#volcano poems on Hello Poetry

Nick Strong Jun 2014

Volcano

Breathing fire, from below,
Spitting a molten soul skywards,
Flinging pumice, ash, and fear,
The angry Vulcan casts,
His ever darkening shadow cross,
As the timely reminder , of
The fragility of this existence.

© Nick Strong 2014

#anger #volcano #vulcan

AavelinaJaden May 2014

stormy weather / stormy thoughts

i want you to want me like a tornado loves the eye of a tiger like a hurricane loved the warm oceanic breeze and sounds of fleeing personas
feel the way a volcano feels during a meltdown, hot and desperated. tell me your love burns for me like an atom bomb ready to ignite
make your passion explode for me. I need to grasp the concept that you love me like im in love with the way you make earthquakes in my heart
IM AN UNSTABLE DUST STORM AND MAYBE TWO WRONGS DONT MAKE A RIGHT BUT I NEED EVERY GRAIN OF SAND YOU HAVE TO OFFER ME
BABY IM A FOREST FIRE AND I CANNOT SURVIVE WITHOUT YOUR POEMS ADDING TO THE FUEL. YOU BREATHE LIFE INTO ME I CANT CONQUER THIS CITY ALONE
your raging warmth isn't adequate enough to quench the tornado of thoughts we made, billowing around tearing up the place we once called home
I need you to flood my emotions making every thought and every particle of love in the air flow towards you so the current can overflow anything that's irrelevant
*******, you are the lightning that brightens up my world and i am the reckless thunder one step behind you, what a pair; atmospheric lovers

Searle May 2014

The day the earth sneezed

Terrorism, ****,
Car bomb, *******...
She feels vulnerable,
No love to keep her warm

9/11, kidnap,
Human trafficking...
She’s been forgotten,
Left alone in the dark

Serial killers, H1N1,
Child molesters, ***...
She shudders with the cold,
And Port Au Prince is flattened

Hijack, ******,
Drive-by shootings...
She feels groggy,
Influenza sets in

Weapons of mass destruction,
Cuban nuclear tests...
There starts a tingle in her nose,
Her eyes pinch shut

Genocide, organs on the black market,
Xenophobia, suicide bombers...
With a bellow from her bowels,
From flaming ice the cumulus anvil that infects the world

In memory of the Iceland volcano

#death #chaos #volcano

Marlon James Apr 2014

The swan and the Volcano

The sadness of losing
It's what's left

It was so true
to love you
It happened
but
I would love you ...
I would love ...
Come here.
Let me show you
I want to see

Maybe the hours ...
Or the mountains ...
perhaps
words,
I do not know
Maybe _ love ...

I stopped saying.
Stopped.
I resigned to love ...
the gods...

The flowers,
Kielos,
bit me
when i pulled them

To love you
Was like pulling a flower
I made you swan
The gods made me volcano

Marlon James, Porto, Portugal 25-04-2014

#love #flower #maybe #swan #volcano

AmberLynne Apr 2014

The Calm After

I am a tempest,
     the most violent of
     winds whipping around
     without concern for any
     who surround me.

I am a volcano,
     the lava of my emotions
     exploding up and over
     to seep throughout
     every nook and crevice.

I am a typhoon,
     my gale force winds
     showing mercy to
     neither sea nor land as
     I rip-roar over it all.

And you…
     you are the halcyon tranquility
     I've been searching for
     all along, the serenity needed
     to calm my frenzied turbulence
     with but a stroke of your lips,
     leaving me breathless and
     my winds settled at long last.

4.18.14

#emotions #tempest #storms #calm #savior #tranquility #volcano #typhoon

Miranda Kramer Apr 2014

Mt. Vesuvius

It was the middle of December and you made sure to turn on your fan before you went to sleep.

It was the beginning of January and I suddenly understood why you kept your fan on as 'I love you' rolled out of your mouth like the smoke that loomed over Pompeii. You choking on your own words was a red flag. I guess the smoke was too thick for me to notice.

It was February and the lava began scorching my fingertips with each muffled 'I love you.’ Some people tried to run, I chose to melt to death.

It was March and I was hoping you were only cauterizing my wounds, protecting me from something more harmful. I was wrong. Nothing is more harmful than a natural disaster.

It was April and you had cremated me to ash. I realized your false ‘I love you’s were what caused the tectonic plates to shift.

It is May and I am still reminiscing on January.

In June I hope the fan in your room keeps you cool enough from the volcano that you are.

#love #sad #breakup #pompeii #volcano

Amanda Stoddard Apr 2014

Volcano.

my blood boils over the edge as every word
that spills from your lips is volcanic ash piercing my skin
and how is one supposed to stay calm
when my life has been spent bottling up
way more than I can hold,
this routine is getting old.
I can't take the constant trembling of my upper lip
and quivering of my limbs
I'm not too sure how long I can hold this in.
I take two steps back and inhale deep
but it's still not enough to help me
rid of these demons that won't let me sleep.
Every ******* waking moment
is spent fighting a war I didn't sign up for.
I was involuntarily shipped out
to surroundings unknown and places unseen
in my mind is only chaos and blatant disorder.
So **** the fact I can't think clear enough
to jot down the words exploding from my mind,
but I have a right to explode...
I have kept my cool for far too long.
My mental stability will be revolutionized,
I have the right to do so.

#depression #anger #angry #manic #volcano

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