Poems About Fire - Fire Poems

My love is like to ice, and I to fire:
How comes it then that this her cold so great
Is not dissolved through my so hot desire,
But harder grows the more I her entreat?
Or how comes it that my exceeding heat
Is not allayed by her heart-frozen cold,
But that I burn much more in boiling sweat,
And feel my flames augmented manifold?
What more miraculous thing may be told,
That fire, which all things melts, should harden ice,
And ice, which is congeal'd with senseless cold,
Should kindle fire by wonderful device?
Such is the power of love in gentle mind,
That it can alter all the course of kind.

After that hot gospeller has levelled all but the churched sky,
I wrote the tale by tallow of a city's death by fire;
Under a candle's eye, that smoked in tears, I
Wanted to tell, in more than wax, of faiths that were snapped like wire.
All day I walked abroad among the rubbled tales,
Shocked at each wall that stood on the street like a liar;
Loud was the bird-rocked sky, and all the clouds were bales
Torn open by looting, and white, in spite of the fire.
By the smoking sea, where Christ walked, I asked, why
Should a man wax tears, when his wooden world fails?
In town, leaves were paper, but the hills were a flock of faiths;
To a boy who walked all day, each leaf was a green breath
Rebuilding a love I thought was dead as nails,
Blessing the death and the baptism by fire.

As king fishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame;
As tumbled over rim in roundy wells
Stones ring; like each tucked string tells, each hung bell's
Bow swung finds tongue to fling out broad its name;
Each mortal thing does one thing and the same:
Deals out that being indoors each one dwells;
Selves -- goes itself; myself it speaks and spells,
Crying What I do is me: for that I came.
I say more: the just man justices;
Keeps grace: that keeps all his goings graces;
Acts in God's eye what in God's eye he is --
Christ. For Christ plays in ten thousand places,
Lovely in limbs, and lovely in eyes not his
To the Father through the features of men's faces.

Right down the shocked street with a
siren-blast
That sends all else skittering to the
curb,
Redness, brass, ladders and hats hurl
past,
Blurring to sheer verb,
Shift at the corner into uproarious gear
And make it around the turn in a squall
of traction,
The headlong bell maintaining sure and
clear,
Thought is degraded action!
Beautiful, heavy, unweary, loud,
obvious thing!
I stand here purged of nuance, my
mind a blank.
All I was brooding upon has taken
wing,
And I have you to thank.
As you howl beyond hearing I carry you
into my mind,
Ladders and brass and all, there to
admire
Your phoenix-red simplicity, enshrined
In that not extinguished fire.

The flames dance and flicker,
A mesmerizing sight,
As they devour every inch,
In their path of burning light.

The inferno rages on,
A fierce and mighty force,
As it devours all in its path,
With its unrelenting force.

A passion that burns deep,
A flame that never dies,
As it lights up the darkest corners,
And illuminates the skies.

The beauty of the fire,
Is in its warmth and glow,
As it brings light and comfort,
To all who bask below.

Medium Poems

The flames dance and flicker,
A mesmerizing sight,
An unbridled passion,
Consuming with delight.

The heat is all-consuming,
A blazing inferno,
A love that cannot be contained,
A fiery, untamed glow.

One touch can set it off,
A spark to start the flame,
A burning desire,
That cannot be contained.

Oh, how it consumes you,
A fire that will never die,
A passion that's always burning,
Until the end of time.

The wind is howling,
The flames are rising high,
A wildfire is raging,
And smoke clouds fill the sky.

The trees are trembling,
The animals are fleeing,
The heat is all-consuming,
And the flames, unrelenting.

It spreads like a disease,
Consuming all in its path,
A fiery, unquenchable blaze,
With an ever-growing wrath.

No one can control it,
No one can put it out,
The wildfire keeps burning,
Till there's nothing left but doubt.

It ravages everything,
The land, the air, the sea,
A force of nature so mighty,
Yet so devastatingly free.

Out of the ashes,
A new flame ignites,
A phoenix is rising,
With a renewed sense of might.

It spreads its wings wide,
And soars up to the sky,
A symbol of rebirth,
And a hope that won't die.

From destruction comes creation,
From darkness, there'll be light,
A phoenix rising from the ashes,
A fire burning bright.

Even when all seems lost,
There's still a chance to rise,
A new chapter, a new beginning,
And a chance to soar to new heights.

Long Poems

In every heart, there is a fire
Eternal, fierce and wild
A force that sears with burning desire
A light that never dies

Some flames are tender, soft and warm
A gentle heat that soothes
A cozy hearth on a winter's morn
A flame that never moves

Other fires are wild and bright
A blazing inferno that consumes
An unstoppable force that ignites
A fire that never looms

Sometimes our flames flicker and fade
In darkness, they grow dim
And we fear the spark will never be made
That the light will go within

But we must never give up hope
For our flames will always endure
And we must never let them go
For they are the light we adore

For our flames are what make us alive
They are the essence of our being
And so we must let them thrive
And never fear their gleaming

So let your flame burn bright and true
Let it light up the darkness and gloom
For in the depths of every one of us
There is a flame that will always bloom.