Best Annihilate Poems
You can bleed me blind,
execute my eyes,
victimize my vision,
immolate my imagery,
nullify my name,
suppress me into silence,
slaughter my soul,
execute my ego,
slay my spirit,
veil my verses,
poison my prose,
annihilate my alliterations,
ravage my rhymes,
waste my words,
vaporize my vocabulary,
halt my heartbeats,
but you will never
pause my poetry
Categories:
annihilate, angst, poetry, society,
Form:
Free verse
Torrential rain, blinding wind howling,
Dark heavy clouds ominously scowling,
Brilliant radiant light of electric flashes,
Following the lightning, defiant crashes,
Loudest blasts make brave men cower,
Thunder so deafening it exudes power,
I was born of a powerful thunderstorm.
Still attached to its base, I will spawn.
Nature’s most violent, I am called TORNADO,
300 miles per hour, my winds will blow.
A rotating column of air touching the ground,
Violently spinning with a horrendous sound.
I will cause fatalities at a devastating rate,
Buildings, and whole towns, I will annihilate,
People panic seeing my deadly approach,
Over fields and farms and cities I encroach.
Lifting up animals, houses and cars in my wake,
My tempest is unending, with fury, victims I take,
Finally cold down drafts signal my final gust.
I slowly cease rotating and turn to dust.
Categories:
annihilate, storm, wind,
Form:
Personification
The world was silent as they died
The victims of a genocide
Armenian blood considered cheap
Dehumanized, their wounds cut deep
Starvation in a desert land
A naked, bleeding, hopeless band
The relocation just a ruse
A Death March of rampant abuse
Few decades later, Hitler said,
“Forgotten are Armenian dead.
Perhaps I too can do the same,
for who remembers them by name?
I’ll kill the Jews, yes, every one!
The world can’t stop me till I’m done!”
Another genocide took place
For Jews, no favor, mercy, grace.
These horrors haunt humanity
But who can stop insanity?
Now Jews are on the killing side
They claim it’s not a genocide
Poor Gaza has no wailing wall
the bomb blasts made the strongest fall,
and wailing’s heard on ravaged streets
where children lie in bloodied sheets
From rubble rises stifled cries
a mother dies with open eyes
her arms still clutching baby tight
while blasts light up the Gazan night.
A father faints beside the grave
of children whom he could not save
And those who manage to survive
Must fight for food to stay alive
Though Israel forgot its past,
the truth of what they’ve done will last.
The word they use? Retaliate!
The proper word? Annihilate!
Get rid of every single one
The work of vengeance must be done
A freedom fighter? Terrorist?
The slaughtered ones can’t answer this.
Instead of useless rhetoric
Protect the dying, wounded, sick
Wake up and stop this savagery
Please do it for humanity!
No matter what my choice of word,
I grieve for those who died, unheard
I groan with shame for what I see
The death of human dignity
To you who did not raise you voice,
Who claimed you really had no choice,
one day the genocide will be
of loved ones in your family
Before you go down to the grave
Cry out for someone’s help to save
But silence will reverberate
For lesson learned was learned too late
When your life bleeds out on the ground
The world will watch without a sound.
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Categories:
annihilate, corruption, death,
Form:
Rhyme
All you do
All you say
All you write
In the jasmine garden
Is a frenzied drum
Bludgeoning me to dumb
Intensely numb
I feel
As I reel
Yes
As you come
Rising on tides
Passion overflowing
Deluge in the veins
In a hurricane
You dominate
You violate
You annihilate
My stability
My balance
My tranquility
My nonchalance
You seek to
Sweep me off my feet
I resist
To be devastatingly kissed
Who does want
A plundered restaurant
I hold breath
But you hit underneath
With your tremendous vigour
A wild rigour
Breaking all norm
Of rhythm and form
You become
The fierce Atlantic storm
From head to toe
Fast or slow
Everything you claim
You monster hurricane
In a primitive joy
You destroy
Spears and arrows you employ
Pull down and enjoy
In a poor coordination
I reach my limitation
And surrender
Before your violence
And horror
Frantically you tear
All the roses there
The tendrils of hair
The hymns of prayer
Whether in Florida
Or in Miami
Riding on reckless liberty
Everywhere the same misery
Either Katrina or Irene
Harvey or Irma
The same surging ocean
The same commotion
You flood me with
I groan beneath
I have to writhe
And wriggle as fiercely you breathe
Well now as you are quieted
Having deconstructed
All my emotions
Are now back to the ocean
Give me your resilience
The ocean’s brilliance
Let me reconstruct and create
My new cup and chocolate
My balance
In the new circumstance
In future if you need to come
Come with tribal drum
Played by striking with sticks
In the nerves crimson kicks
Come in drizzling ice and gentle rains
Not in tornadoes and hurricanes
Please …
Categories:
annihilate, anger, angst, hope, imagery,
Form:
Free verse
The idea behind this poem came from reading a poem of the same title, written by Richard “Canadian Man-god” Lamoureux. Now, his poem went in an entirely powerful, yet other, direction than I thought it was going to go. I happily let him know that. So, he decided to have me touch upon where I thought he was going with his poem.
Some people really need to be careful what they ask for… ;-)
On an 8pm, Louisiana dream
Tastes of nocturnal, July humidity
Succumbs flagrant passions
With moistened grip, they tease
Coltrane whispers annihilate tense exhales
Under concave moon
She threw Mr. So and So onto Pacific Ocean’s waterbed
As if she was a professional baseball pitcher
Down
The
Middle
His exuberance would shatter sound’s tattered walls.
Slow grinds
Chemical reactionary bliss
Similar to Neutron bombs
Minus the consequences
Her tailored skin
Ready for gripped, enigmatic resolutions
But, first,
She had to “freshen up”
“You’re already being fresh, don’t stop on my account”,
He says with Monday mourning frustration
As cedar scented bathroom door shuts with determined patience,
And running water with a mix of Celine Dion hums from her trained throat
He stands to gather his thoughts…
…until his eyes exit stage right towards her opened travel bag
A pair of satin boxers & edible, Cotton Candy hand-cuffs from Target
With a signed, perfumed gift tag,
“Can’t wait for tomorrow, Mr. Such and Such,
-Love, your Hedonistic dream”
As running water came to serenity’s halt,
She exited restroom with shedding curves.
Her strut became dislocated,
As she stared into his trembling pupils
Wiping the cotton coating from his lips
“Too bad you couldn’t chew your way out of this one”,
The other half of the handcuffs smeared in cursive signature
Against yellow-gold gift tag he hands her with unedited closure
With striking slams against Louisiana hotel door
Parallel to Mother Nature’s thunderous clap
He exits stage left
Giving almost-lover
A proverbial slap
©Drake J. Eszes
Categories:
annihilate, games, life, lust,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Floating high in deepest space, un-seen by eye, exploding stars
breath new life, from gas and rocks a planets birth, that leaves a trail
for mankind to annihilate, this planet earth once was blue!
Solar flares soar out through space disrupting waves and bending light
heat and life, a nucleus that keeps us warm…elementary
unconquered, a viking probe spies, breaks barriers seeking signs
While black holes devour light; then inside out birthing new stars
galaxies stretch out fingers to a dark void; infinity
the big bang brought us life and hope from gravity; gravitas.
© 15/6/2014
Debbies contest
Categories:
annihilate, space, planet,
Form:
Sijo
Heavens are open to view in the late night sky.
Celestial bodies spinning in orbit, moving
Light years away, exploding out of our sight,
Some on the same primordial path our
World once took; inviting travelers who
Roam the infinite universe, because they can!
How shallow minded to think we are alone,
To scoff at proof and stubbornly cling
To antiquated concepts of the past.
Visitors walk among us, though we
Are not aware of what we share. . .
They know the id is filled with fear and
Programmed to annihilate that which
We do not understand.
The times of enlightenment are at hand. . .
A special gift for those willing to let go of
Their egos and open their minds and hearts
To embrace the destined future.
Categories:
annihilate, travel, visionary
Form:
Free verse
The attack on a shopping centre, is a crime against humanity
And yet we to continue to ignore, this ongoing brutality
You must always show a strong hand and stand up to the bully
Even if it that means triggering, an unwanted world war three.
Well it seems to me that we're letting, Vlad Putin have his way
When in fact we should be making, that war criminal pay
I'm sick and tired of the hatred that he has got for the west
And with his idle threats and bullying, he's putting us to the test.
Every time the Russian troops commit, a criminal atrocity
They laugh at the civilised world and murder with impunity
The west needs to mobilise and send Western troops in
And annihilate all the murdering thugs under Vladimar Putin.
Putin is a dead man walking, there's a price on his head
There will never be real peace until that physchopath is dead
Ukraine didn't ask to be invaded, but are putting up a brave fight
Whilst Putin is putting nukes in Belarus, to increase his military might.
Alex Lukeshenko in Belarus, is a poodle of Vladimar Putin
Is seen shaking hands with him and standing there with a grin
Another despot who's in power, because of a rigged election
And who supported Vladimar Putin in his botched invasion.
UPDATE - Turkey had concerns with Finland and Sweden joining the NATO alliance. These concerns have now been addressed and the path is now clear for both countries to join NATO.
So put that in your pipe Putin and smoke it till you choke.
Russia has withdrawn its troops from Snake Island in the Black Sea, a goodwill gesture they claimed, believe that and you'll believe anything.
Written 30th June 2022
Categories:
annihilate, death, murder, war,
Form:
Rhyme
The spirit or third eye is the center to see the world
Without it there is all pervading spiritual darkness.
We are truly spirits who occupy physical bodies
Without bodies couldn’t be a part of physical reality.
Boosts functions of perception, intuition, visualization
Its element light, the seat of the Soul, color indigo
The ability to see within and beyond the physical
Between eyebrows the tenth gate of inner realms.
In Hinduism one of the Lord Shiva of Trinity is three-eyed
It symbolizes spiritual knowledge and power or wisdom
Left eye the moon, right the sun and fire the third
Known to annihilate the evil activities in the physical world.
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Categories:
annihilate,
Form:
Free verse
Walk everywhere. Go on long sea voyages;
Ask for days like symphonies of slow music,
banks of blue flowers to wrap you in the moment.
Become immersed in watching clouds
spiders building their webs.
Travel by the slowest modes of transport.
Ride a camel, camp out in the desert.
Move into a museum and declare it real time.
Dress in a crinoline. Decorate your room with
fossils. Read endless books- make your own wine .
Churn your own butter. Grow a garden.
When all else fails,
pull the hands off clocks. Declare it a crime to tell
time.
Hang curtains on the daylight. Hold back the sea.
Ruin the sun and cycles that turn,
annihilate the moon - close the doors on eternity.
Suzanne Delaney
Categories:
annihilate, analogy, imagination, time,
Form:
Free verse
Everyone in the soup chant my name, because I'm bringing another poetic attack.
Ryan, you've had your 5 minutes of fame, now I'm breaking your poetic back!
So you need to be realistic, read your slam, then read mine.
I'm what people call "futuristic," because I'm a poetic Einstein!
I told you in a soup mail, when it comes to slamming, there's no competition!
P.D. has you under her spell, like she's programming an air=condition!
See I know why you stepped to the plate, you were looking for some recognition.
So your poetry I'll gladly annihilate, with your mother P.D.'s permission.
Why bother to even retaliate after my slam's left you in such a condition?
With your poetry you can't intimidate, because you haven't enough ammunition!
I hate a poet who thinks they're good when they really could use some practice.
If I could, I would beat you silly with a Texas cactus!
This isn't right of me, but Ryan you must not have had a clue,
That my slam poetry will utterally consume you....
Engulf you in a poetic inferno, and leave you a smoldering heap!
What-do-you-know!? It's a T.K.O.! And I've put Ryan to sleep!!!!
Note: This is why I don't want to slam with you, No offense, but I have to focus on your idol
P.D. So run back to her with your tail between your legs and tell her my filing cabinet is full
and ready;)
Categories:
annihilate, slamslam, poetry, slam,
Form:
Rhyme
"Consistency"
by: Eric L. Boddie
Contemplate, debate hate
Rate state magistrates
Mate great fates
Wait....date late
Deflate straight weight
Emancipate inmate traits
Dissipate irate gates
Indicate! Investigate! Litigate!
Incarcerate? Degradate? Incinerate?
Rejuvenate! Captivate! Demonstrate!
Innovate! Motivate! Fascinate!
Anticipate! Dedicate! Articulate!
Communicate....congratulate....exonerate
Infiltrate....penetrate....interrogate
Implicate! Detonate! Annihilate!
Separate? Segregate? Disintegrate!
Categories:
annihilate, change, conflict, confusion, endurance,
Form:
Rhyme
A woman's scream was the only sound, and so I rightfully put on my crown.
Like a dream, P.D. lasted 11 rounds, but has finally been knocked down.....
Sidney you fought a good fight, but the crown has always belonged to me!
You're a poetic parasite, and have no business calling your write's poetry!!
I have a slithering tongue, sending poetic orgasms throughout your mind.
My words will have you sprung, giving you back spasms as I make love to you from behind!
My word-play is sicker than bird flu, having you beg for a shot of antidote.
I'm branded on your heart like a tattoo, pouring poetic anthrax down your throat!
You had your chance at romance, but had a fear for my love's atmosphere.
I gave you love in advance, but thanks a lot, you wanted no Lancelot, So bleep you
Guinevere!
A sick fate, you chose Nate over a poetic heavyweight, so I'll be seeing you later.
Checkmate, your poetry I've come to annihilate, destroying you like a terminator!
So as I raise the title high above my head for all Poetry Soup to see;
A poetic bloodshed it will be, if another poet wants to slam with me!!!
*My fellow poets, i hope you enjoyed this fun write. I love you guys at the soup,
but it's time you guys recognized the slam champ;) "The Poetic Warlock"
Categories:
annihilate, dedication, fantasyslam, love, poetry,
Form:
Couplet
When hearts are enraged
by storms they cannot control
Violent actions may lead
to murder most foul
A heart filled with hate
will not hesitate
to kill those it despises
Life it will annihilate
Jealousy, that green eyed monster
Can turn brother against brother
As in the biblical story of Cain
Whose envy left his brother slain
Categories:
annihilate, death, murder,
Form:
Rhyme
Zone A is a flightless bee turning a corner on a wheel. A glowing wheel. Wow such atomic prowess of stripes. But entering under the ocean and travelling at speed is a submerged undetected mobile monster whose instruction is to annihilate an entire side of a country. Wave not at this. The sea life is very confused at the disturbance in the waters. It is not the fault of a fault line. It is merely the beginning of an eradication. This is no underwater pretty specie. It is a journeying destroyer. All trees know. They feel the vibrational frequency through their wise roots. No signal boxes in an underwater roadway. Preplanned movement of murmurs. Akin to an epic blockbuster multiplied by several million. Safety safer still stating staying survives? And a dish of frozen ice cream is never eaten in a grey shrapnel cloud. Take a very large multicoloured multifunctional tent into the centrepiece of a land mass. Reaching residences. No ha no x nothing. Perhaps later. Maybe not. Message mingling minding mince. And a dove flying at over 80000099 feet above sea level. Not good. Not wow. Deviant not a design. Pickled worm. And a fat portly man with a pumpkin face. Darkness's of fortresses with smoked food. And an oceanographic soup boiling. Sap sale spit. And a dog in a stripey square hat laughing. No telephone wire in an earthly clump then. Ornithological 57*90*1
Categories:
annihilate, age, america,
Form: