Fire Up Poems - Poems about Fire Up

The classroom is a quiet forge, and I, a blade in silent fire— shaped by care, tempered in calm, honed to serve a brighter purpose. But into this heatswept chamber she storms, a tempest cloaked in titles— her words the hammer’s fall, striking without measure, without proof. She holds a flame to my calm steel, asking why I do not sparkle like she: “Why do...

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she does not walk— she ignites. in the dark cathedral of ash and echoes, she spins, a silhouette carved from the mouth of a flame, hips swaying like the last breath of a phoenix. her dress— not cloth, but the wind of burning wings, each thread crackling with a story that refused to be extinguished. arms flung skyward— not surrender, but invocation. the fire does not consume her. it...

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Particles and waves appear in a quantum dance observed by no one~ these observations of nothing may be named This~~...

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One day… After the fires are done And the water has carried all maps away… Someone will find you. Not to save... To name again. And then, you will remember You were not lost....

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When I was ash... I knew wind more intimately than breath. I knew what it meant... To scatter without sorrow. That is all I remember....

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There is a fire in me Not meant to destroy. It lights ruins So I can read the old names. It warms no one... But, it remembers....

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Wild swathes of manic hues struck ghostly angst in me a fireball ambience ensued and my banshee wail at bright splodge ink sky shattered stained glass moon’s glee...

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Atop the edge where silence leans, A figure stands — the dusk between. No name, no face the canvas shows, Just wind that hums what no one knows. The sky explodes in molten fire, A final gasp of day's desire. It stains the clouds in crimson breath, A masterpiece that flirts with death. Does he await or does he grieve? Or dream of flight...

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The wind stood still, the stars held breath, Two voices rose in life and death. One whispered start, one thundered close, Each pulled the soul where no one knows. Beginning sang with morning light: "Come rise with me, embrace the fight. Your dreams are seeds; they’ve just been sown— Why fear the path you’ve never known?" End replied in velvet tone: "But peace is...

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In the sacred sacrificial fire we burn, first and foremost all the objects we desire, purifying thoughts flowing in body urn, consigning doership to the funeral pyre, that thus in silence watching nodes within churn, there are no earth bound goals for which we aspire, whereupon in this way we become the flame, fulfilling in staid mindfulness our life’s aim....

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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...

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weathering Wales in bleak winter is hard though starred sheep remain sleek taverns roaring fires a feat making Celtic maidens sweet ~~~~~~~ ...

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(This is only my opinion, only written to promote calm discussion or debate. I know nothing, am not an expert on anything. If you are easily Religiously riled, spiritually offended, do not read this. Period.) The Devil is smart, subtle; he can control one without the controlled being remotely aware. He can appear beautiful...

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Fire-Fly Stars I Always Wanted To Be A Scientist. Someone Asked Me Once: Aren’t You? *** What I Really Wanted To Be Was A Polar Bear Lusting A Powerful Musk With All Effort, With A Sure Un-Certain Purpose. *** Or I Would Be Huddled Under Some Mass Of Reeds In A Cavern Crouched Over A Silver Beam Of Light… And The Echo Everlasting Of One Drop Of Purity… Landing In A Honed Stone Bowl. *** And I Wanted To Be Worthless Like Every Component Choice… Like Every...

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whatever is transient we let go attachments, fears, desires rooted in ego thoughts are dualistic spirals of illusion they but birth dream forms cause of delusion organic form is dust God dwells in each heart we all are one who should we deem apart sensory pleasure is embraced and released God’s light is the treasure with which heart is pleased love’s benign bliss burn Divine Mother’s kiss illumines body...

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