Fireheart poems on Hello Poetry

Liis Belle Aug 2015

She’s wind and rain
And fear and pain
She’s twists and spins
She’s the blade of all sins

She’s bone and dust
She’s beauty and lust
She’s ash and fire
The core of men’s desires

She’s the darkest nightmare
And the sweetest dream
She’s all you imagined
But not what she seems

She wins all games
Of death and thrones
She’s queen of flames
She’s skin and bone

And she’s in the shadows
Tearing worlds apart
Then putting them back together
She’s Fireheart.

This was inspired by the Sarah J. Maas's 'Throne of Glass' character Celaena Sardothien/Aelin Galathynius, so the poem might not make sense unless you've read the series.

#celaenasardothien #aelingalathynius #fireheart #throneofglass #sarahjmaas #heiroffire #queenofshadows #crownofmidnight #theassassinsblade

storm siren Jul 2016

Letters I'll Never Send pt. 4 (The Glass Series)

Dear Drift Compatible,

You are my best friend. We do not talk every day, but we do not have to. You are kind, and good, and loving. You are my best friend, and sometimes more like a mom, and I love you for that.

When I was broken up with on your porch and ever so suddenly homeless once more, you let me keep some of my stuff with you while I was in the hospital.

You offered me a place with you wherever you are if I ever need it, and that is the kindest, most beautiful thing someone has ever done for me. If I could compare you to a summer's day, I probably wouldn't. They're humid and gross and sticky, things we hate. Winter wouldn't work either, too cold and your heart is too kind and warm.

Maybe early Fall. We'll look back into it.

Thank you for being the Spock to my Kirk ('cause you make sense and I'm an emotional mess but we're both pretty smart), the Riza Hawkeye to my Roy Mustang without the weird ****** tension, and the Fireheart to Graystripe because everyone knows you're the logical Fireheart and I'm the poor-decision making Graystripe. You are the Levy to my Lucy ('Cause Fairytail had to be mentioned).

Forever your adopted child,
Who needs glass when we have anime and cats?

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#friendship #kindness #narrtive #narrativepoem

Elizabeth Mayo Dec 2012

the only thing worse than apologizing

red ink and red lipstick
there is nothing so red and gruesome than
a fireheart, a bleeding heart, striking matches and flickering
on cold white sheets and with your skin white as poetry
(T. S. Eliot's sighs, Bukowski's love bites, a blush red as Plath)
and your bed is neatly made, and my sheets are a field of unmown lilies
and the creases are pressed out, changed,
scarlet lipstick streaks and crimson ink washed away.

I swore-- like a sailor who's lost her heart to the waves--
you could point to your ghosts
and I would burn them with all of my fierce and my fury
and all the fire that I had.

I wish I was your sister that no name nor space could come between
our fingertips, our morbidezza fingertips like Mandarin porcelain
and the space between our fingertips is the space between heaven and earth.

(is never getting the chance.)

Johnny Noiπ Jun 2018

Eli Tops Himself

☉).☉).☉)
   men at     night & all
(☉ during the   day; ☉)
   red         &               the       good  - life  is
not           long for        god's   people
   beautiful   thing   going   ***   light;
black   headed        ☉   |       golden   poet's
face   dark  as the        earth ; green  &  white  ***
      big as            space   dead-****-age;
        hot   years  of   art   in the    sun's   living       body.
[her    feet   living   poetry ];             in their
rooms           poets              prayed  to      J esus  \
thought   **** &
           left   the       stars  to the
queen  of            lost   wars    hard won
moon is a   place where       real   young   hairy     snooch
         hell, the   *******   ancients             knew
   M edusa   was made to be
Miss          America; her     hand
   holding  the  door   to the      sky's
money   making   drunkard
:☉:
   blue   word s for (         ) kids   walking   call
wanting  to          think       w/
*****   alive    minds &     sea         children        love
baby   writers         ;         finding a                street cat
called   fireheart;         a   female,              open   yeh,
beauty's
m                blood   filling             great   cities (         )
                     coming   on   the
.☉.
             ugly   hands  of  death;
her    high   pink   true   toes
I     crawl    beneath   her
hidden   poem (             )     her  sweet   universe
cold  at       times   & at others
she is s      a     holy   wife   inside   a
  bad   future                 the goddess'   son   heard  \
      better   turned   ***   three
dream   guy   boy's       father
                is an American   [noun]
full of             truth   lady i       ha  s a
  star   painted    on her forehead; (               )
do u hear
the boys at the window
hear ; does it           ☉                             matter how
late   \
window
boys  throw  rocks   at the
      window                        wet ,  Eli;          s
topped all his other       ☉         painting s
|          ;             his
      mouth   in       heaven
keep ing     it     hard as       stone
     in the (                 )   deep          days  of
human   writings    ,;   ☉
     ☉                         wild   deep           & gay,
       born to   feel   kind  of like [                 ]
    dancing   &     eating the    (               )
history  of [           ☉           the          skinny
   Russian-  ***** whose   perfect
           ☉ blonde   soul was  -*****] ☉

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