You Lit The Fire
When you came to my life
the eternal snow of my solitude
melted in my soul,
formed rivers to fecundate the life,
My love was a dormant volcano
crowned by the long cold of my nostalgia
it was the quiet night, it was the night without echo,
it was the same sadness cohabiting with the solitude.
Then you arrived and lit the fire,
you gave heat to my soul and flavor to my life
then you arrived and moved away the loneliness
and banished sadness.
your love is a volcano in eruption
my love was an extinguished volcano
but the lavas of your heart flooded my being
and lit my soul!
poem by Enrique Alberto Hurtado Minotta
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Related quotes
Dormant Heart
her heart was a dormant volcano
quiet and still, then our eyes met
and the volcano exploded.
i could see the fire
i could feel the heat
as it cascaded down
my heart to meet.
as they joined forces the
heat started to rise
smoke so strong
that it filled the sky.
like the dark depths of the ocean
it rose to the top
for this was a love
that could not stop.
as it reached high into the sky
people from all over, came to see.
the faces of two lovers
'her and me'
she had thought that in her lifetime
she would never find
another love stronger than i.
but i touched her to the core
and taught her how to love ever more.
now that our faces are where
everyone can see
we will fullfill our destiny
to show the world that love is
strong as can be
and does not hide from you or me.
true love will rise above the ground
when it comes, you won't hear a sound.
it will come to you silently
as a lion stalking its prey
and leave you in total dismay.
no one can tell you how or when
it will come.
it may be with the setting sun.
but rest assured it will be there
and take away all the tears.
poem by Louis Rams
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
(Solitude poems) To Letiya
Summer has arrived
The mist has fled with
The solitude between it's legs
The season of passion has arrived
I can love you better now
The fog has melted away
The frost will never come back
I'm free when the solitude is not here
I am passionate about you I am at
Liberty to love you with a clear conscience
I am waiting here for you where
I sing the tune of love
poem by Ngaka Motaung
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
We Drank The Sadness
Come! !
Solitude, my friend
Accompany me tonight.
come! !
sit to my side
and bring your glass and pour in it
the sadness of solitary hearts.
Take their tears, put yours and take mine.
Let´s allow them to ferment a while
until they are converted into wine,
that tonight I want to get drunk
with the wine of sadness.
Tonight, in your company, I'll not only
drink your sadness and the sadness of world
but, rather, I´ll get drunk myself with my heart´s sadness
and the solitude of my soul.
Come solitude!
Let´s leave to walk and let´s scream to the world
that tonight we drank its sadness
and the drunkenness of the sadness
in happiness it finished! !
poem by Enrique Alberto Hurtado Minotta
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Wild fire in your eyes
The wild flame of your lovely green eyes
has still not been extinguished, my love,
has still not been extinguished!
In nights without stars, they glisten as two Venuses
in the immensity of the night, lighting my destiny.
Although, with the implacable passing of time,
the brightness of the fire of your lovely green eyes
became tinged with sadness, and the wild thing became fondness,
they still smile with sweetness every time they meet with mine.
My love, the wild fire of your pretty green eyes
still warms my heartbroken being in cold mornings,
when the morning nostalgia rides hopelessly,
looking for restless souls like mine.
My love, the wild fire of your beautiful green eyes,
a long time ago they found, by chance,
the hidden fire of my sad, sad eyes,
and they melted it in love fire for an eternity.
The wild fire of your lovely green eyes
has still not been extinguished, my love,
has still not been extinguished!
poem by Enrique Alberto Hurtado Minotta
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Volcano
Volcano
By: jimmy buffett, keith sykes, harry dailey
1979
Chorus:
Now i don't know
I don't know
I don't know where i'm a gonna go
When the volcano blow
Chorus:
Let me say now i don't know
I don't know
I don't know where i'm a gonna go
When the volcano blow
Ground she's movin' under me
Tidal waves out on the sea
Sulphur smoke up in the sky
Pretty soon we learn to fly
Chorus:
Let me hear ya now i don't know
I don't know
I don't know where i'm a gonna go
When the volcano blow
Now my girl quickly say to me
Mon you better watch your feet
Lava come down soft and hot
You better lava me now or lava me not
Chorus:
Let me say now i don't know
I don't know
I don't know where i'm a gonna go
When the volcano blow
-- spoken: "mr utley..."
No time to count what i'm worth
'cause i just left the planet earth
Where i go i hope there's rum
Not to worry mon soon come
Chorus:
Now i don't know
I don't know
I don't know where i'm a gonna go
When the volcano blow
Chorus:
One more now i don't know (ah he don't know)
I don't know (he don't know, mon)
I don't know where i'm a gonna go
When the volcano blow
But i don't want to land in new york city
Don't want to land in mexico (no no no)
Don't want to land on no three mile island
Don't want to see my skin aglow (no no no)
Don't want to land in commanche sky park
Or in nashville, tennessee (no no no)
Don't want to land in no san juan airport
Or the yukon territory (no no no)
Don't want to land no san diego
Don't want to land in no buzzards bay (no no no)
Don't want to land on no ayotollah
I got nothing more to say
Chorus:
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know where i'm a gonna go
When the volcano blow
Chorus:
Just a one more, i don't know (he don't know)
I don't know (i don't know, man)
I don't know where i'm a gonna go
When the volcano blow
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
The Sadness Of Loneliness
THE SADNESS OF LONELINESS
The sadness of loneliness-
I had forgotten it-
I have been away for a long time
But now in the late afternoon
In the quiet and emptiness
Of the usually bustling streets
It comes back to me quietly-
The sadness of loneliness
That we are alone in the world
Each one of us alone
And that sometimes no matter
Where we are
We remember it-
The sadness of loneliness
A Quiet sadness
A sad sadness
A lonely sadness
Alone.
poem by Shalom Freedman
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
When my soul loves your heart.....
I have your heart within me
that keeps telling me love story every night
God has given us love as the best medicine
to purify our hearts and soul with affections
When your heart and my soul touch each other
then there is no room for sadness
When my eyes close for sleep
then my soul awakes and kisses your heart
When your heart plays music with my soul
then the melodies hover like nightingales
When your heart is longing for my love
then my soul is belonging to beautiful nights
When my soul loves your heart
then its not only what your heart for
but for what my soul lives with you heart
poem by Ravi Sathasivam
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
I wrote a novel about Israelis who live their own lives on the slope of a volcano. Near a volcano one still falls in love, one still gets jealous, one still wants a promotion, one still gossips.
In Solitude
A glass of red wine spent
Recalling life's events
Crowded in my skin
In Solitude
Relishing a melody of lament
Drifting through my window
Gliding in uninvited
In solitude
Last night I cried out loud
For the sake of hearing a sound
Though I did not hear me
In solitude
Gawking at my naked fear
Of living a life unseen
Yearning to belong
In solitude
I woke up in the evening
Read a book out loud
My voice wavering
In Solitude
As the heroine yearned
In an isolated crowd
To be loved
In solitude
I walked around naked
In my new home
My skin in flames
In solitude
Every molecule of air
Brushing against me
Scorched in vain
In solitude
It was raining that morn
When I came to life
My throat stinging
In solitude
I see no soul
I hear no breathing
I smell no skin
In solitude
I mourn not waking up
Next to my beloved
To warm my frozen hind
In solitude
Yet, I feel no cold
And life goes on
As I bury myself
In solitude
poem by Deva De Silva
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
At Times
At times the soul gets clenched
in an unspeakable grief
In a demoniac grip, it chokes and wriggles
The pain of being stung by a dozen scorpions
or hacked piece by piece by an axe
Tremulous grows the heart, over love that is spent
Seeks in vain to revive the joy that is gone
Sprains to lift up the veil that darkens the soul
Wrestles to come out from the desolate cave of black solitude
The more it struggles to wade through the mess
the deeper it plunges into the morass of despair
Clung on talons of excruciating pain,
wailing a long wail of never being understood
the mind goes berserk
whirling and churning.
Anytime the volcano might erupt
emitting fumes of sulphurous smoke
with asphalt lava, spilling out,
blowing life with its violent breath.
poem by Valsa George
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Heaven With Us
It's like the realm of solitude
with silence of the night
is to captivate us
In silhouette is the mood of sleep
into enthralling dreams
Plus within the fresh air and cold
and the night so bold
such a night to slumber
We put it aside and we want to
escape from the realm of solitude
The thousand fireflies leaped across
and ignited our desire with their fire,
with their daring play to our rendezvous
With parallel vibration of love blended
our body, soul and heart into one jubilation
And we see the stars beyond the clouds
a priceless treasure of heaven
poem by Ency Bearis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Soul So Alone (2011)
Oh well...
The day I was unearthed for poetry;
my unfamiliar heart rate had rang,
and was swept away by innocence...
The day that I advertised my poetry;
my unfamiliar heart rate harangued,
and was eager for love's suspense...
The day that 'we shared' our poetry;
my unfamiliar heart rate had sang,
and commenced gentle lovingness...
So then...
That night we celebrated our poetry;
my soul illuminated, as to enchant,
and ignited passion; drawing heads...
That night we had tested our poetry;
my soul composed love to interact,
and once more removal of threads...
That night 'the love' recited poetry;
my soul untangled as you cracked,
and unraveled the scaled insolence...
It happened...
The morn arrived to breathe poetry;
my spirit grasped the earth to relax,
and feel alive, yet stagnant...lifeless...
The morn arrived trialing for poetry;
my spirit recants a differed contact,
and perils of love and measurement...
The morn arrived addled by poetry;
my spirit's dignity flowed in content,
and yet whisper deaths next attempt...
poem by David Joel Rodriguez
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The love volcano is much more dangerous when it is dormant.
aphorism by Hasier Agirre, translated by Dan Costinaş
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
Vote! | Copy! | In Spanish | In Romanian
Music of Angels
It is easy to be a river.
She has her bed and she flows.
She has her flow, beginning and end.
It is hard to be a volcano.
He's always making a new path,
flowing on a different road;
he lasts for a short while
but is remembered forever.
You are an eternal
and unrepeatable volcano.
Sleep, you princess of music.
You left us a voice of an angel.
The memory of you is eternal:
Mercedes Benz - Janis Joplin.
poem by Jankovic Zoran
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Love Will Make It Right
(d. fagen)
I knew from the first time I saw you
I wanted you for myself
You feel the same though its got to be wrong
We each belong to somebody else
Once it was vague desire
Now its a raging fire
Those things that people are saying
Cant keep our love on the shelf
How long can we talk about it
What good is life without it
Love will make it right
Love will make it right
Love will choose the night
Love will make it right
Four friends are driving on sunday
Our smiles a useless disguise
By now they know whats inside our hearts
My sweet, it shows in your eyes
Through all the foolish laughter
They know just what were after
How long can we keep on living
This life of unspoken lies
Some will be touched with sadness
But how can we stop the madness
Love will make it right
Love will make it right
Love will choose the night
Love will make it right
Some will be touched with sadness
But how can we stop the madness
Love will make it right
Love will make it right
Love will choose the night
Love will make it right
song performed by by Diana Ross
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Courage
Let our misfortune be a
runing water, our courage
borrow a lava from the
wild Volcano even though
some of our rivers are
destined to flow after we
have gone.We made life
precious we can also turn
death into diamonds, if only
we can let our soul be a
wind far from the eyes of men.
poem by Enyinwa Okechukwu Enyinwa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
One of the most amazing locations I've ever been is the top of the volcano in Tanzania, Africa. It's an actual volcano where you really have this lava every day.
quote by Jan de Bont
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Swell
The excited laughter
and giddy chatter of children
explodes in the air.
Shattering the calm.
Destroying the peace.
I look down at the huge mountain that is my belly,
the volcano of my womb.
the fire blazing
at the centre of my universe;
A tiny child.
Bubbling larva at the core of my being.
Bubbling life, swelling,
soon to burst out in an eruption
of urgent crying.
Demanding.
Persistent.
Causing disruption, chaos, fear.
The inevitable loss.
Loss of my calm peaceful life,
Loss of my freedom.
Hot tears run down my cheeks,
Scorching my soul,
Like magma.
poem by Kim Davies
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Heart Solitude
I'to pass alone the cold night without tears*
Attempt for standing without love and try the feeling heart solitude*
I'passed my long night without word's*
without power*
Tried for to pass the current ocean of love that has bring me in heart solitude*
Tried for running to resist the current dark night that was impossible*
When the current attacked and made collapse my heart*
I'fall and sink in heart solitude*
Hoped received the warm hug*
Waiting the holy kiss*
I'passed my heart solitude*
Tried to erase my feel yearn that was impossible*
I'planted my longing too much in grounds my heart, and only will become wound in my heart**
Early Works - Is It The Love In Me
Sadness is showing in my eyes
deep within the softness of the night.
Is it love I feel
or an illusion
of something that could never be real?
My heart is bouncing like a spring
as echoing in my ears are bells
chiming in concession with each other,
but how can this be
love should never come to me.
The confessions of my mind
delude my sense of reason
that it has built a myth within heart,
a falsity of fragments t
hat falsify the true facts of love and life.
Knowing love is a once in a lifetime thing
I know only sadness, it will never come to me.
My life is lost
in the boundaries
where romantics lie
in the solitude of tranquillity
where only the sounds of passion herald
near the wayward tombs of love
and only the sounds of sleeping
elude the silence of the night.
Encrusted in a velvet sky
are diamond shaped gleams of stars in the heavens
and a gold crusted ball of light - the moon,
which is said to be
a lovers light of peace and tranquillity,
but like all symbolic features of love
it has a falsity to fact,
for lovers need no moon to love
and much prefer when it is lacked.
Though all these falsities
are based on things of my past.
Could love be real?
Can it really last?
Or is my imagination taking over
my heart, my mind, my body, my soul, and my life
or is it love that has me in its grasp.
My mind tells me to deny the fact,
my heart wants me to believe it,
and so in my conquest of heart and mind
I believe my heart and fall for you.
Its all right for me,
but you - you are afraid
that I will hurt you.
In this confession,
my heart and my mind give a promise.
Never to break your heart
for I find you are the only one I love.
These words are from the heart,
not from the mind
and tell of the true deep feeling.
Although I fell I cannot tell you,
my feeling do not count
and once again like every time before
the priceless thing in life I must forfeit
as it seems my destiny is to live without love.
13 August 1968
poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!