Fire Up Poems - Poems about Fire Up

The dense smoke billowing throughout the morning air Flames jumping from tree top to tree top putting us in deep dispair With each step our breathing becomes more laboured The intense heat that envelopes us is surely not...Read the rest...

The world is burning And there is nothing that I can do to make it stop I have no money So I share posts in hopes of someone else having money I have such little hope So I share posts...Read the rest...

This day didn't go as I planned In fact it went wrong from the go While tilling my land with shovel in hand I chopped off the tip of my toe And to make matters even worse I don't...Read the rest...

Write! Anything. Be a dream writer Write poeticly. Be about a spree! Take Vacation from mundane. Be Astounding! Astonish YOURSELF! HAVE WORD WEALTH! I am LONELY COME AND SEE. Visit me! Be just Like me! This me....Read the rest...

Saturday morning Fires keep burning All around me Like winds set free Consuming the browns of the hills Like wild blade heading for kills Giving light to the chocolate soil That for long time left...Read the rest...

Love’s infinite cliches glue me to this earth. In the end, we are, yet, nothing but dirt. For what it’s worth, Entropic defiance is life’s tender hurt. ...Read the rest...

A leaf A tree A flower All of nature A stream flowing Rain heavenly pouring A woman A man PROVOCATIVE A child crying All in nature A sunshower Notice the rain A RAINBOW full of sun! A day full of rainbows! The POWER! Notice a furious FIRE Hear...Read the rest...

“An eternal man Will bathe you in flames and light To cleanse your own flesh of sin” “Do not reflect flesh Seek to mix water and flames To reflect eternal light” ...Read the rest...

Fukuda Chiyo-ni Haiku Fukuda Chiyo-ni (1703-1775) was a celebrated Japanese poet and painter of the Edo period, also known as Kaga no Chiyo. Because morning glories held my well-bucket hostage I went begging for water! —Chiyo-ni, loose translation/interpretation by Michael...Read the rest...

Sri Lal A Fire Rises A fire rises in the pit of the gut— and I forget myself. At the grey langur’s door, I give up. I cut my hair, dance bare in the Bhadra rain. Who am I? I ask myself,...Read the rest...

Sri Lal Crows i. I come from nowhere, and I have nowhere to go, I tell the crow perched on a low neem branch beyond the Periyar River. He agrees. He and I are free. We speak the same language. You know who I...Read the rest...

On a dark and lonesome road On a dark and stormy night There were three hellbent travelers Just out looking for a fight After closing down the bar Saw a boy standing in the road So they pulled their car...Read the rest...

Oh, the beauty found in this tender race, When walls crumble, revealing its truest face, With all the wrinkles in its right place The raw, the fragile, and all the flaws we'll come to learn to love more....Read the rest...

Fiendish, they encapsulate strawberries; Subliminal message makes mouths water; Phantasms won’t let go of the fields lost to the four winds of conflagration; Subliminal message makes mouths water, you can smell such a superb sweetness; Lost to the four...Read the rest...

Busy time very frustrating watching my husband and ciro gargano go over the blue prints over and over again during the 1984 elections for lake county Daniel Furlan Bobby Thompson Ernest Fisher Ciro was looking...Read the rest...