Short Afire Poems
Short Afire Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Afire by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Afire by length and keyword.
Faith is stronger than its outcome,
an end unto itself
Where souls enmire in hope afire
—to light the dream indwelt
(The Book Of Prayers: November, 2019)
Clad in a negligee, I hear him whisper, “Come to me.”
Demurely I withdraw, but he rushes to me filled with passion.
Taking me in his arms, he kisses me, setting hearts afire.
This passion
is flowing,
like a river
raging.
Igniting
the flame,
and fanning
the fire,
of our desires.
As our bodies,
and souls,
come together
as one,
we'll soar,
to the heavens,
while reaching
total bliss,
as we surrender,
to sweet ecstasy.
Form:
HERE-IS THE SAME
HERS-WAFTS LIKE A FEATHER
SWEET HONEY INNOCENCE
DRIPPING
HE-IS OF SOFT LEATHER
HEAVY, BLACK
UNFATHOMABLE
THEY-BITE AND STING
THEY CARESS THE AIR
FLOW LIKE MUSIC
CARRY ON THE WIND
DANCE INTO THE FLAMES
MELT INTENTIONS
THEIRS-IS HARMONY
SYMPHONY.
When you share your heart
To a beckoned call
The day you start
You risk it all
If love is sealed
The words are spoken
A heart is healed
Or a heart is broken
If your heart runs dry
It may never heal
So don't rely
On sex appeal
But when it's true
Your heart's afire
Then give into
Your heart's desire
bright skies swallowed by darkness
sparks of love set afire
glowing flames at my back
guide my way through the gloom
moving slow fearing whats lost
looking back I get burned
reminding me there's nothing left
Iv found my home
just enough rain to not get burned
just enough light to know I'm alive
I hope you find your light
brighter then i could shine
don't worry about me
ill be just fine.
Feel the fire that burns in my heart
Draw nearer, you’ll find I’m ablaze
Desire is tearing me apart
This thing called love is madness, craze
Sweat trickles down upon my chest
I smolder with longing for you
You stoke the fires and do your best
To emit flames of sapphire blue
Douse this blaze with passion’s sweet kiss
Let me melt in your warm embrace
Not to act now would be remiss
I burn, I yearn to stroke your face
*Entry for Rick’s “Fire” contest
Bright, out-shimmering the stars,
Venus, Jupiter and Mars ...
Each November, guard the moon,
Whilst the Seven Sisters swoon.
Stars that swim a sea instead,
Mars is blushing, cheeks so red ...
Moon and Venus kiss, adored,
Swoon for Jupiter, their lord.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Jujue-Oijue With A Twist" Poetry Contest, Charles Messina, Judge & Sponsor.