Best Atom Bomb Poems
Words of Mass Destruction
Words like bullets do not have eyes, as they fly in our hearts and materialize
Deleterious breaths that we soon despise, words written in stone we idealize
Warring weaponed words that paralyze, wounding wandering words terrorize
Torpedo texts thrown to criticize, paranoid punitive parasites will pulverize
Like the Atom bomb, words are strong only use them wisely where they belong
Some create a lullaby or sweet a song, while others use them to do their wrong
Words of deception create no affection only intervene with the inflating infection
Annihilating in their corrupt convention, wary words that bring rigorous rejection
Of the negative neurotic neglect, wording witches and warlocks of their architect
Dehumanized discord of disconnect, vengeful letters lashing will always resurrect
Words can frighten as well as enlighten, some will delight in words that tighten
Words of corruption bring self-destruction, a raging ruction of a serpent seduction.
Nov.20.2017
Judgmental People And Haters
Sponsored by: Brenda Chiri
Categories:
atom bomb, abuse, hurt, words, ,
Form:
Rhyme
Happy New World
A new day glows as the year comes to close
Opting for true love that rejects old throes,
Wishing happiness for all ringing heavenly bells,
Offering hand of friendship as tranquility dwells.
No need to waste time making elaborate plans,
A silent prayer in unison will awaken all hands
Linking solidarity to defeat emissaries of evil
When angels will join in to vanquish the devil.
Citizens of this world over seven billion strong
Have enough power to defy mighty atom bomb,
For no one would die if no one would fight,
Refusing to pull trigger will end unsightly fright.
Healing won't begin until we recognize the pain
Hiding in places where despair and grief reign.
A tiny part of each of us can restore dignity
As people rise-up to save anguished humanity.
May volunteers bring smiles to saddened faces
As regal actions shine brightly in angelic graces.
Imagine billion hands reaching to those in need
Uplifting resolutely, engaged in a noble deed.
May the world unite with heartfelt compassion
As message of kinship reverberates true passion.
In a world without wars there are no weapons
For trust builds friendship that peacefully beckons.
May new-year dawn wishing happy new world to all,
May deliverance of goodness answer every call,
May courage dominate defying perils big and small,
May harmony loom large as unity stands tall.
December 30, 2017
First place: Best poem contest by Silent One
Categories:
atom bomb, friendship, humanity, new year,
Form:
Quatrain
Think Again
I think of stuff all day
I think of stuff all night
Sometimes I think stupid
Sometimes I think bright
But I never think it wrong
Cos I am always right
At least that’s what the missus says
If we have a fight
I get ideas that turn out good
And some that turn out bad
Once I wrote a poem
That made me seem quite mad
I get all sorts of ideas
When it’s time for bed
No light bulb popped up ever
I think we’ve been misled
There’s never been a ‘Ping!’
As an idea hit my brain
No eyeball exclamation mark...
That would be insane
And if I ever find a cure
For a life that’s getting bleaker
I’ll take you on a bet...
I’ll never shout ‘EUREKA!’
But as a prosperous poet (yeah right)
Thoughts are my bread and butter
My notions come from angels hearts
And some from in the gutter
Sometimes when I cannot sleep
The thinking must be stopped
I lay awake to find a way
But the penny’s never dropped
Ideas float into my brain
But then sink like a brick
For each of Shakespeare’s sonnets
I write a limerick
One man designed a paper clip
And one an atom bomb
I guess we’ll never know
Where our deepest thoughts come from
Categories:
atom bomb, inspiration,
Form:
Rhyme
The last great snowflake standing
Little snowflakes fell swiftly
All around the house they fell
Eight male flakes_three little girls
House was lively in winter
As they all warmed by the fire
Boys' boistour tales, girls brush long hair
Then silence all rested heads
At four A.M. each morn_chores
Breakfast, lunch packed off to school
Walking that long mile was rule
School was important dad said
Soon the oldest snowflake wed
As life goes all followed him
Leaving the warm hearth behind
Some of them to produce twins
As life goes_death visited
All their humble doors sadness
Some had children die at birth
And some at very young age
What they saw in their lifetime
Changes that took place_cars_planes
Atom bomb that ended war
None their warm family disgraced
Death started visiting doors
One above middle went home first
Then slowly they all went home
But dad was the last snowflake
Categories:
atom bomb, family, father, introspection, lifedad,
Form:
Quatrain
Anyone who has lived through them as I have,
Knows the Forties were the most memorial of all
Of the decades of the Twentieth Century
And surely the most vivid in recall.
Personally, they were the greatest of my life.
I was married in the year of Forty-One.
Then in March of Nineteen-Forty Three,
We were blessed with the birth of a new son.
Two daughters followed him in their own time,
One born in Forty-Five, and one in Forty-Six.
But intruding on the joys of my own life,
Was the world which was in a terrible fix.
Millions of Jews and others were slaughtered,
Although at the time we were mostly unaware.
In December we entered World War II
To fight Hitler and Hirohito, an evil pair.
Our young men went to war, the rest of us
Pared down our lives to help to win the war.
The barest necessities were all we had,
And we were proud to be giving more and more.
The Forties saw the first atom bomb dropped
On Japan by our own beloved country.
I would have begged Harry not to drop it had I known
But of course no one saw reason to ask me.
Despite the war there were many new inventions,
And we slowly climbed out of the depression.
We constructed bomb shelters in our back yards.
The horrors of war had left a bad impression.
There were block buster movies in those years
And television was just in its beginnings.
Rebecca, How Green Was My Valley, Mrs. Miniver
And All The King's Men, had coveted Oscar winnings.
Bing Crosby, Frank Sinatra, Nat King Cole were famous.
Peggy Lee and Dinah Shore were heard.
These singers were featured and unlike today,
When they sang you could hear every word.
This is a small taste of the Forties,
I hope that I have made you understand
That everything was bigger during this decade,
War, rugged times, and big bang and big band.
Written 3/2/15
Categories:
atom bomb, memory, , memorial,
Form:
Narrative
A profession that's not the norm.
It borders on the absurd.
In the mountains and down the hollers,
powerful engines could be heard.
I decided to try something new.
Put my driving skills to the test.
Driving from Harlan County to Asheville,
It didn't end well, you might have guessed.
The city fathers got together,
figuring how to make it all work.
Everyone involved in this illegal trade,
from the mayor to the town clerk.
The hillbillies brew the dew.
Most of it safe, some burns red.
Uncle Jessie tried it once.
His eyes rolled back and he dropped dead.
Billie Ray had a hot rod '50 Ford.
Was a race car, lost more than it won.
We popped the trunk, man it was huge.
Perfect for the nightly Asheville run.
In the trunk was a steel tank.
Loaded hooch made the car ride low.
Truck springs took care of the problem.
Now the truck no longer hauls cargo.
Beneath the rear bumper were nozzles.
A switch inside made the oil flow.
When a revenuer was chasing you,
in the rearview, was quite the show.
I always wanted to drive.
Thought this life would be exciting.
Told to keep away from this game.
It's dangerous hauling white lightning.
Blazing out of Harlan County.
At first, it went fairly smooth.
Problems I planned for didn't happen.
I got settled into a groove.
Bo Duke, he would've been proud,
when I jumped the gap at Cumberland.
Crossed the stream at Maynardville.
The engine died, it's not going as planned.
I finally got it restarted.
Pretended I was driving the Grand Prix.
Ahead, I saw the tail lights of the g-man.
Oh, snap! they're supposed to be chasing me!
I pulled off the exit for Knoxville.
Checked the map, found Kingston Pike.
I heard this in a song before.
Outside of Bearden, they were planning to strike.
Kept going in spite of the tune.
There they were, waiting to spring.
Blocking the road, no way to get by,
I lost control, spun into this big electrical thing.
The car quickly caught fire.
The door was jammed, options were few.
It was like an atom bomb going off,
when the flames caught the Mountain Dew.
The next night, my funeral was held.
Played a song about some bird in a tree.
The car lights, they stretched for miles.
This life I guess was not for me.
Categories:
atom bomb, adventure,
Form:
Rhyme
The Mighty Atom
In the early 1900's Madame Curie, discovered radium
for the use in medicines, however through the years
this material was used for destructive purposes, when
they split the atom in the 1940's in an atomic atom
smasher. Scientists discovered a new material called
Uranium and coupled with Plutonium created a new
energy source which if not controlled properly could
wipe out all life across the whole planet. Uranium was
first used in a form of Hydrogen bomb, as times moved
on they created an even more destructive device called
The Atom bomb. In time the atomic bomb was able to
be dropped from an Air Force bomber, it even ended
the war with Japan when dropped firstly on Nagasaki
then later on Hiroshima. When this war ended the
atom was used in the 1950's for atomic piles, which often
were difficult to control using control rods for containment.
In later years the atom was used for atomic energy
power stations for use in electricity, but was subject
to out of control meltdowns, were uncontrollable
radiation was scattered for hundreds of miles. After
all of these pitfalls it is still considered by governments
to be a safe alterative for clean energy even though
it has the potential to destroy all life on Earth.
Everyone on this planet are living at risk of extinction
if this mighty atom was to run wild and out of control.
Written : 10th July 2013
Categories:
atom bomb, environment, science, planet,
Form:
Epitaph
The events that took place in a remote area of New Mexico about 230 miles south of Los Alamos during the predawn hours of July 16, 1945 forever changed the world. In the early morning darkness the incredible destructive powers of the atom bomb, code-named "Trinity", were first unleashed, and what had been merely theoretical became reality. Said General Groves, head of the Manhattan project, "We were reaching into the unknown and we did not know what might come of it". Some feared the consequences of radio-active fallout on civilian populations surrounding the test site. Observers were sent to surrounding towns to monitor the results of the blast and medical teams were kept on alert. But the hope and the focus was on the feeling that we now had the means to ensure a speedy conclusion to the war and save thousands of American lives.
A bit over 400 miles north, north east of the blast on that early morning in July, in a
small Panhandle farm, a girl of 17 rose, as was her daily custom, to milk the cows by
hand, she being the youngest child and only girl of second-generation Polish immigrants who made their living by raising maize and wheat, cows and chickens and selling their milk and eggs in the small town nearby. But less than a month after the July 16th test of the atomic bomb, this otherwise seemingly healthy girl fell into such a malaise that she could not even get out of bed much less carry on with her assigned chores on the farm. She was brought to a hospital in Amarillo and eventually discharged with no diagnosis other than she must have had a nervous breakdown due to some kind of female hysteria. She was sent away to a convent to recuperate but no one, least of all her parents, ever really knew what could have caused her sudden “nervous breakdown” that took place downwind and less than a day’s drive from that first historic explosion of the atomic bomb.
Categories:
atom bomb, history, mothergirl, girl, july,
Form:
Narrative
Full Circle
In The beginning of humanity there was a humble caveman
Who lived in a cave with his female companion. As they
Looked for food and created various weapons, their
Society grew and they became more advanced in their
Ways of life. They made primitive spears and used wooden
Clubs to kill their prey. As time went on they discovered a
Way to make fire. As thousands of years went by, men
Had evolved, living in huts and using coracles to fish in
Rivers. They created metal armour and weapons, so that they
Could fight wars and secure land and wealth by fighting and
Winning battles, but costs were very high, as people
Would die to protect what was theirs. Time progressed,
And men became more civilised after discovering the wheel,
But now wars became bigger and the loss of life was
Higher, but men's conquest excelled, primitive men
Became intelligent and they built roads and buildings to live in.
They were a modern society, which created governments
With wealth, by taxing their people and forming a controlled
Society with laws that had to be obeyed and groups of men
Who became Police and enforced rules that would cost the
Society money if they broke them, and inprisonment
If they were found guilty, - those laws were to be obeyed or
Refusal would cost people dearly. As Governments evolved
They concentrated on a military force to protect the people
From harm. There were soldiers who would travel on
Land and sea and later air. Bombs and super weapons were
Created to blow up cities and possibly the world as we know it.
As the biggest invention since the discovery of the wheel was
The Atom Bomb. It destroyed many lives and left the fallout of
Heavy nuclear radiation around for years to come.
In the 1950's it threatened to end all life on Earth, and the
Threat has been real ever since. Inventions are designed to
Improve the quality of life in our society, but with all these
Weapons of war have we really learnt at all, or reverted
To our savagery coming full circle back to our past,
Were we used to exist like the primitives in the realm
Of a prehistoric society fighting with rocks, clubs and spears.
Categories:
atom bomb, future,
Form:
Epitaph
Making and use of the a-bomb
An event that spewed waste
A creation that leaves poison
Man knew not the foretaste
As always some good and some bad
Today we have good use
Nuclear medicine does good
Bad if a bomb turned loose
A man can not control himself
Nor the acts of others
Only if all men learn to love
To love man as brothers
The atomic bomb changed history
The course of the war turned
So now we live in a safe world
If only love men yearned
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Contest: Historical Modified Quatrain
Written this seventh day of January twenty thirteen
Written by: Sara Kendrick
Categories:
atom bomb, history, life, love, men,
Form:
Quatrain
Let me pretend. There is no evidence in my room.
Let me rewind, and erase all sacred momentums.
Let me sprawl, my hatred and explode.
Thou doesn't want to see, the deep of the vitriol I dare not let out of me.
I'll close my face like a template for psychology.
Puzzle that'll take a lifetime and more to console.
I do not have the means to escape and provide.
To facilitate the means to grow the seed.
All that was said is left owning its own.
In the dust-bells and dire moors of all that could have been said.
Nobody warrants this love.
Nobody calls on just one.
It just echoes its tyrant as a virtue.
And confuses my wicked soul as something that if I were an alien, I'd love.
But I am full for the seed.
For the vitriol to make it this way.
And I am a scape of goat.
For the things I'll choose to let go.
But they still sing.
Like a banshee in my hay-day.
And I'll stare at you.
Like a swollen bruise.
I could patronize with that everyone already knew.
I could set a fire and turn this bruise into a scare.
I could rectify the coming changes with a steeping stone, and that I choose.
I could set a light to the gasoline that runs through these veins.
With you.
Change can scare the holiest of crowns.
On the megatons of the first Atom bomb.
In the threads of my murmurs, in the ark of my aftermath.
There will be no stories I.
This what I choose.
Somebody come and kill.
This empty shell of use.
Somebody come a choose.
To let me not dream of bruise.
No there will never be another you.
Categories:
atom bomb, change, desire, eulogy, goodbye,
Form:
Verse
TRINITY TEST
“If a thousand suns were to rise in the heavens at the same time, the blaze of their light would resemble a little the supreme splendor of the Lord”(Bhagavad-Gita: Chapter 11, Verse 12)
“ When the soul looks upon the Divine Sun the brightness dazzles it ....and very often it remains completely blind, absorbed and amazed by all the wonders it sees” ( St. Teresa)
“Thy whole body shall be full of light” (Jesus Christ)
"If the radiance of a thousand suns were to burst at once into the sky that would be like the splendor of the Mighty One... I am become Death, the Shatterer of Worlds"-J. Robert Oppenheimer as he thought while chanting the verse 11.12 on seeing the first explosion of atom bomb in the desert of Alamogordo.
(Bhagavad-Gita: Chapter 11, Verse 12). Mark the words 'burst','death', 'shatterer'; these words are not there in the original verse.Oppenheimer was a scholar in Sanskrit as well.
Alamogordo, New Mexico,July 16, 1945
Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds
A waste land, Oppenheimer looked back.
© RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY
28 October, 2014
Categories:
atom bomb, allegory, america, earth, war,
Form:
Haiku
Sleeping, work's not done,
lying on an atom bomb,
seems pretty to me.
Categories:
atom bomb, allegory, allusion,
Form:
Haiku
From morn to friendless night
He tramps the streets
Just in case he might
Come across her he's a tragic sight
But he don't care
Love gives him might
He haunts the cafes and the discos
And the bars so lovelorn
He knows that he won't find her
But he's got to keep on trying
It gives some meaning to his life
It gives some substance to his time
It is his motive and his project
And his plan so lovelorn
He only met her once
But it changed his life
And it changed his type
And it changed his mind
They say he once was
A successful man
But he threw it all up
As if he'd gone insane
And he took to the streets
And another man was born
They say love comes but once
For some but when it does
It's like a mighty
Atom bomb inside
A disease that seizes
A gentle soul
And when it comes for him
He'd better try to hide
From morn to friendless night
He tramps the streets
Just in case he might
Come across her he's a tragic sight
But he don't care
Love gives him might
He haunts the cafes and the discos
And the bars so lovelorn.
Categories:
atom bomb, london, loneliness, lonely, longing,
Form:
Lyric
She told me she stopped drinking to avoid a hangover
This, I laughed at
She does a lot of things almost like idiocy but I wouldn’t dare call it that
Not doing things to evade the consequence sounds so chic
Like last week’s episode of desperate housewives
Indeed it sounds funny but I do it all the time
I stop laughing to avoid crying
I stop loving to avoid hating
And I stopped flying, to avoid the fall
It takes too much effort to think thus every so often I follow the path before me
What’s more dim-witted?
Doing something that works or doing something that’s been done before
I’m not certain but surely I’ll find out tomorrow
When my diary is full and my last tea leaf is stuck to the
bottom of the kettle
Most of my life will be a quest to understand myself
But here I am still inquiring
Questions are for the living and answers are for the dead
This is the only answer I have
In this way I am educated
More educated then the corporate men two blocks away
Drinking star bucks to inflate their egos every morning
Cancerous cells developed in their brain from the overdose of money
That is arranged by their payroll
And I can’t help but laugh at those battling each other on political stands
For even the child staring at me from the other side of the mirror understands
That the biggest battle is within ourselves
It takes a day to comprehend how molecules work, to build an atom bomb
But it’s taken mankind’s existence to discover how our own minds work
Man has done a lot of things almost like idiocy but I wouldn’t dare call it that
Categories:
atom bomb, confusion, social, time, me,
Form:
Free verse