"erruption" poems
Like an Oriental statue
She sit's upon a volcano;
As her beauty errupt's........
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©あある じぇえん
Aug 8, 2015
Aug 8, 2015 at 2:08 PM UTC
Awakened by her vibrations
His molten rocks sputter,
Preferring to remain undisturbed.
Boiling, brewing, he begun erruption.
Amused by volcano's reaction
she listens and watches,no retaliation.
Considering her own stormy nights
when her lightning bolts strike thrice;
When her clapping of thunder
revolts even the sages
(both above and under).
She places a palm outwards,
blows kisses of cool wind,
To greet his fury,
His sweet love remembered.
His embers, with a smile, are pardoned.
She showers his projecting magma-
With droplets of chilled agua.
Awaited patiently for his red to cool,
to be brown, with help from yellow sun;
So that his lava could reconnect with outer earth-green.
Using a drifting veer she carries a charming flower seed and lays it beside him,
Soft petals soon blossom, rosy and pink.
They both smile gently,
now glowing for each other.
The volcano and Storm are forever in love, in flare and submerged;
Growing compassion and understanding of each other's plates and waves.
Yet neither may burn nor drown
but somehow remain facing the other-
At the very tip of their forbidden lips' kiss- for this day, tomorrow and in endlessness.
1:55am . Thurs, 24th, August, 2017.
Aug 24, 2017
Aug 24, 2017 at 2:01 AM UTC
Three words
that
can alter the
outcome
and
morph an attitude
of an entire day
when received
producing an erruption of
intangibility
exhuded by the individual
receiving
the message
adding a voluminious effect
if the feeling is
now
mutual.
Jul 24, 2012
Jul 24, 2012 at 8:16 AM UTC
Magma, molten, amorphous.
My blood is red hot
And searing, bursting
Out of its confines.
My heart is caustic,
Compulsive, incongruent.
I erupt over and over,
I wonder
When I will run out of earth to chew up and spit out.
Aug 27, 2019
Aug 27, 2019 at 9:27 PM UTC
Voice of silence knocking on the door, roaring silence of the deepest erruption in a violent earthquake, tearing down the streets of death in whirlpool of wonders in piercing glory of aquatic splendor!
Let him believe that the blind sees!
Let him believe that the lame walks!
Let him believe that the dead wakes!
Jun 4, 2019
Jun 4, 2019 at 4:16 AM UTC