When it comes to fire
Within my arms
I will crash and burn and rebuild myself

Because I am
Because I was
And because I have yet to become someone else

All that I can be
All that I wasn't
All that I do is because I must

Its not owned by this
The want or wont
But because I will regret it if I don't

Below my average... But I'm trying something new.

I saw the
colossal
hearts
of this
world
destroyed
by chains,
falling down
their faces was
the residue of
their souls
as they
were watched
by cold eyes,
whose hearts
were so devoured
by the blizzard,
they could not
feel the flames
burning,
the light
of the
beautiful
ones
who broke
the chains,
and rose
as the
thousand
suns of
one

Vexren4000 Apr 15

The smokers ally,
the fires spawn,
The hand of man,
Reaches to the flames,
To cook,
To burn away sins,
To burn the witch at the stake,
Ignorance the bane of man

Afiqah Apr 10

this is how
I'd love you in spills and ink
this is how I'd still go about with my days
hopping onto little ventures to unmapped,
little-known cafes and
exotic-looking bookstores across the street
this is how you'll find
shreds of stolen napkins on coffee tables
just so I could fit all that's unsaid
into my Rowney's
yet
this might feel like
another kind of losing
since it only takes you
a certain glance to make me want to feel
the livable flames
we kept sufficed

-a.

lexie Apr 3

i found a home in him.

he told me that homes
are too easily destroyed.

engulfed by the
flames of passion

swept aside by
the tides of love

the home in him was flammable

and i was the careless matchstick.

TheEndofForever Mar 27

When I wrote you those poems
I was thinking of him
My Gran always told me
That that's called a sin
A look into my soul
A dive into my heart
You always turned away
When things would fall apart
You can't be held accountable
You're not the one to blame
I'm the one that never cared, you say
I have fun snuffing out flames

You were never the cause for any problems. Even when I finally told you how you made me feel. No. It wasn't you. It wasn't you. I hope that you read this.
Delta Swingline Mar 21

Over the logs and dirt of a camp ground, you still shine. A blazing, bright fire.

Fire is also an element of destruction, of rage, but also of love. The burning red love you have for someone.

But my favourite type of fire is blue fire. Looking like the polar opposite of burning red hot, blue fire is hotter than red.

And to think that a full rainbow can come out of the flames of chaos.

How beautiful is the colour of destruction...

Poetry prompt: Use the words "Red" and "Dirt" in you next poem. So here's what I got.
Arcassin B Feb 20

By Arcassin Burnham


Watching the flame burn out quicker than most of the times
When I've seen a lot,
Going back to the times in school when I was an outcast and
The feelings were shot,
I'll put myself on display for enemies and envyers just to see,
I have confidence in myself like all you should have in empathy,
Still searching for a way to get out of this place but its still a
problem now,
too much sweat on my face and brow kinda leaked from depression
and disarray,
distorted vision and constant pacing in a room with a broken face,
Looking to the past,
i'm so glad you should ask how i'm doing every time you gain popularity,
turn around and laugh,
when i would speak to you in a world full of starving kids that don't
do half the things you do,
ignoring is key but later on in life you're gonna need someone to
vent to when your days are through.

/

Sometimes we could all look for love in 72 places at once,
And all the others just wanna criticize and bring you down,
instead of being positive they're blunt,
But they just need a little leg room , a leg room,
to get out this stress they afflict on you,
its hard to be positive i understand too,
by all these little reckless things that we do,
we need a little leg room , leg room;
decisions don't come easy when we choose,
Be around people that'll understand you,
by all the lovely things that you do,

Blinded by the light but it'll teach us,
taunted by the strong knowing that the're really just like us,
living all through the system with your bible in your hand,
but not knowing they're getting ready to judge us,
if this wasn't hard enough,
to gain what we earned in this stuff,
a society that's corrupt,
you would have thought that we were stuck,
you see depression is a given in this world , we can't adjust,
please trust,
and give your time to people that don't sell out or backstab,
we ain't a free people,
guess thats why we just need to laugh,
when was the last time you ever had fun with your dad,
and all the embarrassing things he does and had a great tact,
i don't know why i mentioned that,
But i just need a little leg room , a leg room,
but really this my gift to all of you.

©abpoetry2017
http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2017/02/is-key-leg-room.html
neko-nae Jan 21

the pulse of raging flame
sitting in wait           deep
within the core of light

the flicker of spark ignites,
like the screech of dead, cold metal
along your wooden floor
as I fight the need to scream
and break your vaporizer--

this slumbering dragon
sitting in my chest
with billowing wings of
emerald green and burnt-orange
like a whirlwind of autumn leaves twirling
crescent magic of destruction
pulling and pushing
this rage up and down
until the tendrils of flame simmer
and I stand on tip-toes to kiss
your soft lips, the smoke
escaping as exhaust and love, tender--

Katie Murray Dec 2016

two years
one month
and nine days ago,
i met a girl

this girl was,
in one word,
b u r n i n g

ardent,
but volatile,
she was a fusion of
cold skin and
blazing heart

the heat of her
drew me in
sending my soul of
brittle fingernails and
parched conversation

up in flames

10 / 03 / 16
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