD August 19, 2026
While kiss by the clouds
Perfect cone remains sober
Fury hides beneath
The subject is one of the active volcanoes
in my homeland, Philippines. Proud to be
one of the nominees in the race for
7 Wonders of Nature :)
THE ERUPTING VOLCANO
blood joy-boiled
gushed between rocky loins
proclaim birth
red hot tears
erupt magnificence
vanquish black
lava pain cool
eruptions promise spring
brief respite
spring dazzles
birdsong forgets fire
mount dozes
sky drizzles
eruption of rebirth
rumbles sweet
terror hides
mountain deep womb veils
future fire
S-ee the perfect cone,
H-iding from its eruption,
A-s the lava flows.
Form: Acrostic Haiku
Fiery mountain blown-off lid
Billowing smoke ash skywards
Molten rock avalanche
MOLTEN LAVA MILES BELOW,
MOUNTING PRESSURE READY TO BLOW.
THE EARTH WILL SHAKE AND BEGIN TO RUMBLE.
TREES WILL SWAY AND BEGIN TO TUMBLE.
VOLCANIC STEAM WILL PIERCE THE SKY.
MOLTEN LAVA WILL START TO FLY.
THE RELAESE OF PRESSURE WILL BUILD A TOWER.
VIEWED FROM SPACE AS A BLOSSOMING FLOWER.
ASH AND ROCKS AND TOXIC FUMES,
CREATE A DEADLY TOXIC PLUME.
MOLTEN LAVA WILL START TO FLOW,
FROM ATOP A MOUNTAIN, DOWN BELOW.
DESTROYING LIFE, IN A METHODICAL WAY.
INCHING ALONG, DAY AFTER DAY.
VOLCANO ERUPTUS WILL TAKE ITS TOLL
WHEN ALL THE ASHES LAND BELOW.
"You are so lovely," said the clouds to the volcano.
"Thank you," the volcano acknowledging clouds' greeting.
"All the people are looking at you each day and taking pictures, videos of you!" swished the clouds.
"I don't feel captivating all the time. I am often sad because I'm the only one standing here alone," the volcano responded.
"I praise you for your simplicity," said the clouds.
The volcano said, "I am more delighted by your creation."
"Why?" asked the clouds.
"Because you are free!" puffed the volcano.
"You're right. I always move around, encircling the world... but I want to try staying in one place, to know how it feels like being on the ground like you!"
"You may not like it," said the volcano. "Though I'm still grateful for being so alive everyday. People perceived us that we will always be the same -- who we are and what we are. Even if we swap positions, it is up to us how we look at ourselves..."
"Now, I realized why we are both blessed," said the clouds.
"Yes. And the people are our spectators who are more blessed for seeing us and having us."
"Active volcano" (haiku) 5-7-5
active volcano:
hot smoke gushes up blue sky
mud cloaks small town fast