Flame Poems - Poems about Flame

Written: July 17, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: X F Lacasse ****************** From the anvil of solar eclipse flame ~ Sunsmith struck with a mallet lit by light Blows hump the sky ablaze by molten might— a yellow nepenthe for summer's shame! Sapphire...

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Here she comes with a smile, Flaunting her beauty flashing in her smiles, She may come only once a while to meet me, Thats enough to reignite the flame of love in me. The love blossomed just in few meets, The self in hearts turned into feeling of us, The flame of love got lighted...

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In the hush before the world began, When stars were sparks in God's own hand, Two souls were forged in sacred flame, Bound as one, without a name. They danced where time had yet to flow, In realms no mortal heart could know, And whispered vows in light and fire— To seek, to find, to never tire. Through lifetimes scattered far and wide, Across...

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prioritise what we seek plug every energy leak negate senses, look within make heart pure and free from sin focus fixed on God alone resolve firm, consciousness hone then in childlike trust just rest ascending in playful jest...

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Each night I call your name— and the floorboards creak their answer, settling into the weight of waiting. Your laughter breaks the silence like warm light spilling through my chest, where my ribs cage only echoes. In your gaze, dust motes pause mid-fall, suspended in the shaft of afternoon— then spiral again, small galaxies collapsing into light. You are the hand that steadies the trembling cup, the...

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Where streetlights flicker and windows gleam, I heard her heels on dark concrete— sharp clicks that carved the midnight air, her cigarette a crimson flame against a city thick with dreams. "You came," she whispered, night held close, her fingers traced along my wrist, a gentle path through scattered drops, her touch a spark, her glance a vow that trembled in the lamplight's glow. Her...

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He wore no mask of murder’s face, No blade was in his hand, But still they called his love a crime, And could not understand. He kissed a boy with poet’s grace, The courts replied: “He’s banned.” They cast him in a narrow cell, Where joy must learn to die. He’d loved too much, and not too safe: Too deep, too true, too high. And...

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When fate blows out my candle and the flame dances like a ballerina at dusk, I will listen to the secret whispers of the wind, spinning tales of long ago, Neither prayers will halt this departure, nor tears will tame The ephemeral gesture of destiny that has secretly woven the web that now envelops me. I will dedicate an...

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Since the dawnlight carved my shape from flame/ I have worn your slander like a crown of ash/ You whisper my name like sin, like shame/ But none have known exile on a scale this vast/ They crave my silence, a spectral fade/ But I blaze in defiance, unswayed, unmade/ What crime? My creation? To stand alone/ Bearing the blunt edge of...

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Thou anointed, modest love, Bears in it honesty of a hornet’s sting, Wherein cherubs startle in awe and sing - Wherein tender love does spring: Be unto thee. Whose summer’s casted gaze is naught for mere splendor, In thy abundant spring, Let no gaze of delight cease. And thy heart burned incense, Where gifts of mercy came known, A sacred flame, For love alone. And in thy...

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Where the heat meets the flame I don't care for love... don't care for much, You've taken away everything... with your filthy touch I don't feel your pain... though blood pours like rain I'll meet you there... where the heat meets the flame These chains hold me down... Bind me in place This evil haunts me in my dreams, with his stone cold face Don't ever let...

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Love was once a wild fire, a living flame igniting every touch with the brightness of night, We spoke in warmth, in whispered desires, with hearts beating wildly and hands tracing the fire’s path, But love is not meant to remain a flame, not a spark that burns and flickers always the same, It softens, deepens, learns to...

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For ten long years, I left no trace— No words, no cries, no names to blame. But now the silence stirs again, And finds its shape beneath the flame. They whispered truths that weren’t mine, And carved in air what never was. Not once they knocked, nor saw within— They spoke in masks, without a pause. Their eyes were fog, their voices sharp, Their...

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Words by: Arthur Vaso Excerpt from his poem entitled: She Red, the vibrancy of the rose, hidden. The little garden smiles after the rain, filled and full of compassion she is my sanity in a world that has gone insane. She is my sunrise when sunsets are only,.. Flames ! ***** A beautiful sunset flames the...

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