Fire Poems | Examples of Fire Poetry

I miss an open fire. Warmth, these days, is breathed out of the thin lips of a plastic vent commanded by a button. There is nowhere now where I can sit and stare into the depths of a dancing flame, enter that sacred space where thoughts and mystery meet and reconnects something in me to its earliest roots. I...

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bonfire magic red firefly lightning bits mesmerized by night flaming sparkling hot bright red-orange turning to gray bonfire magic...

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Vibrations from a Verso 7-25-25 Sponsor: Nette Onclaud Theme Chosen: Dark Coal of Night ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dark Coal of Night Moonbeams, morning’s prophet, Chase coal of night Into wombs of white fire As flames imbue Dreams with clarity’s gems Facets of light, Glittering stars of dawn ~ Diamonds of dew. ...

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If being pretty were a crime, you’d already be behind the bars Because angels look at their reflection and wish they had your smile And I’m not sentimental, but to you I must confess: I’ve waited ages to find someone whose beauty can compare If my poems were eulogies, you’d be nothing short of dead Because not romanticizing you...

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My mind simmers— a volcano, waiting. Maybe it erupts, maybe it just holds, a silent threat behind every blink. It takes everything— to stay still, to not burst when no one else feels the fire licking the edge of my thoughts. Decisions burn before they’re made— Is it right? Am I right? Will this moment become another mess to clean alone? Life spills like paint no one asked for— a blur of colors no one...

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Kill the spark the fire dies Mute one voice and Poets cry Kill the larva kill the host Burn your bridges — post by post (Dreamsleep: July, 2025) ...

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I feel it all.. the highs, the lows.. The silent grief that never shows. I smile like I’ve not seen the fire.. But flames still flicker beneath the wire. I play it cool, a practiced game.. While inside burns a nameless flame. A storm of thoughts, both sharp and deep.. That churns beneath what looks like sleep. I’ve danced through hell at a...

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the man set his own house on fire and looked at the animals who are running away he screamed at the trees for not taking the toll even though ht was the one who started the fire he blamed the clouds that won't rain for bringing his house down to ashes the man set his own house on fire allowed the invasion...

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pyromaniac perverted fire starter loving her fires believe it or not she is me and I am her loving my fires...

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Hell’s fire does not now exist for those who die apart from Christ. The wicked dead are food for worms As are the bodies of dead saints. But death for all is not the end. The God who made heaven and earth is God of life and not of death, and it’s his will that men should live. When sin brought death, He...

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“Wake up, breakfast is cooking.” Bacon in cast iron skillet, sounds and smells, wafted through the tent. “Coming”, the crackling bacon got me! ...

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As I find myself eating some of Deborah’s fresh bakes chocolate chip cookies…. (please, don’t ask me the amount) because warm chocolate chip cookies is one snack you need not keep a count! As I was saying as I was eating a few of her cookies… (and in their deliciousness as I write this…I continue to partake) I began thinking...

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Twisted and taunted, I stood in the wintry path where sparkling silver slivers of mercury searched for their brethren to merge as one. Colder than my path, a clammy cold from the nitrous night, crept through as winter winds coming from the chill of the grave, and blasted me with icy shards, scraping at my bones and freezing my soul. Its harshness racked me as...

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Soon, he'll rise from the ashes of a story no one claims Child of Light, lift the latch, scarred hands toss the match There's glory in the flames One learns not all losses are hard He turns now and crosses the yard and the fire burns away the remains ...

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It’s three o clock in the morning, Massaging her body while she is sleeping, The rain is coming down, it’s pouring, Covering her curves with my motion, No words but our bodies are our language, She’s got me caught up in her potion, Tonight I might fall in her river and hopefully I won’t drown oh no, Blaze your fire, Burning desire, Me and...

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