Forest Fire Poems | Examples
These Forest Fire poems are examples of Fire poems about Forest. These are the best examples of Fire Forest poems written by international poets.
forest
inferno
engulfing woods
fire pops and crackles
careless
The glaciers loosen from the poles,
their ancient silence drowned,
while oceans claim the homes of those
who wait on higher ground.
The forest burns beneath a sky
turned copper, black, and red;
we bring relief when flames pass by,
then feed the fire instead.
A tiger fades, a coral dies,
a songbird leaves the air;
we mourn beneath disaster’s eyes,
then act as if unaware.
My worst enemy is Apathy,
her hands refuse to move;
she treats the wound for all to see,
but will not face what we must improve.
Wild, fierce inferno claims the ancient scrub,
Gossamer smoke hides the canopy,
Burning heat sweeps across the earth,
Blackened vault cracks in the blaze,
Red, hissing sparks ignite,
Blistered ironbark,
Forest of grey,
Scorched timber,
Silence,
Ash.
Rain.
Seeds burst,
Water pools,
Fresh leaves stretch out,
Wattle starts to bloom,
Susurrous bush awakes,
Fragrant petrichor ascends,
Harbinger of a vibrant spring,
Paperbarks becoming bathed in gold,
Effervescent rains wash the eucalypt.
Grieves the dirt beneath the leaves,
Leaves of smoke the forest grieves.
Dark the ash on iron bark,
Bark the shadows in the dark.
Bone, whispers the wind against the stone,
Stone the earth that strips the bone.
Deep the branches sink to sleep,
Sleep the silence buried deep.
Upon a forest floor where many lie
and breezes stir, the upper branches bent
to meet the final breath of shrivelled sigh,
a leaf would cling to heaven’s tears when sent.
Its youthful lustre now recalled through tales
as varied as seasons – verdant meadow
below the clouds which often yield to gales
then scud along periphery of show.
When thermal blast from forest fires above
an ocean scape of waves competing in sound
with rumbling progress fits the Man like glove
through ignorance – eventually hound.
A leaf in woods that’s silent, is the Hope
we need to cling to – shadows rest on slope.
forest on fire
westward wind bending palm trees
smoking piles debris
he wanted to snuff and smother the fire but was at a loss
She had gotten out of control, and was now tasting some moss.
She ran through the forest, and high up on elm hill.
Heading toward his pride and joy, his moonshining still.
He ran toward the fire begging her to please stop.
But instead, she jumped a fence and took another little hop.
She was heading toward his neighbor’s barn, he was in trouble now.
No, I have no idea, he liked to the firemen, a forest fire, wow!
Cigarette butts tossed to wind.
Planet earth seemingly one big dirty ashtray.
A simple question of respect.
Also major cause of 'accidental' forest fires.
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
among the ashes
following a forest fire
pine seeds start to grow
shadows of mountains
reflecting on a still lake
a strong wind blows in
continuous whitecaps drift
rows of ripples fade near shore
falls soon arrival
turned mountains brown and naked
trees in skeleton
hold nests with broken eggshells
that echo through the forest
heat related torch
wildfires engulf the mountains
killing everything
extinguished ashes remain
the residue of once was
Wild streams of rushing hues
daub black ink smudge skies
fireballing ambience
stuns night peepers dazed eyes
blazing forest scorched shades
mute charcoal moon’s deep cries
I test the winds every day because I live in a forest
I am a pyromaniac, but I do want to prevent forest fires
Today the wind is calm; it is a great day to scare the neighbors.
I drag twelve boxes out, stuff two with paper and light it up
Fire is not a steady lover; she is a frenzied volcano
In minutes, she is reaching toward the sky in bright orange flames
I sit mesmerized, fascinated, not caring if there is a forest fire
My husband runs out of the house to stare; he is like the neighobrs
Fearful of my excited beast of a fire who is crackling gray and black now
Yet too scared of me to say a word, for I am a frenzied pyromaniac.
excited dad and son
jazzed for vacation fun
drive up the winding road
see nature's grace bestowed
finding dreams and desire
burned by forest fire
A short walk from the road
you are deep in forest.
Tall mountain ash form
pillars that hold up space
and keep a cathedral
of shade within its walls.
High overhead, a canopy
of leaves curtain the sky
in prayerful whispers.
Tree ferns crowd a gully
where fallen giants bridge
a creek carrying a trickle
of mountain tears.
You keep your silence
not wanting to intrude
on another's grief.
Sometimes you can hear
lyrebirds perform their repertoire
of mimic song. One, they say,
can copy the sound
of a chain saw, another,
the long drawn out whine
of a siren as it races
towards a fire.
Set my heart on fire
Dead my wooden life, it’s a dried forest, a tree inside
Send me your fire, here is no light, I live in my marsh
My tears are my dead ocean, pull me out of this life
Help me
The way
Find that
Your life
I am burned out
You destroyed…
… killed my life
Put my ashes
Into your urn
Someone
Loved
Only you