Best Volcanoes Poems

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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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How many volcanoes are there worldwide
Roughly fifteen hundred, that leaves me wide-eyed
Hope they behave
Don't want no close shaves
Here in my Canada, we've got nowhere to hide...

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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...

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Dormant Volcanoes
Do not shut down forever
But make their wait's worth
 
...

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