Best Detonates Poems
One man, one bomb, packed with rusty nuts and bolts
He bides his time, picks his spot and halts
Then detonates a foyer, full of mums and dads and kids
Who are blown apart, blown asunder, blown to little bits
Manchester, England, 2017, do I like Muslims or do I dream
Two men, two knifes, a soldier walking home attacked
Beheaded on the street and with machete’s hacked
Calmly, two men wait and joke with stunned passers by
Behind them, on the floor a headless man did die
London, England, 2013, do I like Muslims or do I dream
Three men, a car, with pockets full of knives
Stabbing indiscriminately, eight people lost their lives
The police were quickly on the scene, the men shot dead, where they stood
Another brutal terror attack and the streets were stained with blood
London, England, 2017, do I like Muslims or do I dream
Three examples, horrible but are all Muslims full of badness
The answer simply No, they shared the grief and sadness
For those that lost their lives from the few with bombs and knifes
Now Hammed and his children are scared to walk the street
With abuse and scorn hurled at them, from everyone they meet
Mohamed took no part in this, he is sickened just like we
But a few have hardened life for the Muslim community
England 2017, do I like Muslims or do I dream
Leave the people alone, let the people be
They believe in their god, just like you and me
Categories:
detonates, conflict, faith, religion,
Form:
Rhyme
Pray for the day...of deliverance
Verse 1
She shares a piece...of meager bread,
with her three children, at her side
She stares in disbelief, and dread,
with no future, coming into sight
She prays she'll see...another day,
and, find the will, to keep up the fight
She knows so many...of the dead,
hapless victims, of a genocide
Bridge
Can you believe...relief will come
and wash away all of the pain?
Just like darkened clouds that satisfy,
the, thirsty ground, with the rain
Chorus
So, can you see, all that I can see,
fulfillment of the prophesies...
Build your faith by your diligence
Pray for the day...
Pray for the day...of deliverance
Verse 2
He sells his wares, in the marketplace...
helping his family, to survive
His two sons, help him find the way,
they all thank God, just to be alive
With beads of sweat, dripping down his face
he, detonates, letting out a cry
The fighter, somehow, is quickly replaced,
by the ideology of suicide
Bridge
Can you believe...relief will come
and wash away all of the pain?
Just like darkened clouds that satisfy,
the thirsty ground, with the rain
Chorus
So, can you see, all that I can see,
fulfillment of the prophesies...
Build your faith by your diligence
Pray for the day...
Pray for the day...of deliverance
Vs 3
It's just another day at Columbine
but still, many people, remember
School shouldn't be something, to survive
like, April twenty, and fourteenth, of December
No place is safe... even for adults,
like, dancing on a summers eve, in June
The night Orlando... lost it's pulse,
with, 49 souls gone too soon
Bridge
Can you believe...relief will come
and wash away all of the pain?
Just like darkened clouds that satisfy,
the thirsty ground, with the rain
Chorus
So, can you see, all that I can see,
fulfillment of the prophesies...
Build your faith by your diligence
Pray for the day...
Pray for the day...of deliverance
Pray for the day...
Pray for the day...of deliverance
Pray for the day...
Pray for the day...of deliverance
repeat
* Friday December 14, 2012 Sandy Hook massacre
*April 20, 1999 Columbine massacre
*June 12, 2016 Pulse night club shooting
John Derek Hamilton
May 5,2018
Categories:
detonates, conflict, evil, faith, fear,
Form:
Lyric
The fireplace kindle in the moonlight.
I am along deciphering the mind’s eye.
God is here with me tonight.
The popping flame was a yellow reddish fire.
The wood burned and the smell was a delight.
My thoughts were ablaze to set the Devil afire.
Of course, I will let Lucifer exist.
He is confrontational to my holiness.
In that God is the omnipotent, Satan is the Devil defeated.
Insofar as the world is perilous, many (as I) must conquer their demons by
rostrum of our crusade as a battle won.
In India, primitive to the philosophy of religion, the reality is profound.
Deities are of one and of all.
There is such a thing as the Christian Satan.
They are enemies to Brahmans, god-giants.
Demons are devils crackling vigor.
This campaign is of war not of battle.
The action plan is to deploy Christian powers.
Revelation statuses such.
The plague of our time is trinity.
Spheral by one Godhead organizes the consecrated force.
The mercenaries are on the battlefield of and for the Lord.
With giants and demons how the monkey king detonates causing the wrath of
God.
Demons are decapitated and bodies are slanged from here to yonder.
God bellowed, “We must behead the monkey king.
He is the demon of all entities.”
The lashes influence the giants lambastes.
The Monkey King’s demons had formed their attacks.
God’s giants’ impact condemns.
They beheaded the Monkey King.
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Penned January 17, 2015!
Categories:
detonates, character, spoken word, strength,
Form:
Epic
Out my window
My garden
A microcosm
Of the cycle of life
Fading and elusive
Time refuses to stand still
The cycle continues
That first invisible rumbling
Decay detonates into bursts of life
And before you know it
Buds give way to blossom explosions
Blooming into perfection
With satin petals and vibrant colours
That won’t last forever
Witnessing the wilting of perfection seems cruel
Yet give a turn to the next generation
Just like kids running up and down the slide of life
To repeat the pattern
And know what it’s like
To birthe, be youthful and blossom
Grow old and wilt
Giving us cause to ponder
About what remains and will not wilt
And choose to what meaning to give our life
Submitted on July 21, 2018 for contest IN THE MOMENT OF TIME sponsored by KAI MICHAEL NEUMANN - RANKED 6TH
Originally posted on November 7, 2017
Categories:
detonates, death, garden, life, meaningful,
Form:
Free verse
Change your name…
Change it for one that with its scorching stigmatic fervor will evoke blood from
those who hear it. That the word detonates at the level of voices and that the
ferocity of its enunciation’s chars your tongue at the moment that it escapes your
mouth. Change it for one that is cunning. Change it for another that will be a
mirror
that reflects the falsity of its songs. A name that once spoken out loud will wrench
the feathers from the wings of angels that are in the vicinity of the conscious.
Change your name…
Change it for one, which instead of screaming in hushed tones, will resound.
One
that reflects your anguish and murders you every time you hear it. One that will
challenge the word of God. Change it and discard the one that was nailed to your
forehead. Remove the veil of your name and replace it for a new one, although it
might become a shroud. Change your name of shame for one of damnation.
Change your name of supplication and submission for one of sin.
Change your name of dead Royalty, although it might be the one of a bastard.
Change your name so that at the beckoning…
You will not answer.
Categories:
detonates, death, forgiveness, introspection, change,
Form:
Free verse
I.
What a darkness it is,
that as the planets rotate miracles
with cosmic power bestowed,
The Fall of Lightbringer
deadens the bleeding branches in Spring
as a requiem masked by your skin
paints onto the sun in a cloudless sky
The Stranger.
II.
What a darkness it is
when laughter lark detonates atom bombs in your heart
and you join me in my scarlet fever,
gazing thoughtlessly at a rainbow stream
of cars holding minds that also fear tomorrow
and are synced with Soundtracks for the Blind
underneath the sun in a cloudless sky
in April.
III.
What a darkness it is,
melting chocolate promises on concrete;
the promises of Locke Cole I cannot keep
streaming from a destitute human Roc
crippled beyond silencing waves in starless space,
smashing the guitar, he cannot fake it anymore
from a bleached sun in a cloudless sky
on Cape May.
IV.
What a darkness it is
to manually delete from your cyberspace
the immortal morning dew of a once eternal friendship,
for we all know that those imprinted souls linger
in our own, impossibly carved into reaches metaphysical,
especially when your favorites coalesce, reminders constantly
following like the sun in a cloudless sky
to nowhere
Categories:
detonates, city, color, dark, nature,
Form:
Ode
Where ancient waves dried to give land,
Eyes swim in seas of sparkling sand;
Through forests robbed of verdant glow,
Trees blaze with autumn’s red and gold;
From the icy deep lava climbs a mile,
To sleep above and birth a virgin isle;
In farthest space a lone star decays,
Detonates in bursts of diamond rays;
But there's nothing that so takes our breath,
Than the rich sun in its daily death.
Categories:
detonates, beauty, death, nature, seasons,
Form:
Couplet
Calamities…
assaulted by the Memorial Day tsunami
drowned victims & floating cars--
appendix detonates during the Season of Hell
haplessly hospitalized in the UT-Austin medical zoo
Delusion of progress…
recovering in the mobile home
plodding through texts of
postmodern pointlessness--
overcome with visions of nuclear annihilation
Life is a plunge…
sensory overload & self-deconstruction--
reading "One Hundred Years of Solitude"
pondering Camus’ only philosophical question
does Jung have the answer?
Re-entry into the (ir)real world…
Labor Day blues & academic angst
surrounded by yi(u)ppies--
mesmerized by Eastern philosophy
crushed by existential dread
The Being & Nothingness of Texas...
The Longhorns won/lost The Game
primal braying & primitive reveling
avoiding the orange phallic madness
evading beer bottles hurled by frat boys
Monstrous cockroaches inherit the Earth…
discombobulated by the sadistic heat
I ram my fist into a case of Lone Star
“The horror, the horror” as Kurtz opined
can I still resurrect myself?
Five packed together in one car…
a circuitous journey to South Padre Island
silent white sand & red star suspended over the Gulf
hypnotic waves & harsh words in the condo
the Odyssey is (in)complete(d)
Categories:
detonates, anger, angst, anxiety, crazy,
Form:
Free verse
Is war coming? Are we headed for another crazy cataclysm?
My sons, draft age. Only now can I appreciate the pain
so sharp it drains the color from one's eyes, your reason
for living gone in a spasm of violence to be forgotten
never by survivors. This fear could become real as no movie
is surreal enough to distract attention from the certainty
you did not do enough to deflect man's trajectory.
All could be well in the end but history portends
a periodic bloodletting followed by a quietus
without mercy. What's the best that can be said:
he died beside his friends and buddies. Steady
on to your own inquest and rest. A perfect rest
that improves upon the inadequacy of your efforts.
What solace can be found in the remains of marriage.
So you better fight back now even if that means
war comes sooner. At least you're fighting back, but how?
Take a minute to meditate on purpose. Science
cannot save you, neither can religion. Abstaining
from violence with love, letting prisoners go, detaining
no one at the border, inviting Chinese and Russian
scientists to our shores, defusing your own anger before it detonates,
none may be enough to save your sons.
A war president needs war, whatever. A trained
and deadly warfighter. You become what history wants
you to become. You survive if you're lucky, if not
so what, your old parents will be alive only briefly to mourn.
Then they too go to their good graves and the pain dies down.
In the meantime a new generation builds a new space station.
Since the vortex will be sucking up the poor,
let's not let the rich escape untouched. All go down
together, no one hoards gold or gets away with fiction.
If we have to fight let's make sure we fight as one,
the sons of the rich side by side with the poor's sons
and their daughters. You want slaughter? Then
let every city and back road know the new order.
I would rather watch Lalaland ten times over than have
to write this poem. I can leave home and live
in a tent or bunkhouse, eat dinner out of a tin cup
and drink water from a wooden bowl, give up
music and most of my memories to save my sons,
to save the world and avoid this war.
But that rarely happens. One is lost and found in what happens.
Categories:
detonates, crazy, fear, history, pain,
Form:
Verse
As the suicide bomber detonates himself at a roadside check
I wait for my coffee machine's light to turn green and beep
Carnage unfolds after all bits of shrapnel finish their courses
I add my spoonful of local honey to suppress my allergies
One of homeopathic medicine's simplest of analogies
Gunnery Sargent Patton's mind lays out in the desert's hot sun
I watch the milk swirl as it is added in contrast to coffee black
Corpsman Green drags himself to the moans of Private Daily
I blow the steam away as it rises from my most favored mug
The warmth is as savored as the aroma, as my cold hands hug
Private Daily's leg was removed when the Humvee separated
I have woken up an hour late and will be reprimanded for it
Green's tourniquet above Daily's bloody nub does not hold
My boss is younger than I am and was hired by his cousin
Indignation's towards him have now exceed multiple dozen
Daily dies looking into the eyes of Green who gets sniped
I watch out the window as a light snow falls to the ground
Green's head hits sand and lands on a chunk of Patton's brain
Inclement weather is the beast of burden that haunts commuting
My Hummer H2 idles in traffic as it is perpetually polluting
Categories:
detonates, conflict, death, death of
Form:
Free verse
To the Animal in me
To the Animal in you
To the heavens above
To the oceans blue
This beating heart
Two hearts in tune
This shattered world
Stands in ruins
This soul that ascends
To a higher plane
Removed from time
Far above the rain
Our worlds collide
And time stands still
Our passion detonates
Soaking in this thrill
You whisper to me
In a language that is our own
Our hearts melt into one
In this world we are alone
In this dark place
A shining light
My goddess
I know it's right
Categories:
detonates, desire, for her, girlfriend,
Form:
Quatrain
the fire is contained
its noxious gray exhalation dissipates
its horror briefly subdued
(a bomb cyclone detonates in the freezing wind)
memories of the departed
haunting a cold lifeless room
fading into numbing nullification
(apparitions drift through a punctured psyche)
almost all gone now
alone as words become muted
alone as I flail in a savage sea
(howling & hurtling toward a horribly merciful
void
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Categories:
detonates, dark, death, life, sad,
Form:
Free verse
Donald Trump Das Fuehrer's Braggadocio
Wrapped up in the Christmas holiday spirit,
I surmise doth allow
nationally collective obliviousness
to steer ship of state
(these United States)
to suffer retaliatory browbeat
ting activates, detonates, generates
je nais sais quois maliciousness
upon North American consciousness
from wickedly vehement uproarious tirades
the "FAKE" president doth crow,
whereby every word uttered
by the misfit mealy mouthed madman
in the Oval Office directly
impacts Lady Liberty, sans dow
wager even when the brash,
defensive, haughty...commander
in chief doth raised by alternately
by one or both colored eyebrow,
which nonverbal hostile
body language triggers
concomitant domino fallout
to devastating effect,
whereby analogous nee
palpable invisible reverberations
trigger thee threat
of global mortal Kombat flow
war moves the dial on
the Doomsday Clock to foreshadow
the stark realization of glow
bull thermonuclear conflict to hoe
var ominously over planet Earth,
which scenario haint Noah Joe
king matter, cuz
more'n juiced *****sapiens know
wingly, would be decimated,
where from Noel fierce
riding hobby horse, could
weather thee irrevocable low
down, once bombs away loosed,
and poised to strike
every fibrous marrow
with an irreversible tendon cee,
yet some hardy
species might narrow
lee escape radioactive fallout,
and blithely usurp meaning overthrow
this most menacing creature,
whose opposable thumb didst pro
pell the nasty, short tempered,
and mean minded
to upset status quo
and shred of a fatalistic,
graphic, and horrific roadshow
no Wizard of Oz (zee us born)
negating, obliterating, and pulverizing
the uninhabitable landscape
with burnt offerings
much more frightful than scarecrow,
which worst case scenario,
could explode today or tomorrow
leaving no trace of unlovely bones
merely mass cremated powder,
hence forsaked salvation
from... say Beto
O'Rourke, whose actively
democratic gumption joisted paradigm
grim fate recklessly
(hypothetically) did veto.
Categories:
detonates, discrimination, imagination, innocence, night,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Her smiles excites my emotions,
Her laughter spurs my joy.
She is the joy of my life, the joy of my hope.
In her, my joy knows no bounds.
She trigged my affection with her love.
And her soul travels to meet my heart.
As my heart detonates his adrenaline,
Which flows to ignite love tension?
And spark that radiates light.
Through my heart, i x-rays her feelings for me,
I saw a picture of love, tango with love
Imagine her anatomy, imagine her beauty.
Crossing my path and bamboozle my behaviour.
I am flexible in accommodation and she shelters my hope.
Because I know, she is mine.
Categories:
detonates, adventure, life, love, joy,
Form:
Lyric
Lost in your voice
Surfing every word
My mind drowned in a dream
Where we are together in a perfect world.
Discovered by your touch
As it detonates my skin
My heart pauses as you gently tempt me
To explore the person beyond first seen.
Drifting in and out of your eyes
Traveling every line of time as you smile
Doubt and hope go head to head inside
As I tease the thought of what might.
Hiding from the ripples of relationships past
As your warmth feeds the thought
That maybe in these first few seconds
We could discover a lifetime that lasts.
Categories:
detonates, life, love, passion,
Form:
Free verse