"volcanos" poems
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Volcanoes be in Sicily
And South America
I judge from my Geography—
Volcanos nearer here
A Lava step at any time
Am I inclined to climb—
A Crater I may contemplate
Vesuvius at Home.
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This is the Last Straw –
and Something About Sacred Buckets of Holistic Ice Water
****** predators, human smugglers
Starvation in the Sudan, civil war
in Syria, mass executions in China
Journalists murdered almost everywhere
Fashionable infanticide, homelessness
Unemployment, urban terrorism
Mass ****** school shootings, wildfires, racism
An unstable national government
Anti-Semitism, border desperation
Riots, arson, ecclesiastical corruption
**** alcoholism, historical cleansing
Skinheads, abuse, Khardassianistas
Volcanos, the death penalty, free verse
Affluenza, Jerry Springer, The View
Herbal tea, antifa, anti-antifa
And the soul-sucking existential despair
Of inspirational singer-songwriters:
Nah, not a bit worried about plastic straws
But I must go now; The Voices are telling me
To pour a bucket of ice water over my head
(As long as it’s not a plastic bucket)
Jul 27, 2018
Jul 27, 2018 at 3:58 PM UTC
Earths anxiety; she feels too crowded her heart beat racing; volcanos erupt and the ground shakes. She's just trying to get rid of all the waste
Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 11:15 AM UTC
Called Religion before Romanticism:
Darling Radha’s swing,
Pressing softly to her blue
Beloved Trickster’s skin.
Called dharma, grace, and savoir-faire
Confounding fated will,
Called freedom then for putting off
The destiny we fear.
From her swing I can believe
In good romantic faith-
While makers of a moment’s
Beauty, steal a tear away.
When I laid,
Bathing in the roaring spray
At the feet of the lower falls,
And wandered through soft blue
Volcanos guarding Atitlan,
When I watched,
Clouds burst from his fingertips
Cold war to choral glory,
Seid um schlungen Millionen!
An die Freiheit! An die Freude!
When I found,
A girl whose smile couldn’t hide her pain
Singing her song’s last echo,
At once the world was not the same, but...
How could I ever know
How could I ever know...
After the West was won with lies
One man said, "God is dead."
I mute the TV from her swing,
Smile, and bow my head.
Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 1:24 AM UTC
*I see through magnified eyes
the binocular kind out of focus
I see with a telescope mind
but I think that the glass might be broken
your face
is a smear on the lens, a bit blurry
and my house, I can’t see from the ground
I got worries
it’s like why can I see
up above it’s so clear?
but I look straight ahead
everything disappears
the anthills have all gone away
you filled them all up with your problems
but volcanos on mars I can see
and each molecule, and their atoms
well that’s just my beauty
I can’t help what I see,
everything’s just so giant
to little old me
and my eyes
the binocular kind, out of focus
and my mind, that telescope mind
might be broken
it’s like why can I see
up above it’s so clear?
but I look straight ahead
everything disappears*
Nov 20, 2011
Nov 20, 2011 at 2:29 PM UTC
people are never just people
they are volcanos and mountains
gardens and skyscrapers-
beauty, that will eventually
lead to destruction.
the thing is-
you can never un-feel something,
or something for someone.
I had hoped some things would
magically vanish in an instance,
but they latched onto my memory
and played hop scotch with my nerves
as my mind ran rapid with paranoia.
I had wished at a young age
someone would love me more
than my father did
and show me more attention
than my mother did.
But see expectations
tie a knot around your hopes
and noose it to the ceiling fan
you watch as they spin
round and round and round
until they break everything
in their path.
See people don't come with a warning,
because we're all not really sure,
what we're actually capable of.
Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 2:09 AM UTC
raw lagoon
desires shadow
of tribal waves
mango river spills
a cupped dark bleed of wandering skin
burning lucifer's silver tongue
in a *** slave slow dance
of torrential foot adorations
and road side moans
fapping moist hyperaesthesia
scrummed forehead
and eye bright glued
an immaculate conception
her back a twisting cat
tongue like a curved Sahara
in whirling toothless loops
a feeding pilgrimage
of erudite kisses
drool of her womb
the word made flesh in combustion
a **** swollen lullaby
saints of libido feeding
upon each other
like tangled everglade snakes
boiling in a chain of volcanos
Vulcans lair
heads between knees
a gargoyle of peeled oysters, serpents
and torn mouths
blown from bed to bed
Mar 22, 2019
Mar 22, 2019 at 1:02 PM UTC
There's always gonna be a hole there
volcanos look like mountains from the outside
inside there's molten lava
and there's a hole at the top
what i'm saying is that I look ok
and for now I am ok
but there will always be a hole in me
and that may be a problem eventually
Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 2:08 AM UTC
theloraxformula
i am getting to the point of my day
when
waking
up
is like making my way through a battlefield
where Valkyries live in my stomach
when I lay on my back and count my ribs
(what I can feel of them)
and stand only to find my head hurting…again
and I am realizing that your love
isn’t
worth
this.
but this isn’t really about you, is it?
it’s about power
and control
like feeling like a god of titans on a
volcano about to erupt
feeling like pele burning through bones & calories
and feeling some sense
of pretty while
starving myself to death.
but your love
isn’t worth
that
it isn’t worth counting calories in my sleep
playing mad mathematician with meals
weeks in advance
knowing the caloric value of everything in my university’s cafeteria
by heart
and feeling like
passing out when I try to tie the
laces of my doc martins.
your love isn’t worth that
and neither is the hate I have for myself
Jul 19, 2013
Jul 19, 2013 at 8:55 AM UTC
The world is made of silver and gold,
silver and gold.
Where the mountains pile high with a treasure that grows,
The seas that gleam like the diamonds that grow, deep in the volcanos.
Where the fields of gold shine bright in the sun,
crystals that shine in the dark were the sun can't see.
Desert's made of amber that glow with heat.
Forests that gleam like emerald and creatures with the colours of the rainbow run wild.
The world is made of silver and gold
Apr 17, 2016
Apr 17, 2016 at 9:24 PM UTC
The beauty in your eyes
erupts as volcanos
vomiting oil paints
into moonlit darkness
Oct 17, 2015
Oct 17, 2015 at 6:09 PM UTC
I see the earth crumble
As I close my eyes
In the mirror
A hundred civilizations
Vanish in the literal blink of an eye
Tectonic plates sliding together
Forming volcanos in my pupils
I cry magma
Hot tears burning holes in my cardigan
Fully shut, I can hear the subtle sizzle
And untimely titanic "BOOM" of an imploding world
The flames burn through my lids
In incalculable nanoseconds
Somehow I can sense
The smoke
It feels
Like
Marijuana.
May 3, 2013
May 3, 2013 at 12:03 AM UTC
Darling the love we share carries the moons with the tides
You are thousands of Erupting volcanos at once
Your love fiery
It keeps me red it keeps me alive jumping for pebbles,
Playing with my soul hungry for the love of life
To me you are every season, to me you are the sun
To me you are the moon to me you are the trees
The whisk smell before rain.
Never will I stop loving your soul
Because deep down I need nothing but your belonging
you my moon
As I am your pulling tide.
I'm right behind you
As you push me
And as I pull you
My thirst is your love
And you my darling
Are all I will ever need from above.
Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 7:42 AM UTC
Politics that that tricks the system
Then lick and rick the peasants
Ethical dilemmas of existence
That dilute us from creativity
Ohh I am looking for a finer
taste of tomorrow
Ohh can't wait to see tomorrow
Religious bodies that are linear
In hypocrisy and righteousness
they preach love for a better day
whilst they manipulate and scorn
Ohh I am looking for a finer
taste of tomorrow
Ohh can't wait to see tomorrow
Family units our sole safe base
where values, cultures and beliefs
choke as we morn for our identify
lost like sheep without a shepherd
Ohh I am looking for a finer
taste of tomorrow
Ohh can't wait to see tomorrow
Economic systems that collapse
donning gowns of debt to humanity
sinking in volcanos that explodes
wishing for the money to shower
Ohh I am looking for a finer
taste of tomorrow
Ohh can't wait to see tomorrow
Education that is compulsory
A promise of an non existence future
A fallacy of better jobs and status
all a social indoctrination of the mind
Ohh I am looking for a finer
taste of tomorrow
Ohh can't wait to see tomorrow
Jul 7, 2016
Jul 7, 2016 at 7:47 AM UTC
Walking down the canyon,
I'm hiking back in time;
when waters carved the notches,
in a different, ageless clime.
When dinosaurs were here,
when great fish swam the deep;
when time - it wasn't measured,
and was not a thing to keep.
When lava flowed like honey,
and volcanos shook the earth;
as creatures climbed and crawled,
evolving with each birth.
Now, I see the remnants,
of that distant other time;
when life began with fire,
as we struggled through the slime.
I tread the river's edge,
a mile below the rim;
breathe in the coming night,
as the sun begins to dim.
The canyon's vast and lovely,
too much to put in words;
instead, I listen quietly,
to sounds I never heard.
Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 7:02 PM UTC
his lips were as tender as a moonlit sky
on a still winter night.
I felt stars burst and volcanos erupt
in the depths of my soul
as his fingertips traced the length of my back.
silk was his touch,
and I wanted to bury myself in the sheets.
Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 10:05 PM UTC
it’s odd, i can make mexican girls watch their feet
thinking they’re chinese, slowly shrinking them
into geishas trotting with a snowflake’s melting ease printed
heaviest on volcanos.
Oct 9, 2015
Oct 9, 2015 at 11:22 PM UTC
"Ha Ha! did some kid really get a 37 on the test? Good luck to that guy."
Hi, I'm Miss 37 on a Recordkeeping test
yet I ingest, more natural intelligence,
from my morning spinach-strawberry-banana smoothie;
than I do from eating your face off.
Haley, restrain, breathe, write.
I score more points when I invest
every spastic ounce of energy into calming down.
Plastic expectations don't deserve
my jolted, steaming, red in the face nerves.
My teacher and I know I haven't earned
below a 70 yet this year.
Two Years ago I was buried myself beneath enough mulch
I could barely emit muffled noises;
let alone offer proposes of how far the stick up your *** is.
Drowning in every pound of self destruction
I erupted volcanos, melted my mother's heart.
Struggled, mulligrubbed with my own monsters.
Finally, I emerged from the dirt, blooming,
fueled by the passion for life that consumed me.
My roots hardened into knotted salvations;
Pursuit of curiosity, to never stop asking questions.
Passionate relationships, with equal give and take and
Intrigue in the new and altruistic.
I never asked to be a statistic
among American teens who pursue the American Dream.
Surviving a full year in high school is enough
to satify my pride.
A 37 is nothing to hide
so say it louder man-boy.
Straighten your spine on that testosterone pedestal.
Good luck out there, I hope you catch em all!
I'll be gazing at the sky, a piece of advice?
Always keep your ears open, Always keep your eyes wide.
May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 11:24 AM UTC
song pirates sing of the dawn's dying
she holds the key to our suffering
and turns the lock a little tighter every day
but if we turn our attention inward
she may open it for just a moment
and inside you will see your own reflection
a jewel shining on the surface of emerald waters
your turquoise symmetry refracted perfectly
off the wings of a bird’s tail-feathers
i swam for centuries and landed on your shoreline
the missing continents revealed their bodies
in splinters of humanity i perceive hope that springs eternal
but its plunged back into the sea before it fully surfaces
like old volcanos and rainbows our minds are volatile
and only give forth new ideas occasionally
Nov 14, 2018
Nov 14, 2018 at 3:49 PM UTC
just another poem about love
and velvety kisses
like voracious volcanos
and weekends in Venice
and Sweden
ven amor
Mar 2, 2017
Mar 2, 2017 at 2:04 PM UTC
Immobile, a feathers light touch
Moist folds seep a delicious scent
An electric touch, down back, thighs
Tracing sensual lines up, tip
Your hands, clasp, fingers together grasp
Outstretched before me to savor
A meal of the ******** clad
Arched feet, delicate in touch
Stretch and curled in delight
Long legged minx, twist and writhe
Silken skinned beauty of light
Thighs quiver, not a moment too much
Building your castle, biting your lip
Hips reach, my fingers brush
Arching, straining at the bind
Your breath comes, heavily restrained
Bits of words escape between
Feather alone, again, you squirm
In the dark, anticipating it's touch
From navel down, then up
******* swell with pleasure
Your body a playground
It's adventure in a sigh
Fingernails leave half mooned sign
An almost cry, demanding time
Cold, the ice brings nip to glass
Topping perfect twins, dripping
Your tender valley, chilled
Trails of cold run along caramel sweet
A quick gift, you keep inside
Your breathing betrays you
And I bring you down
To surf along the edge of time
It's cliff I want to divide
Invisible breeze on your soft skin
Keeping sweating passion at bay
Goosebumps from feather or ice
Sparkle along, tracing your corvette curves
I want you at the brink, my Goddess of night
Once more, but this time the tongue
Darting in, suckling, buckling
Edging less quiet from deep inside
Slow pleasuring a whimper, a mewling simmer
Quick breaths between as you struggle
Contractions in your stomach, hips
Strain, bring crescendo
A fire deep inside
About to erupt
I bring vibration
***********
A thrusting
From you
Power
And
Volcanos break earthquakes
Shatter stars hurricaned
Against a tropical storm
Sending its rain
Cascading down
Between your
Thighs
Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 8:09 AM UTC
it was the volcanos inside of u that i loved the most,
the flames of passion that would erupt out of your core.
i'd feel the heat of your presence,
letting the power of your words nearly sear me.
i knew i'd start hurting eventually
but why did those same flames have to be the ones to burn me
Dec 23, 2017
Dec 23, 2017 at 4:36 PM UTC
volcanos form at the end of my wrist, erupting with every glide of the blade.
The lava flows and doesn't stop, but this time I'm not afraid
When I put water on the spot of red, it burns just as lava should. but it's not enough to make me dead.
I close my eyes and take another swipe and because this one is finally deep enough, it'll all be alright.
I open my eyes and look out the window at the many stars. then down at my many scars.
I look at the sky, saying my last goodbye, I slip off into the night.
Dec 4, 2013
Dec 4, 2013 at 8:53 PM UTC