#wildfires - Hello Poetry

They come from the West, Covered in ashes, Suit cases of soot. They call them Californians, Nomads from the west coast. They come from burning cities, On bare foot. They've got stone faces, Hardened gazes. I can't imagine how it must be, To have your home, Burned from gables, To ground. God bless the Californians, Lot of lost souls from the West Coast.

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Jan 13, 2025

Jan 13, 2025 at 12:26 PM UTC

AbbottJHardison

Nomads From LA

They come from the West, Covered in ashes, Suit cases of soot. They call them Californians, Nomads from the west coast. They come from burning cities, On bare foot. They've got stone faces, Hardened gazes. I can't imagine how it must be, To have your home, Burned from gables, To ground. God bless the Californians, Lot of lost souls from the West Coast.

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our emotions are just like wildfires sometimes they have the power to destroy and consume us yet sometimes they have the power to rebuild worlds

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Jun 7, 2023

Jun 7, 2023 at 2:26 PM UTC

cheyennemacrides

wildfires

our emotions are just like wildfires sometimes they have the power to destroy and consume us yet sometimes they have the power to rebuild worlds

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As we got older, it became clear that we wouldn’t have the luxuries of drink without worry, of sleep without restlessness, of raising children without fear for their survival. It became clear that we would never garner the respect of our elders no matter how dearly we pined for it, and that the world itself would smolder while those responsible rested comfortably in their graves, and those of us to whom our forebears’ sins were bequeathed would be left to choke on the smoke and ashes of a promise to posterity allowed to burn instead.

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Jan 3, 2021

Jan 3, 2021 at 2:33 PM UTC

Ira-Desmond

Posterity

As we got older, it became clear that we wouldn’t have the luxuries of drink without worry, of sleep without restlessness, of raising children without fear for their survival. It became clear that we would never garner the respect of our elders no matter how dearly we pined for it, and that the world itself would smolder while those responsible rested comfortably in their graves, and those of us to whom our forebears’ sins were bequeathed would be left to choke on the smoke and ashes of a promise to posterity allowed to burn instead.

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Orange shining through the window We head outside to take a peek Blue sky's to the North A dark haze from the South Small particulates drifting in the air You reach out, and a piece lands on your hand It looks like plant matter, only grey You gently touch it with your free hand . . . Ash.

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Sep 9, 2020

Sep 9, 2020 at 11:56 PM UTC

MadBunnyScientist

Apocalypse Skys

Orange shining through the window We head outside to take a peek Blue sky's to the North A dark haze from the South Small particulates drifting in the air You reach out, and a piece lands on your hand It looks like plant matter, only grey You gently touch it with your free hand . . . Ash.

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We awoke to specks of white ash over our cars the cloudy grey sky bore no sun just its heat and the ocean breeze that cooled in my younger years had become futile California burned and although L.A city did not it was indeed a table that received a mantle of pollution

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Sep 7, 2020

Sep 7, 2020 at 1:47 PM UTC

GSP

Fire Ash (Mantle of Pollution)

We awoke to specks of white ash over our cars the cloudy grey sky bore no sun just its heat and the ocean breeze that cooled in my younger years had become futile California burned and although L.A city did not it was indeed a table that received a mantle of pollution

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Hurting from torture The Earth whimpers to the skies Who turn their frosty cheeks Betrayed, the Earth weeps Black ancient tears Remorseful, the skies let down A corrosive shower of sorrows Bloodied fog settles, suffocating Maniacal, pushed off the edge The Earth sets itself ablaze Black ancient tears, fueling Hysterical, the Earth smiles ------ As its demons burn ------ Hysterical, the Earth smiles Black ancient tears, fueling The Earth sets itself ablaze Maniacal, pushed off the edge Bloodied fog settling, suffocating A corrosive shower of sorrows Remorseful, the skies let down Black ancient tears Betrayed, the Earth weeps Who turn their frosty cheeks The Earth whimpers to the skies Hurting from torture

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Nov 1, 2019

Nov 1, 2019 at 11:52 PM UTC

Al-Utrujje

Black Gold

Hurting from torture The Earth whimpers to the skies Who turn their frosty cheeks Betrayed, the Earth weeps Black ancient tears Remorseful, the skies let down A corrosive shower of sorrows Bloodied fog settles, suffocating Maniacal, pushed off the edge The Earth sets itself ablaze Black ancient tears, fueling Hysterical, the Earth smiles ------ As its demons burn ------ Hysterical, the Earth smiles Black ancient tears, fueling The Earth sets itself ablaze Maniacal, pushed off the edge Bloodied fog settling, suffocating A corrosive shower of sorrows Remorseful, the skies let down Black ancient tears Betrayed, the Earth weeps Who turn their frosty cheeks The Earth whimpers to the skies Hurting from torture

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you remind me of a certain someone, someone who i was close to like no other, who caused me so much pain and stress. exhaustion is a mess and I won't do that to myself again.

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Oct 12, 2017

Oct 12, 2017 at 2:35 PM UTC

Jellyfish

wildfire

you remind me of a certain someone, someone who i was close to like no other, who caused me so much pain and stress. exhaustion is a mess and I won't do that to myself again.

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Evacuation Alert: Tranquille Valley. Get out. Bring everything you love. Ash is falling from the sky, and the smoke is too much to bare. The fire's rampage has charred More than 200,000 hectares, in 133 days. It's not safe. Evacuate immediately. Evacuate me. Get out. You are everything I love. Incinerating everything in your path, You tranquillize the atmosphere with your absence. You smoked me to the filter You left me to burn. 63 days, and 21 letters. You're not my safety anymore. Evacuate immediately.

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Aug 14, 2017

Aug 14, 2017 at 2:51 PM UTC

morgan-paige

Wildfire Status

Evacuation Alert: Tranquille Valley. Get out. Bring everything you love. Ash is falling from the sky, and the smoke is too much to bare. The fire's rampage has charred More than 200,000 hectares, in 133 days. It's not safe. Evacuate immediately. Evacuate me. Get out. You are everything I love. Incinerating everything in your path, You tranquillize the atmosphere with your absence. You smoked me to the filter You left me to burn. 63 days, and 21 letters. You're not my safety anymore. Evacuate immediately.

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I don't need calm - I want stampede in my mind I want sparklers in my soul I want wildfires in my heart I don't need calm - And I wouldn't want calm If the roots of my madness Will be springing from your veins /pc

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Jan 7, 2016

Jan 7, 2016 at 11:20 PM UTC

orthobatchmate

I Don't Need Calm

I don't need calm - I want stampede in my mind I want sparklers in my soul I want wildfires in my heart I don't need calm - And I wouldn't want calm If the roots of my madness Will be springing from your veins /pc

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and maybe if we burn I can show you all we are made of is fragile skin and bone we can drench ourselves in kerosene like the first rain of spring we can find god in the rain. all of these scars mean nothing if we burn all we are, are skin and bone muscle means nothing to gasoline love means nothing to wildfires.

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Oct 20, 2015

Oct 20, 2015 at 12:59 PM UTC

lunanoctua

October 19th, 2015. 1:19 am

and maybe if we burn I can show you all we are made of is fragile skin and bone we can drench ourselves in kerosene like the first rain of spring we can find god in the rain. all of these scars mean nothing if we burn all we are, are skin and bone muscle means nothing to gasoline love means nothing to wildfires.

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when the word **** resonates from the lips of any teacher, i cannot help but perceive how many students' heads fall downward, staring at their disquieted hands. i am wondering how many people are closing in on themselves, lips pressed together in thin lines, burying themselves six feet under into graves constructed however long ago. somewhere within the catastrophic enclosings of their minds, they are the people reminiscing violent robberies, not of television sets or radios, but of innocent souls. they are suffering from the post-traumatic stress of feeling naked skin and cracked ribcages and heaving lungs never burn in the turbulent wildfires left behind in their burnt lives; a simple word is enough to have them reliving the mournful affair forming their empty chest. i glance around the room for students whose memory gnaws at their scarred skin, and the problem is is that there are too many.

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Jun 15, 2014

Jun 15, 2014 at 9:50 PM UTC

cr

their abuse was authentic.

when the word **** resonates from the lips of any teacher, i cannot help but perceive how many students' heads fall downward, staring at their disquieted hands. i am wondering how many people are closing in on themselves, lips pressed together in thin lines, burying themselves six feet under into graves constructed however long ago. somewhere within the catastrophic enclosings of their minds, they are the people reminiscing violent robberies, not of television sets or radios, but of innocent souls. they are suffering from the post-traumatic stress of feeling naked skin and cracked ribcages and heaving lungs never burn in the turbulent wildfires left behind in their burnt lives; a simple word is enough to have them reliving the mournful affair forming their empty chest. i glance around the room for students whose memory gnaws at their scarred skin, and the problem is is that there are too many.

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