Backfires Poems | Examples

The Spark

It’s not the storms that bring me down,
But sudden noise or violent sound.
A cupboard slams, the coffee spills,
And I’m back among the distant hills.

A car backfires, an angry tone,
And I’m no longer here alone.
The past comes rushing, sharp and fast,
The present’s gone, the moment’s passed.

A shadow moves, my heartbeat climbs,
I’m trapped inside those other times.
So small the spark, yet fierce the flame,
It calls me back and speaks my name.

Cold Start

Cold starting the car on a crisp autumn morning
my Dad wasn't the happiest bloke,
put antifreeze in it, ran the engine, ten minutes
and then he could pull out the choke.
On his pale blue Austin the locks needed defrosting,
condensation to clear from inside,
warm water down the screen and then give it a clean
after that, it was ready to ride.
In my sixty second year, like that old car, I fear
(and it crept up on me without knowing),
I now have developed a cold start routine
since otherwise I can't get going.
Wipe the sleep from my eyes,
stretch my arms to the sides,
move my head in a figure of eight,
a good cough to feel better
clears my carburettor,
then a yawn, and a two minute wait.
I get out of bed but my exhaust backfires,
I wasn't quite expecting that,
with a moan the good lady hides under the sheets
and I'm left with a disgusted cat.

Cannot Understand Cruelty

I rarely hate, because it always backfires on me.
Causes me to feel anxious, stressed, sad.
But I do hate hurting; when people are cruel
to each other, to animals, to our planet.
Cruelty is something that I cannot fathom or excuse.
Why would anyone want another being – human
or animal to suffer? How can they live without empathy,
compassion, kindness, love for others? If there is one
thing I hate I guess it is cruelty. What is her purpose?
What is she to teach us? I wish she would go away forever.
I cannot understand the need for her.

Bloomer

red rose ploy seen as 
“bloomer,” blue mood wallflower’s
strategy backfires!


Date posted : 7th February 2021

A War of Words

a trijan refrain

Demagogues fighting in a war
spar to find the liars.
Though it generates some rapport,
toleration backfires.
Demagogues lose in false debate.
Speak up, strive to keep the facts straight,
      demagogues, fight!
      Demagogues' fight
hopefully ends in Truth’s checkmate.

Demagogues fighting for their lives
honesty clears their names.
Distorted data only drives
to falsify their claims.
Truth’s checkmate dies in deep despair
till forthright courage dares to care
      truth’s checkmate wins.
      Truth’s checkmate wins
the victory is answered pray’r. 

Demagogues fighting could conclude
words divide wrong from right.
Grace and mercy grant latitude
if truth has won the fight.
Unanswered prayers we abhor;
integrity accounts for more
      answered prayers.
      Answered prayers
finds demagogues winning word wars.

February 25, 2020

a demagogue might be a person running for office
or a ruler already in power

Advice For the Pain Inflictors

Broken battered angry deranged parents 
Try to break their children at an early age
So they will not be alone in their misery
It works with some, however, with others 
It completely backfires.

They take their pain and shake it into poetry, and art.
They write it into songs and musicals that become world-renown
They ease their sad experiences into ways to help others
Think Oprah, Shirley Temple, Maya Angelou, Tyler Perry and Ellen DGeneres 

Children who shine the brightest as adults were often the ones
Who were put down, tromped on, slapped, whipped and 
belted when they were children.
Our most proficient writers, authors, poets, singers, dancers, and actresses 
The ones whom we all look up to, were often put down as children.

Listen, you broken battered angry deranged parents 
Beware, your pain-inflicting will not work.
Worse, when they become rich and famous,
They may wipe their shoes of you
And not help you at all in your old age.

The Beacon Beckons

Does a banished beacon beckon?
But of course all beacons beckon
But only briefly if not brightly
Though never as boldly as the baritone
Before balancing bagpipes blowing ballads
But it’s got backbone and backfires
Unlike the babbling bellow of a baboon
Baffling unbelievably because it’s so beautiful
Below bitter backlash in its blackened background
It behooves that a backtalking boyband backstage
Betwixt a balmy bamboozled ballet bandstand
Would betray benign bountiful bequests
Between a bashful baroness’ baptism by barnacle
And a bastardly barrage of barroom banter
But yes all in all the banished beacon does beckon



AP: Honorable Mention 2020

Submitted on July 1, 2019 for CONTEST NO 620 WITH ALLITERATION STYLE THEREIN sponsored by BRIAN STRAND  -  RANKED 2ND

Originally posted on April 27, 2019

Inflicting Guilt On Children

Inflicting guilt and worries on children.
Disturbing concepts that help none of them…
Unless you want to keep them paranoid, anxious and in line.
But warning, gurus of guilt and angst, 
Teaching them the world is an unsafe place,
And that love is conditional, sometime backfires,
Paralyzing them, keeps your neonates immobile, unhappy, and perpetually sad
But if it meets your needs, who cares, right?

Deceit Always Backfires

To caress egos
Hollow minds with muffled hearts
Create fancy sounds,
Resonating deceit, they
Rob their souls of true friendships

Friends R Us 4 Us

Friends of heart for us
Are mountains like
And harbors there
Are there
In back-ups
They are us
As backfires life
Where others
Who we are in chase ghosts
In mist
who missed are mass
where winds
hit in massive at whirls
and warps of life
friends are rare lead in lit
so they are for us light
as warps and whirls in life
friends are us 
and they are light
for us

Better Yet

Everyone on earth has purpose
When that monkey doesn't perform
Life becomes a wild circus

You wake up to an alarm clock
Give up your dreams
Must not have felt important
Backfires with a ass kick in high swing

Laziness isn't a disease,
It's a choice
Everyday you deny change,
You're ignoring an angels' voice

The earth wont spin a solution on your lap
Open your senses and live the minutes
Wake up your spirit from it's boring nap

Better yet,
Do it for your offspring
Be an example
The out of reach idea needs to be wiped cleaned

Don't be afraid of rejection
The more you share,
The more you'll provoke attention
It's proud and awakening

It's standing in front of people and making them dance
Singing in front of a crowd entertaining
Never thought you'd have the chance
But you took one and it feels good
Keep doing it because it's happiness, make it last!

Nothing in this world is more important than making people smile
If there's something you can do to bring that on
Make tons of it and bring me a sample
Share it and share it again, then share it more
It's more contagious and your worries washed to shore
Seeing happiness is a moment everyone adores!

What Is Love

Love, such an easy word to say but feeling it is a differet story. Feeling all the passion and pain it can bring is such a special glory. So many times we have spoken the word not really knowing the true meaning; untill it backfires on us and cripples our trust we are numb to the pain it can bring. When a man loves a women it can make him feel like a boy. Butterflies in his stomach couldn't ask for more joy. Stayin up every night, falling asleep on the phone; when they're not by your side you feel so alone. Stand up for your love and you might feel defeat, let love pass you by life will never be sweet. Which road should I choose, which answer is best.... With you I choose love may our hearts do the rest.

"i Love You"

I thought it was real,
But yet it was fake,
Oh this love felt so real.
But it was just too late.

Why do people play this,
Like a game, or joke,
But yet all along,
The Joke was me.

I should of seen this coming,
Yet my I was blinded,
by my love.
What I thought was to be.

I try so hard,
to make people see me.
But it always backfires,
and they pass right by me.

I should've known better, 
then trust another.
I won't make same mistake twice,
But I will love another.

They say you can't Find love,
you know what I say,
Love finds you.

Oh how long till that day comes,
when those three letters are used to me,
And the One with me says,
"I Love You".

Fifty Frames a Second

Farewell to the order, cried in depth, 
A surface skimmed flat stone, 
For sure the past drinks slower breath, 
Cold-cocked and slow deflating; 
When the tyres kiss the steely rims 
And wrecks replete with rusted hubs 
Drop over distant hills. 
Only backfires and laughs remote, 
Crackled, reticent, teary mist 
Calls some faraway vagabond chord 
Resonance flecked with Autumn frost; 
For futures crook a tapered claw 
Towards the sun or flyblown lamp 
With essays in cement. 
Farewell to the friends, going to ground 
In some blue remembered bar room 
Or vaulted in a rift in time; 
Fifty frames a second played 
Circuitous peepshows in the mind, 
As silver nitrate lightening flashed 
Glimpsed meanings of a life...

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