Fire poems use the imagery of flames and burning to convey deeper meanings. In some cultures, fire has historical or cultural significance.
It represents change and the process of overcoming obstacles. The intensity of fire makes it a fitting metaphor for love and desire.
It is a metaphor for life’s challenges and struggles. Sometimes, fire poems celebrate the beauty and power of nature.
It helps you appreciate the beauty and power of nature. Reading these poems about fire allows you to connect with your own emotions and experiences.
They remind you of the strength within yourself. Let’s read some of the fire poems in this poetry collection.
My Love Is Like To Ice, And I To Fire’.
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? …
Kin”
By Carl Sandburg
Brother, I am fire
Surging under the ocean floor.
I shall never meet you, brother—
Not for years, anyhow;
Maybe thousands of years, brother.
Then I will warm you,
Hold you close, wrap you in circles,
Use you and change you—
Maybe thousands of years, brother.
“Fire-Logs”
By Carl Sandburg
Nancy Hanks dreams by the fire;
Dreams, and the logs sputter,
And the yellow tongues climb.
Red lines lick their way in flickers.
Oh, sputter, logs.
Oh, dream, Nancy.
Time now for a beautiful child.
Time now for a tall man to come.
“Fire Pages”
By Carl Sandburg
I will read ashes for you, if you ask me.
I will look in the fire and tell you from the gray lashes
And out of the red and black tongues and stripes,
I will tell how fire comes
And how fire runs far as the sea.
“Fire.”
By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
Ashes denote that fire was;
Respect the grayest pile
For the departed creature’s sake
That hovered there awhile.
Fire exists the first in light,
And then consolidates, —
Only the chemist can disclose
Into what carbonates.
“Hell Fire.”
By Robert Herrick
The fire of hell this strange condition hath,
To burn, not shine, as learned Basil saith.
Poems About Fire and Love
Fairy in the autumn forest
“Love’s Furnace.”
By Michelangelo
So friendly is the fire to flinty stone,
That, struck therefrom and kindled to a blaze,
It burns the stone, and from the ash doth raise
What lives thenceforward binding stones in one:
Kiln-hardened this resists both frost and sun,
Acquiring higher worth for endless days–
As the purged soul from hell returns with praise,
Amid the heavenly host to take her throne.
E’en so the fire struck from my soul, that lay
Close-hidden in my heart, may temper me,
Till burned and slaked to better life I rise.
If, made mere smoke and dust, I live to-day,
Fire-hardened I shall live eternally;
Such gold, not iron, my spirit strikes and tries.”
“Oh Day Of Fire And Sun”
By Sara Teasdale
Oh day of fire and sun,
Pure as a naked flame,
Blue sea, blue sky and dun
Sands where he spoke my name;
Laughter and hearts so high
That the spirit flew off free,
Lifting into the sky
Diving into the sea;
Oh day of fire and sun
Like a crystal burning,
Slow days go one by one,
But you have no returning.
“You Cannot Put A Fire Out;”
You cannot put a fire out;
A thing that can ignite
Can go, itself, without a fan
Upon the slowest night.
You cannot fold a flood
And put it in a drawer,—
Because the winds would find it out,
And tell your cedar floor.
The Mystic’s Prayer
By Fiona MacLeod
Lay me to sleep in sheltering flame,
O Master of the Hidden Fire!
Wash pure my heart, and cleanse for me
My soul’s desire.
In flame of sunrise bathe my mind,
O Master of the Hidden Fire,
That, when I wake, clear-eyed may be
My soul’s desire.
Fire and Ice
By Robert Frost
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
‘Ashes Denote That Fire Was’.
By Emily Dickinson
Ashes denote that fire was;
Respect the grayest pile
For the departed creature’s sake
That hovered there awhile
‘Upon the Burning Of Our House’.
Anne Bradstreet,
That fearful sound of “fire” and “fire,”
Let no man know is my Desire.
I, starting up, the light did spy,
And to my God my heart did cry
To straighten me in my Distress
And not to leave me succourless …
‘A Burnt Ship’.
By John Donne,
Out of a fired ship, which by no way
But drowning could be rescued from the flame,
Some men leap’d forth, and ever as they came
Near the foes’ ships, did by their shot decay …
Purging Fire
By William Shakespeare,
The other two, slight air and purging fire,
Are both with thee, wherever I abide;
The first my thought, the other my desire,
These present-absent with swift motion slide
Autumn Fires
In the other gardens
And all up in the vale,
From the autumn bonfires
See the smoke trail!
Pleasant summer over,
And all the summer flowers,
The red fire blazes,
The grey smoke towers.
Sing a song of seasons!
Something bright in all!
Flowers in the summer,
Fires in the fall!
Carlyle and Emerson”
By Montgomery Schuyler
A bale-firekindled in the night,
By night a blaze, by day a cloud,
With flame and smoke all England woke,—
It climbed so high, it roared so loud:
While over Massachusetts’ pines
Uprose a white and steadfast star;
And many a night it hung unwatched,—
It shone so still, it seemed so far.
But Light is Fire, and Fire is Light;
And mariners are glad for these,—
The torch that flares along the coast,
The star beams above the seas.
Beautiful young elf woman
“The Burning-Glass”
By Walter Murdoch
A shaft of fire that falls like dew,
And melts and maddens all my blood,
From out thy spirit flashes through
The burning-glass of womanhood.
Only so far; here must I stay:
Nearer I miss the light, the fire;
I must endure the torturing ray,
And with all beauty, all desire.
Ah, time long must the effort be,
And far the way that I mu
“Love’s Furnace.”
By Michelangelo
So friendly is the fire to flinty stone,
That, struck therefrom and kindled to a blaze,
It burns the stone, and from the ash doth raise
What lives thenceforward binding stones in one:
Kiln-hardened this resists both frost and sun,
Acquiring higher worth for endless days–
As the purged soul from hell returns with praise,
Amid the heavenly host to take her throne.
E’en so the fire
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