FIRE – The Strix

Did you know, if we humans hadn’t uncovered how to make a fire, we wouldn’t exist today? However, I strongly believe, if our ancestors didn’t possess a fire to even want to survive: a fire deep within to explore, to prosper, to follow their dreams…We wouldn’t be here either.
Do you still have that fire within? It’s in our genes, in our souls: feel it, embrace it and start glowing!

Patty Wolters



Fire & Tides

fire licked sky

cobalt night time

waves brushed by

kissed with a hiss

memory of us

here, barefoot

locked embrace

words understood

in their silence

we knew

as the fire knew

this moment

was born to die

replaced by tides

along shoreline


we stoked the fire

higher, higher

our love grew

gave birth to stars

in its amber flare

our eyes gazed

into the other

and saw eternity

fire or no fire

Emily Clapper

~ from PoetGirlEm


I crossed the hurdles all
I stepped on the thorns
my feet bled yet I had no plans to stop
kept going, taking the wind on my face
held the falling trees in the storm

there came a moment then
it made me feel human
a little weak, a little fragile
I so thought of giving up

days passed and then passed weeks
I measured the length of my absence
absence from my zeal
absence from my fire within

as i looked inside of me deep
I still could find a little spark still struggling
never refusing to give up to remain lit
it fought courageously all the darkness around

and I am, yes I am
still sparkling with the tiny spark
starting to look out for the day
with all my courage and my will

and I am, yes I am
to become the FIRE myself one day
to glow to the purity

until nothing could think of putting me off again
I shall light until eternity

Zigyasa Kakkar

~ from Mysestina


And the fire burns within

And the fire burns.
It brightens the dark night, it kills, it takes life, it destroys.
It burns further. Never extinguishing. It roars in the air.
Up in the open, with nothing stopping it.
Not the freezing cold night, not the waters from the storm, not the winds from the trees,
It lives on, killing everything that tries to come in the way.
It goes higher with every obstacle. It reaches the skies.
It burns red, fierce, strong.
The smoke warms up the cold night and blurs the scene in sight.
It is invincible. It has colors. It is the heat with uncountable faces.
It is the faces, the shades of life.
It is par every force, every energy and every power.
It is the fire that burns

Kashaf S.



Under the brilliance of the evening skies
It’s a play worthy of sight
The embodiment of the color of fire
Dark and tantalizing strokes of crimson
A scintillating mimicry of red lava
She’s watching the sky light up like never before

With the silent ruffle of leaves nearby and far
The almost inaudible treading on dryness by scurrying creatures
She stands among everything pure and airy
Only slightly aware she’s joined by the sounds of the now dark meadow

A starry night was always her comfort
But watching blazing colors dance in between darkness
This was her new home
A place she knew her heart wanted to be
A place she could scream all she wanted and received nothing back
Her place of utter and complete euphoria

Standing in a place unknown to her kind
Somewhat wedged in between her poisonous world around
The most radiant light dancing off her lit up skin
This was her new home

The flame ignited within her incandescent soul
Stood no chance against what she saw on the outside
Breathing in the new yet fascinatingly comforting air
She puts out the scorching fire deep inside of her
Turns her back to the now darkening fiery skies
And finds her place under the fire that broke out in the firmament.
Under the brilliance of the evening skies

Anya A.



and you slept soundly
in the world
that was on fire

wake up and behold
the first and last
light you’ll ever see

kindle this fire
give it all
that’s yours

for once in your life
you will be

know that the falling snow
the pouring rain could
never quench this fire

know that the sweet warmth
is often followed
by destruction

know that destruction
is not always

Nayana N.




Expression Crossing Continents



Featured Image and logo by AlpeJohn


7 thoughts on “FIRE – The Strix

  1. Mabel Kwong says:

    I really like the poems on fire here that you shared, John. Fire is an essential component in our life, and it manifests itself in many ways. It could be a bonfire or even a spark from of gas stove at home. The sun shining down on us. Fire, it is something that gives us warmth, cooks our food and makes sure all of us don’t freeze. Fire. It is also passion within us, something that guides us to be who we are.

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