Fire Painting With Water Poem by swetha vankayalapati

Fire Painting With Water

Rating: 5.0


Not from sky, from the art of nature,
i drove my grooves to flow with time!
I'm filled in the crisp crystals with care,
i have that purity darkness is ashame of!

Never i sleep, though u know i breathe it,
i cling to my feet in feverish sleep!
But now through a window i deter to leap,
its bars project me still more to sweep!

Not that i rest here like a weeping beauty,
a night has come as bright as a day!
In blitz you came firing woods of locked doors,
the crystals have broken and spattered in airs!

Now my blisters have conquered your warmth,
my grooves fathomed into your fire!
As you swerve along in airs, i swirl,
in your arms, now i see, time to crawl!

Tiresome colors stagger on our paths
painting, a flamingo feather i render to myth,
confirm, if in sight of time is this coldplay,
it 'll remember as never ever forever more!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Captain Cur 31 August 2012

I loved the beginning line to this poem, Not from sky, from the heart of nature. Good intro, excellent poem.

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Diane Hine 31 August 2012

A poem as vivid and lively as a crackling fire.

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Your imagination is here immaculate and bereft of superfluous connotations. The poem excels as a piece of true literary gem scintillating the rays of diction and thoughts.

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Payal Parande 12 September 2012

beautiful just beautiful...it is incredible how your thoughts flow in this poem it is just like a melody and i am bewitched.....i loved it thank you for sharing love, payal

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Prakhar Mishra 16 September 2012

u have greatest of ideas to write upon...........another masterpiece

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Beautiful expression of words in the nice poem.

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Unwritten Soul 02 July 2013

Beautiful touch as much as this gracious title too_Soul

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Rajendran Muthiah 10 June 2013

In the last two stanzas, the poet takes the readers to the realm of fancy and beauty. Beautiful expression!

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Anita Sehgal 19 September 2012

Tiresome colors stagger on our paths painting, a flamingo feather i render to myth, confirm, if in sight of time is this coldplay, it 'll remember as never ever forever more! ... great lines...

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I have been away for just a few weeks and the lady is still as mature as she was, this is really a purely matured write, one that teachs a snail how to fly, Now my blisters have conquered your warmth My grooves fathomed into your fire As you swerve along in airs, i swirl, In your arms, now i see, time to crawl, Super! The_African_Son

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