Wildfire Poems - Poems about Wildfire

...Power you can’t bottle and sell, magick is not something to quell; Her heels click just like a bombshell, able to fuel and cast a spell; Toxic rumors grow and dispel; Throwing judgement without ......Read the rest...

...In the shadows of his presence, I stand, A mere silhouette in his commanding hand. His voice, a symphony of authority, Conducting the movements of my reality. In the tapestry of his desire, I'm......Read the rest...

...In the quiet of dawn's tender light, Our love blooms like a rose, delicate and bright. Your laughter, a gentle breeze that stirs my soul, A melody that dances, making me whole. In whispered pro......Read the rest...

...Chaos ensues when she enters the venue Deep-seated insecurities and childhood issues She takes the beauty and makes it problematic Chaos is a defining feature of her habits She aughts be in pic......Read the rest...

... Love is a silent emotion, invisible to open eyes. But, I saw the naked soul of her enigma - my universal truth. A pristine state of perfection. As her 'silence' whispered to my sou......Read the rest...

...She's a rhapsodic tale of might beyond falu dynamics sailing through heartbreak's stormy strikes and Lupus fight. In an exchange of blows with darkness, she steams in granite, kindness gleam......Read the rest...

...April fools' day - ordinarily all manner of tomfoolery abounds Written/updated since last year unlike any other when out of this world outlandish accouterments people did wear hermetically s......Read the rest...

..."What sort of world be home to those who goes about judging all souls of what they do be right or wrong and how'd they know of this-and-that be bad or good be alsoooo, true lest they were t......Read the rest...

... “I can listen no longer in silence. I must speak to you by such means as are within my reach. You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that su......Read the rest...

...Not a grand flood, but a gentle stream, Love for you flows, a growing theme. Each shared moment, a tiny stone, Building a bridge we walk upon. A whispered joke, a hand held tight, Weaving a bo......Read the rest...

...Just about every morning, I see him there, A solitary figure on the basketball court. He is shooting free throw after free throw, And most of them go in, but some do not. But it doesn’t ......Read the rest...

...My intellect is what helps me. I can jump into the purely rational space and deal.  But it's very lonely.  I lived like that for years at a time.  And, we sometimes love an idealized version ......Read the rest...

...“Just because you are soft doesn't mean you are not a force. Honey and wildfire are both the colour gold.” ~Victoria Erickson Tonight the moon sanctioned her golden halo to unfurl butterfly......Read the rest...

...In the realm of moons and breathless tides, where promises dance with a serendipitous sonnet of sunrises, along with morning kisses, unfolds a love story— a poetic novel etched in the chronicles ......Read the rest...

... Love is a silent emotion, invisible to open eyes. But, I saw the naked soul of her enigma - my universal truth. A pristine state of perfection. As her 'silence' whispe......Read the rest...