Fire Poems | Examples of Fire Poetry

Tug-of-War Alpha Dog Carnivore Locked our horns Power struggle Crown of thorns Neither bows nor bends nor folds Instead digs their heels Leans in and holds Under weights of worlds shouldered Beneath catching fires smoldered They juxtapose Until the end And so it goes Protect; defend Both yearning to submit, surrender Though, coward, that would them then render So instead they hold strong their positions Each declaring their conditions Never has...

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[pre-chorus] That flash that stuns your eyes makes you hold your breath shiver to your toes ruins your rest [chorus] Thats me, I bring the lightning, I can start the fire burning brightly things can go on for hours [verse 1] I learned a long time ago how to set match to the tinder and make things all aglow dancing crackling cinder It takes intention and focus and knowing where to...

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flicker/s p a r k ...

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embers of deceit twirl through parched twilight currents ~ pandemonium ...

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The human race, the most successful dynasty on earth. Five-foot titans, jaws gaping, eyes too wide to see their own reflections. Apex predators. The first to fall were the animals shadows with breath, their bones paved into myths. Then the land, bled dry to raise glass towers, trees fell disgusted by the massacre. The human race, the most...

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The pretense of knowing more than the immediacy the appearance the story seems as futility aglow though we all pretend and the pretense is it too pointing to that which is not there seems a futility yet that which is not there may appear as pointing...

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Every work we have Is measured in gold in heaven. Everything we do here, Is tried by fire to know what material we are made of Is your material built by gold, hay or stubble. Everything that is gold will be saved. Everything that eaten by fire is justice from God discretion if save. The soul is the business of God...

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while torrid sparks lick heaven’s cheek those Santa Anas sweep the peaks and stoke the charring blaze that kills each breathing creature ‘tween the hills sweet Cali’s grandest homes and folk ...

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O yon Loch Ness Monster is come out of the lake through all the wide border his tail left a wake and save his fire-breathing he weapons had none he swam all unharmed and fair maidens he won so faithful in love yet so very messy there never was wee beastie like the young dragon Nessie (With apologies to Sir Walter Scott) ...

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Quote "Dont play with fire - It doesn't play fair" This has been attributed to a song by the Rolling Stones. It started with burning embers, Prometheus, the fire god casts an evil spell. Then starts spot fires turning shrubs and plants into a smoldering dell . Conditions are unbearable and the growing flames are fanned by...

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there had been many battles raging mostly within and with himself alter Egos diffusing who was friend or foe to the point of dissolution of Self like a soul grinder on an impossible mission mindful and yet full of fear he had discounted his nuclear warfare as mere skirmishes fully aware that his default setting was resentment in which everyone else was...

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Born orphan, the torture of her stepmother and stepsisters shaped the fairy tale Cinderella with fire, the ember girl, who didn’t dream seeing the dormant love bloom, but seethed within to take the retaliatory revenge. On the night of the grand royal ball the cruel family left bedecked with jewels and satin for the palace, locking her in the attic in...

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fire has no shape to force it into a ball takes away its soul...

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~Play With Fire Till your Fingers Burn~ 5/20/2025 Experience life to its full brink,so sad, to witness any human, being had! Just try to be...

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Written: May 20, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Karen Jones Inspired from Prince Song: When Doves Fly ********************** I slipped the mirror mournful cry, Where silhouettes lick the silvery sky. There is no name or voice left to claim— There was just airless...

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