Best Wildfire Poems

O albatross guide my loosed soul  
from the shipwreck seized by sandy shoal

persuasive Polar Star in quiet pull
a sailor’s tired eyes gone dark 
I...

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Where once a caterpillar ceased to crawl
  knit into a temporary tomb
  a chrysalis shell now lies, empty, broken
  observed from above
...

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Love is a silent emotion,
invisible to open eyes.
But, I saw the naked soul
of her enigma - 
        ...

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My hope/wish for mankind is that 
a small ember or flame would 
ignite causing a fire in our hearts
worldwide.

Causing a fire that can not be...

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Toddlers' Exploration: 

Cardboard drum, a thunderous beast,
Playful roars in tiny fists and feasts.
Fleeting wings glide, dreams just out of reach,
Soaring through tales of barnyard Waddles...

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Love is a silent emotion,
invisible to open eyes.

But, I saw the naked soul
of her enigma - my universal truth.
A pristine state of perfection.
As her 'silence'...

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“I don't paint dreams or nightmares, I paint my own reality.”
Frida Kahlo“

In the absence of love,
a childhood is shaped by the stars,
but when black smoke...

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“Stardust is falling!” I heard my son cry,
his small precious face looking up at the sky.

“Stardust?” I echoed, and thought how my son
had such a...

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I am to him a Stradivarius, a treasured violin
His bow expertly caresses my supple strings
My body moans when tucked beneath his chin
Revving to his rhythmic...

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In the realm of moons and breathless tides,
where promises dance with a serendipitous sonnet of sunrises,
along with morning kisses, unfolds a love story—
a poetic novel...

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"Before a leaf-bud has burst, its whole life acts; in the full-blown flower there is no more, in the leafless root there is no less"...

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Her heartbeat echoes like a love moan in my mind,
summoning centuries of refined romanticism soulfully enshrined,
the contralto of her voice a fillatio upon the cock...

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The murmur of winds urges me
to ride past new moon’s seasons …
it’s not joy I shall feed on;  no, perhaps
a more raw wildfire: a...

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Look at the color of that face,
It should not be in this place,
We do not want that face to stay,
Stop! God loves that face anyway

Look...

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This hunger for phrases still incomplete
fiercely engulfs me,
rummaging and drowning
my thoughts to slay the winds
and honor my madness.
When I feel something lighting my mind,
a ...

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