Best Bombshells Poems
They say
All's fair,
In love and war.
When broken hearts
And bombshells,
Lay shattered
On the floor.
But what of love,
Turned into war?
Is all still fair,
In love AND war?
Categories:
bombshells, angst, lost lovelove,
Form:
Free verse
Maradona
He is the footballer of the year
His frosty sport was like a boom
He announced his presence
Under a strain of marshal melody
And with a blast he entered the field;
Lost were the referee & ourselves
In the mist of his bombshells
The game has been a half-time
A smart footballer, he is gone!
It is a game to plunder & share
It is the pillage of our earth
Our earth is at the crossroad.
Categories:
bombshells, allegory, satire,
Form:
Elegy
Mad As a Hornet Contest
Sponsor:John lawless
Relating to the wrath of my long day,
I've seen choler moments singing my song,
But as I keep walking with head held high,
I'm shot down, turned around, knowing I'm wrong.
That was the day I became furious,
Like a tempest, violent weather storm,
Strange lonely continent, on God's green earth,
My rage started the second you conformed.
Bombshells exploding, my daily routine,
Trying to make sense of all the days lost,
The moment I tried to center myself,
Came up empty and can't afford the cost.
All you had to explain, your lost love, me,
Disoriented, grievance, self pity.
Date: November 17, 2015
Categories:
bombshells, anger, anxiety, betrayal, conflict,
Form:
Sonnet
Police lady kneels in prayer for peace* against echoing bombshells
Babe sleeps midst quietude inside mother’s womb.
*Philippians 4:7 ...The peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.
March 28, 2023
3RD PLACE, "Write BANTUs" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Suzanne Delaney; judged on 4/6/2023
"Two-line Bantu (or Abantu) poetry developed from the Bantu people of Africa (speakers of the Swahili, Kinyarwand, Kirundi, Zulu, Xhosa and other related languages). It arose from the oral tradition of “call and response.” In the rhythm of their work and perhaps in the spirit of a game or to relieve boredom, people would call out to each other. The first speaker called out a line that contained an image. A second speaker replied using a second image. This second image was meant to function as an elaboration or metaphor of the first."
Categories:
bombshells, christian, faith, god, imagery,
Form:
Imagism
The Journey Begins Contest
Sponsor: Matt Caliri
My transit began not too long ago,
My life had headed in directions,
So unclear, even to my own liking,
As my daily life of bombshells explode,
I ran in short distances,
Driving further away from consistency,
My direction changed that night.
I fell in love with the fire,
I had to burn,
In order to feel,
Something...anything...
Choices made from self pity,
Actions portrayed from insecurity,
And I bled...
...just to be alive.
See, that is only one part of my journey.
My life survived by making wise modifications,
My chains broke in March 2009,
And since then I have been determined,
To allow myself a fresh start,
Full of healthy mental images,
Getting drunk on happy moderation,
No mind altering chemicals would save me,
All the excess was swallowed whole,
This journey I have allowed myself to walk,
Brought me secure safety,
My conscience is finally free,
All my pain towards others,
And anguish inside my insanity,
Broke in a million of tiny pieces,
This new way of life is a gift,
Blessed with precious jewels,
Allowing surrender granted for my soul.
Now I have dreams,
Real dreams..
With real connections granted,
All my lessin's,
Turned into blessin's,
Now I sleep.
Now I care.
Now I live.
I am living my road less traveled,
I needed my wheels in motion,
In order to keep a journey so free,
By staying strong and being grateful...
...just to be alive.
Written By: Laura Urbaniak
Date: November 13, 2015
Categories:
bombshells, addiction, blessing, conflict, courage,
Form:
Free verse
When men of fame do meet discord,
They find a way to prove their point.
Then it is, they think of the art,
And call to play artists of doom.
The artists too, who know their art,
Would play the strings from their guitars,
Releasing pleasant sounds of doom
That leave men gasping for breaths of air.
Babies wail, toddlers weep;
Their mothers too have felt the sounds
Taking rise from the guitars of war,
And lay by them with gaping eyes.
Young boys leave, all on their heels,
And flee without their closest ones,
Fear oozing out of every pore
That yet has not been blocked by blood.
Sounds of horror fill the misty air:
Bombshells cracking open, ‘leasing doom,
Creaking sounds from shattered houses
Under attack by massive arson,
Rhythmic thuds of bodies to the ground
From mortal tones that vade the air,
The agonised screams of innocence,
Dwarfed only by the dreadful cannonade.
Screams of little girls, barely grown,
Receiving men they’ve never known,
Left alone in shattered raiment
To brood and lick their bleeding wounds.
Tender ones, better off dead,
Trudge along, barely standing,
With sunken cheeks and pointed ribs
Peeping from transparent chests.
They’d give their leaf-thick fleshy parts
Just to lay their hands on flour,
Before the next artistic blast takes them unawares.
What a sharp contrast they are
To all their mates that live with fame.
The day is dead, the show is off,
The artists then return to base
To meet females with smiling kids
That know not what their fathers do.
All is well, their lives are good,
As pay bags do weigh higher.
Victory is here, but for whom?
The hundreds that hushed the thousand?
Fellow men, what have you done?
Composed your master piece i guess!
Categories:
bombshells, africa, metaphor, political, satire,
Form:
ABC
A cupola shin, prickly dick creed, hoary
testes tossed, master baiting ova all eel trades
crossed the fecund Rubicon and ejaculated
olly olly oxen yawping, in utero seminal raids
with phallic coup d’etat that buck came vasocongested spades
lit torch, where hello kitty Ernst lee screeched
amidst Grafenberg tit parades
bumping uglies during four nuke key eight ting game
where pinkish puckered two lips viz biological
Russian roulette played – birth control relegated as desuetude
hotly contested fee conned, caved heat seminal blitzkrieg overlaid
bilging swamped,
whence olds eye goat ruff fused exiting nightshade
shy ham mull in, and gave way to blast ta cyst
vis a visa viz biological fertilization qua two plump milkmaids
from inchoate seeds juiced beginning
to compress bladder re: lemonades
per diem mother via umbilical cord fueling gestation,
where sonogram shows faint genetic threnody skein
perchance manifold jades
nope – no fallacy when peppy thrust with sucks esse full feint
after thwarting objection against skin flute charmed thence invades
which begot conception from chromosomal traits stitched
via jean S, and her faction of trumpeting handmaids
whose fecund ditty began to feel swell as biological reproduction
showed no uterine back grades
as Tabula rasa In utero endured fusillades per what mother tubby ingested
sustenance promulgated noticeable womb dar full expansion fusillades
of nutriments ordaining future health of progeny
riddling endless questions within the gallimaufry
discombobulated mental, physical fatigue enfilades
and spiritual state of momma me ya in tha family way, whereby baby blueprint an outcome as nano sized atomic bombshells scoured decades
to determine the ontological makeup from when the fluid dynamics
spelling impregnation since time immemorial and into the future cascades
artfully concatenating eminent grise immaculate kindred laminated with waxy substance i.e. vernix, though smooth
doth serve analogous to microscopic switch-blades.
Categories:
bombshells, adventure, age, anxiety, baby,
Form:
Cinema Memory Lane # 2
An Affair To Remember with the sexiest
Bombshells Of The Silver Screen in the
Casino Royale, this was a
Day Of Heaven just like the time
East Of Eden in the beautiful
Fields Of Dreams with the
Gold Diggers Of Paris playing in the
House Of Games and
It All Happened One Night, also there was
Jezebel who fell in love with the
King Of The Gypsies one of the
Last Action Hero who started the
Mutiny On The Bounty but had
No Way Out, he surrendered
On The Waterfront now he is
Pumping Iron with
Quigley Down Under, like a
Raging Bull they are planning
Something Wild, now it will be
To Be Or Not To Be an
Unforgiving
Victory, free again, now their
Wings Of Desire is to ride with
Xena The Warrior Princess in her new
Yellow Rolls Royce to meet a
Ziegfeld Girl in New York
Erich J.Goller
Copyright © 4.7.2009
Categories:
bombshells, adventure,
Form:
ABC
A Horny Walter Mitty
Her plunging neckline drove him
to want to sink his face deeply
between her bulging firm breasts,
but his wife would never let him.
She kept him from living the lifestyle that
he always fantasized about.
Unfortunately, his wife was extremely
devout and built with a very stout form.
She was always the bread winner of their
household.
If she wasn't, he'd find himself between the slender thighs of many buxom brunette
beauties.
He once got laid by a sultry red headed,
french maid while zoning out during rush
hour to his wife's prison tower.
This poor man had absolutely no power
or manly backbone.
He crawls home every night like a baby coward.
Maybe one day she'll die or he'll nerve up and
leave her.
Until then, he'll have to dream of a team of
Russian blonde bombshells, scantily clad
to serve him vodka shots on their tanned and toned bodies before dinner.
He smiles a devilish grin,
for he secretly enjoys being a sexy sinner.
He is pleasantly pleased and well satisfied
to be the sole winner of his own household.
Categories:
bombshells, adventure, fantasy, happiness, love,
Form:
*Image of Fireflies, Lightning Bugs, and Glowworms by Old Farmer's Almanac
*Lampyrid Rhapsody
Aliferous light
launched nightlife emanations~~
bombshells arrest eyes
of mini suns erupting
beams, amidst earth's verdant life.
2022 March 09
*1st Place*
Firefly Tanka
~~JCB Brul: Judged 2022 March 16
*Lampyrid: Fireflies, Lightning Bugs, or Glowworms
NOTE: Formerly written as a Haiku, 2021 August 02, presently rewritten as a Tanka, 2022 March 09.
HMS: 5,7,5,7,7.
Categories:
bombshells, insect, light,
Form:
Tanka
The optimist said that fifty years is half your life,
but the audience surely knows
that men don't live much longer than
the heyday of their town's proud factory
or the life span of an empire in the modern age.
Fifty-five years down a blind path cluttered with bombshells,
every wrong foot a heaving blast,
brickbats, not lemons rain down on
my tiny comic parasol till
I am left here holding only bent and rusty bones.
This is the part where the optimist will spin a yarn
about weaving a tapestry
from the ragged bits remaining,
the breathless crowd expecting the hero
to run their happy gauntlet again and again,
till the last clod falls.
Categories:
bombshells, age, angst, death, life,
Form:
Free verse
as soon as april is upon us
bulbs mushroom into beauties
the snow is barely melted
everywhere a feast to see
spring has worked its magic
with an uprising of tulips
in every shape and colour
AP: 1st place 2025
Categories:
bombshells, april, color, flower, nature,
Form:
Free verse
I sit here waiting for my fish dinner
Wondering if Club America is going to be a winner
With no wall in sight
The casino sports books say this is going to be a good match, right
One side of the country views
Say complain and campaign until they can not refuse
While the other side has a one man stand
From someone who benefitted from being a media personality fan
As the match gets ready to go down
Club America has a way of being always on the town
Shaking hands and making a fuss
While riding the country in a comfortable tour bus
Saying we are rock stars
And debate what we say at your bars
There are no bombshells here
Just telling you who our party is going to choose to be the one in charge and steer
Now as the parties offer their beliefs
In this production to choose the Commander and Chief
After they do speak
What type of action can the public do to put on the heat?
After all the daily news reports
The general public should be able in their own minds hold the Decision 2020 court
Before going to cast the questions, they should ask
Who are these people and what do they mean to me?
Knowing in reality none of them they will never actually see
It is now coming to the hour of the Club America match
And on this Friday, I have finished St Peter’s catch
Feeling secure Club America is in good hands
While most Americans sit in the stands.
Categories:
bombshells, america, blue, drink, fish,
Form:
Rhyme
*Image of Fireflies, Lightning Bugs, and Glowworms by Old Farmer's Almanac
*Lampyrid enthuses
aliferous light
launched nightlife emanations
bombshells arrest eyes
*Fireflies, Lightning Bugs, or Glowworms
2021 August 02
Categories:
bombshells, flying, insect, life, light,
Form:
Haiku
World War 3
Basic instinct of human is to kill.
How long will it take for human civilisation
to get reformed, can’t be predicted.
The more powerful will be a Nation
the more greed to rule the world
and capture other countries
will get stronger.
Common populace does not support war.
Administration take decisions,
If one Nation initiates on invasion
to capture piece of land of other Nation,
or overpower other’s freedom,
World peace is always vulnerable at random.
Other associated countries get automatically involved.
And World War starts, problem will not be solved.
Now another modern nasty technique :
Most modern Bio weapon has got intrusion.
Inventing techniques to infect other countries
spreading fatal viruses to abolish populace.
The old idea to drop Nuclear bombshells is going
to abolished
So far every human does not admit own identity
as Global Citizen, then discrimination
between racism and religion will continue.
World Wars will never stop.
Human Race should follow only one religion
and that is human religion.
To prevent World War 3,
the only solution is COMPASSION for all GLOBAL CITIZENS.
LOVE and RESPECT every human being
irrespective of culture, race and religion.
Otherwise World War 3 will occur
sooner or later.
Categories:
bombshells, love,
Form:
Free verse