Volcanic Poems - Poems about Volcanic

Pandemic warring, Human nature’s volcanic Lava flow of hate; Scorching love with agony: Her world’s peace flowing away:- ...

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.................Several strokes were made; sharpening this shiV Sulphuric is the stench; but a sentimental heart; in its echO Heat beyond conceptualized; melted away my walL ...

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Sometimes the truth is hard to hear So let me make this chrystal clear The anger shines bright in your eyes The hatred that you keep inside The temper that you try to hide Worn only by a thin disguise All the bile sipped from the cup Will find its way to burn you up The clock ticks down before you fall Volcanoes lurking...

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He consulted a warlock, a wizard, a priest and a witch. The witch finally asked “did you pick up something you shouldn’t have?” He thought about this and remembered. He had collected seashells, sticks, rocks, and soil from a national park. "Kind of", he admitted. “From Volcano National Park?” the witch asked him. He nodded yes. “You have to send it all...

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Churning listless feeble foaming waves Pods of Humpback whales splash and dive Reflecting sunset’s waning rays. As curly crimson clouds arrive, Far Edgecombe’s volcanic cone Shines bright in alpenglow, alone. Cloudy embers ease into eve, Flushing Ferrari fires from day As sun dips for its nightly dunk, In search of Neptune’s treasure trunk. Bald eagles soar for lofty nests Atop crowns of gnarled, ancient spruce. As Sitka...

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Destiny has built this mission ending with this one decision there will be no repetition take the chance or be left wishing Conquer now or collapse once it’s gone it won’t come back You can focus through the pain this time you’ve a prize to gain It won’t be for nothing now like before when...

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There are folk, in church or non-church family Abounding in warmth; "Hi folks!" with charm Least expected ... On the couch, deep memory: Kind misdeeds, intent ignored: cut on thy palm NOTE: a pastor may counsel successful churchgoers & find unsorted anger & hurts, rumbling & smoking with volcanic ferocity. Watch for small signs: the unkindly cuts from charming...

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I Two hearts follow the eyes Two persons, personalities collide Too much joy in bedroom If marriage can't come soon Casual love, short-term, volcano pride...

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Now I am certain of nothing But your existence, in chaotic disbelief. The scurry of feet patter down the path Of the avenue & city blocks downtown. As beautiful as you are dangerous, Now open to the world around you. A fiery ship intentionally dragging it’s Anchor in obsession. Not knowing how or when to stop. The smog of smoke eases its way down. We...

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beneath circling clouds in the depths of the ocean with little nearby lies a speck of an island of but thirty-five square miles green mountain rising from which hot lava once flowed most toward the west where the people live today in modest isolation not quite as busy as during the Falkland War a remote haven for whale and turtle watchers and those not easily bored the Two Boats village an...

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Volcano Explodes Pouring hot lava into Me feeling of love Contest: Sexku Sponsored by: Richard Lamoureux Date Created: 11/06/2019...

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On my darkest Day you make me shine Forever you will always be mine The Twinkle in your eyes light up my soul Your Spirit moves through my body and makes it whole The virtue you have could change the world I was a sleeping Volcano and you awaken me The crust was hard and filled with lava A hot molten rock...

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earth cracked ~ lava spurts sulfur dioxide gas kills ...

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Volcanic Myth Hard hitting hammer sparking pyroplastic flows. Blowing bellows stoke billowing pillars of fire. Ash and cinders, remains of dying white hot coals pushed violently skyward cover all in a drab gray. The earth trembles and shakes as mighty Vulcan grunts with each swing of his muscular arm. Fiery jets of flame spew from his pot as he anneals iron in the bubbling cauldron. As he works, torrents of sweat flow in...

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