Lava Poems - Poems about Lava

Hot Breath excited crowd waits impatiently earthquakes shake the ground lava heated boiling water pushes towards the surface hot steam spews from the vent anticipation grows, ready for the eruption a mighty whoosh and the vented steam reaches for the blue sky for a duration of ninety seconds the crowd is awed by natures power with a gurgle the steam cloud settles back into the earth to...

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I’m not one to whisper, I’d rather stay silent; Emotions of lava erupt leaving their ash; Pain peels out like magma; I’m not one to whisper to hide a wicked scream; Not blessed with a soft touch; The way I use my pen? You had to have a hunch; I’m not one to whisper or tone down hi octane; One hundred miles an...

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The abandoned Mansion was once owned by the Adams Family. They were doing a terrific business in their lumberyard at the time. Day laborers who were not busy were sent over to build their home. It was gorgeous in its heyday, lovelier than anything else on the block. There were other ritzy mansions, said my auntie, just not this...

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There sits the City Gold Where robbers ne'er grab hold, Nor rot, nor moth, nor mold. There sits a lava moat Not passable by boat Nor rope, nor writ, nor hope. Outside the people scheme As wise as any seem, To enter, distant dream. And there the doctors sly, Sell passage to passers by. Yet all who purchase, die. This city, see, is truth. Those lofty minds in...

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red lave at most at end gray ash and black stones...

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Solid. Stationary. Silent. This is you. In our limited view. But.. once you flew. From molten earth Did shoot and spew You ran and shouted Everywhere In fearsome battle With the air Your angry face The land did rule Yet here you are Now seaside cool She tamed your fury Water's edge Once hissed and screamed Now silence pledge You teach us now As lives we hurry; No need to race Or...

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A mountain furious, smouldering hot rocks inferno slumbering in its womb within. obsidian magma in tectonic locks chambers a volcano, wrath waiting to spin. Hot glowing orange flames about to explode engulfing the fury , pool of metals flowed. Love of frenzied Lava, none can understand, tantrum of magma creates a beach of sand....

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lava tectonic plates shift underwater mountain rift lava dome fries fish A New...

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Rolling in the tides of time, the larger rock a pebble now, Rattle crackles with the others in the squirming gravel’s maw. Up back down - up back down, persistent, insistent waves of the tide of time: Boisterous thundering; rolling, boiling cannon roar, returning calmed in rushing brine. Pebbles flash...

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A curve of sky in a corner cusps a smooth, thick dusting of carrot-mauve hues tonight. Drapes over heather trees whose arms and hands bend with this drowsy sky as it starts to fall asleep- the cyrean "silk" upon which this cantaloupe tint is traced, daubed, by the brushstrokes of Mother Nature; is ready for the deep onyx doves-with halos- of a cold...

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To write or not to write?! The matter of the heart, of want and need and must. A passionate affair - more like craving than lust. To write or not to write?! Commodity of soul, neither be sold nor bought. Pure product of a muse - more like fine food for thought. To write or not to write?! An...

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Stones I Have Known I know that stone - scoured smooth beneath the tread Of workers' feet too early out of bed. It sparkled finely to my childish sight, A treasure rare, lit up by morning light. Its drooping lip a quiet toddler's seat For gazing out at life along the street. At Junior school, the stones were black and...

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Patina of enticement flushes your luring lips, meanders on meadow of my flashing face. In ivory valley between binary mounds, carved in lilting landscape of concealed craving, cascades lava torrent, spouting from your lust, I float on flaring river of ardor, flowing to rapture bay. (Number of words : 45, Checked on wordcounter.com) June 5, 2020 Theme chosen : River Contest : Some Kind...

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Your scorn and judgment grind deep inside my chest Evoking a feeling I didn’t then recognize as terror Which unhurriedly transforms into cold calcified rage Lava forming the shape of a life It is a stone in my shoe to feel our souls touch through bubble-film Flustered, I try again and again to resolve it Unsuccessful, I can only...

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