Best Volcanoes Poems
Earthquake erupting volcanoes,
And a summer snow storm,
Will anyone heed the warning,
The earth is continuing to warm.
We kill in the name of a deity,
An allegedly merciful being,
And very regrettably,
Don’t cherish the short time we have for living.
Grown men playing a child’s game,
For the obscenely big buck,
And if you are extremely good looking,
You have all the good luck.
The arts are abysmal,
Music is at best humdrum,
The movies are intendent,
For the blind, deaf, and extremely dumb.
Can this madness ever stop?
Will the hatred ever end?
This is the internal conundrum,
We are doomed to repeat again and again.
BEAUTIFUL BEACHES, A Letter to Daniel
By Curtis Johnson
Hi Daniel,
There once was a man living high on a mountain whose name was Harry
Mt. St. Helen was threatening to blow its top, and everyone started to worry
Harry had been there 60 years and thought he would live on to tell his story
So after being warned to evacuate, Harry refused and decided to tarry
Sadly, when the volcano blew, Harry was later found in 40 feet of ashes
It’s interesting at times, that life can be so tame, so sweet, and so calming. Because of our positive experiences, we relax and enjoy seasons so charming Like Harry, we are unconvinced of danger, and need not fear rumors and warnings
Sandy beaches on the oceanfront are beautiful and lots of fun, when all is sunny and bright. For eight years my family and I lived in San Francisco within four blocks of the Pacific. Believe me when I say that the Oceanside is a calming and charming place. We spent lots of time in the Golden Gate Park and on the beach.
One Sunday afternoon, my two small kids and I took a walk across the rocks above the ocean beach. The waves were coming in pretty far, but I thought that we were high enough. I thought wrong. We had not been on the rocks 5 minutes before the waters came splashing against the rocks that we were walking on. I held the kids and protected them from the big splash. I got pretty wet, but no harm was done, and the lesson was well received.
The sandy beaches of life will often suddenly turn into rushing waves of sea salty waters. My friend, there are times when the volcanoes of life will heat up and blow their top. When they do, we best be aware, heed the warnings, and seek higher ground.
Dan, I do not know what you may be going through presently, but I am praying for you. If for any reason you taste those salty waters of what was once a calm and sandy beach, I have every reason to believe that God is going to change things for you. If the volcanoes of your life have blown its top, I have every reason to believe that the ashes will not bury you. When the troublesome adversities of life blow against all of us, God is always both warning and leading us out to safety.
So Daniel, my friend, may we together seek higher ground. Love you. Curtis09262013
Grandma never told me in her stories
How the volcanoes are formed.
Grandma's God created only good things
The green, the sun, rivers, life...
God created Adam's and Eve's heart
From the calmness of Pishon river. *
But without nobody knowing
Fires started erupting in their hearts.
Life is like a river on fire these days
Do you feel something burning inside you?
Small or big, yellow or red...
It’s burning, but we all show a calm volcano face.
Volcanoes opened their heavenly calmness
To embrace the pains and flames of our tears...
Ages together it’s embracing our confessing hearts,
Grandma never told me about volcanoes...
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Note - The Pishon is one of four rivers (along with Hidekel (Tigris), Phrath (Euphrates) and Gihon) mentioned in the Biblical Book of Genesis. In that passage, these rivers are described as arising within the Garden of Eden.
Eruptions echo endlessly.
Spewing forth vile thunder.
Electricity excreted from the bowels of the world.
Pandemonium prevails in the distant lands.
Seismic semblances silently shatter safety.
Doom, Death, Destruction.
The electric volcanoes herald the end of Lotus.
*Not written by me*
*Written by a poet known as "The Black Moon Beckons Destruction" look out for more of his
poems in the "Destruction of Lotus" series.
From across the world
And against all odds
Their prayers were heard
By a Love-struck God.
He heard each's mirrored plea
For someone who brings out the best in me
A caring heart to fill my aching abyss
With passionate lips and Loving kiss.
Trapped and caged in their own unique ways
Yet their desired freedoms were exactly the same
In sweetest of dreams we meet, please remember my name
The mountains rejoiced as the rains swiftly came.
In a far flung corner of cyberspace
I Red your words, my heart did race
We're in the calm amid the eye of a storm
I gave her my heart, I know she'll keep it warm.
I got to know her through her verse
I fell in Love with her through her words
The many ways she teaches me
So many ways she reaches me.
Mutual captivation when our eyes first met
Loyal aspirations to nurture and protect
Such beauty as yours I've never beholden
I see our future gently unfolding.
Those yearning eyes that flutter
In seductive winks
Heart's a churning molten butter
Eye can't resist you, dare not blink.
Your eyes entrance me
my luck says "Chance me
And hold open your arms and heart"
Your loving smile cuts my worries in half.
Like a sun peaking over a mountaintops gradients
She shimmers with a warming inner radiance
With a beauty so deep
It could barely be reached.
She could have five eyes or no nose
And hardly any teeth
Her beauties not only out on show
It's surpassed by the tenderness underneath.
Everything she does never fails to amaze
With cinnamon shades and the highest of grades
I'm madly in Love with a crazy maniac
Maybe that can cure these star-crossed insomniacs
Like the flowing rage of magma
it drapes across the land
sweet and sickly smell of sulfur
Making love to noses up high
down low alike
Lake of fire bubbling about and kissing the kingdom
of the frightened, their fiery smiles blossom
A flower
Singular in its purpose
It buds and pollinates
the rest
Like the flowing rage of water
it sweeps across the land
crisp and clean smell of fresh and new
Tidal waves making love to the land
the noses are full
they come clean in the wash
A light instrument flows, ink darkness; folded within
Flowers; a painless, healing, prescription of treatment
Such secure grounding, found; in glowing obsidian
Happiness; gives sharp antithesis of lifes oblivion
Tectonic; the plate layer produces a fiery quill of lament
A light instrument flows, ink darkness; folded within
Waving; a molten brush of colors, results cascadian
A surgeons gift; to be given, a unique scalpel of torment
Such secure grounding, found; in glowing obsidian
Emotional eruptions; give way to a physical custodian
Islands of hope; from a mind, of seas with dubious intent
A light instrument flows, ink darkness; folded within
Feelings so igneous; venting becomes it's guardian
A healing phase; melting purposely cooled stone indent
Such secure grounding, found; in glowing obsidian
A cinder cone; written to perform acts so tragedian
Dormant, till; the next event of this calderas' fulfillment
A light instrument flows, ink darkness; folded within
Such secure grounding, found; in glowing obsidian
Once in a while, Mother Nature goes mad,
When this happens, all living things get sad,
For when she is angry, things start to get bad,
Volcanoes, and twisters, and earthquakes are glad.
Mother says to her children, "You're free to run wild,
For at this point, I refuse to be mild,
These humans are ruining my beautiful gardens,
And I refuse to give them all pardons."
So we have weather that really gets tough,
Volcanoes and twisters really show their stuff,
And it's sad but the weather, men cannot control,
No matter how much he has made this his goal.
So poets and people all over this world,
Try to be nice or you may get twirled-then swirled,
For Mother Nature may decide to start fighting back,
So she can hold together and mend all those cracks.
As thunder and lightning shatter the night
I feel safe in your arms, held so tight
The rain pours hard, the earth could drown
That mountain rumbles, we hear no sound.
We lay naked by soft candle light
Our bodies writhe as skin collides
And we give ourselves completely
With you in my life nothing shall defeat me.
Our tensions rise in ecstatic cries
The mountain sighs, rains won't dry
But I'm lost in a world of you
I love everything you do.
True, no man may be an island
But you can be my whole world
Monsoons flooding all the dry land
Mountains spewing tonnes of dirt.
To caress you all over
I see the pleasure that it brings
Since you became my Lover
I hear how yours soul now sings.
You take my hand as you took my heart
Gently from the start
We fool around, you stroke my brow
Slowly working down.
You kiss the smile onto my lips
And guide my hand between your hips
That cheeky glance as you teasily undress
Now I know why last always get saved the best.
Your body astounds me
Sheer beauty dumbfounds thee
With perfection on every inch#
Again i'll mention, I don't wanna blink.
You lay back legs opened wide
Eagerly beg me to slip inside
I glide in easy up to the hilt
Lest none of our Love be spilt.
We stayed in tantric embrace for an hour or two
Oblivious to the oblivion soon to ensue
We got fairly frantic, the bed shake
It's the greatest Love two people could ever make.
With a subtle twist on top,you judder
You hold my wrists, I start to shudder
With a seismic gasp we climax at last
And talk, held in a loving clasp.
So darling, how was it for you?
Simply wonderful, our best ever.....yet
The ground really moved
And I'm totally wet.
Some people's reactions are like volcanoes erupting
Their personalities are explosive with words quite cutting
Not aware of their actions
Focused on their passion
For all other topics, their minds are shutting
The pressure boils under the crust
to the point of no containment.
It simmers and flows through the entire ground
infesting the tissue around it.
When it gets to the point that the walls
can no longer hold up they crack.
And some of the pressure gets through to the surface
and the steam cannot be held back.
The danger too often is not seen by the ones
responsible to keep out an eye.
People get hurt who should have been warned
and told to get out of the way.
The volcano it doesn’t pay attention to others
Its pressure and heat have no guidance.
Others must watch and keep track of the thing
To help us avoid the explosion.
Dormant Volcanoes
Do not shut down forever
But make their wait's worth
electric volcanoes spit sweat upon the frame
diseased alcoholics are the only ones to blame
clocks unfurl at awkward angles gasping help me please
i sit upon a jagged floor scabs rot and fall beneath my knees
shapes of bitter chemistry meld slowly in my brains
take some rope a wooden horse and softly end the pain
intergalactic voyages burst stealthily into pungent flame
ignorance of shattered hearts and jars is the reason why i came
battered fists pound faces blood splurts and meadows freeze
jumping joints reflect stunted scars succinctly silent seas
final verses asphxyiate disgusting rancid stains
final lines never sum up enruptured feeble rain
volcanoes erupt
all true life stops and wonders
am I next to go
Volcanic rain beneath the ocean floor sputs out
As the sponges wonder what the lava's for
A cannonball that casts out the eye
As skin separates from flesh
Suddenly the exposed, exacerbated skull loses its mesh
A careful entrapment of scarlet tears
That weave in and out of the quilt
Destiny developed him over the years
He promised that when the day was over
He would wish upon a four-leaf clover
Pyrotechnics played with his demons
As he courted his own semen
One wish granted brought him the dynamite
Another wish came true when he found fire
The last wish fulfilled his greatest desire
Off with his face forevermore
He used to wonder what was in store
As he sailed upon this sea of gold
Once upon a time he abandoned love
As he had been told
He used his hands to steer the ship
The salty brine of the ocean on his hands
He used to lick off his hands
Till the sun started to look insane
Deep inside a dizzying, hypnotic state
Suddenly the stormy skies could relate
As the sun vibrated towards him
The clouds moved closer and closer
He thought the second coming had arrived
So he quickly let go of his pride
He revved up the cannon
Then he lit the gunpowder
He thought a stick of dynamite would aid
The process of cutting through with the blade
So he struck a match and held it up to the device
Till he heard a big bang