Best Electro Poems
Periodic table of elements
Periodic table of elements,
the true heart of chemistry,
Law of periodicity clements,
Mendeleev is not a history !
Bonding between two hearts,
ignoring all the negatives,
When breaks and rips apart,
defying the electro positives,
Atoms randomly disperse,
Directionless, blinded and betrayed,
Valencies in their course traverse,
Swaying in the numbers brigade !
Written January 2nd, 2015
For contest "Periodic table of elements" by Anthony Slausen
Categories:
electro, imagery,
Form:
Rhyme
the ivory sun
is
the
harbinger of rain and tears,
awakening the sleeping
streaks of gold and sage,
to rise and rage
in sakura s i l e n c e,
as the sound of
d r i z z l i n g diamonds
reminds me to reminisce,
how you and I
danced to the
blissful beats
of electro-pop,
oblivious to the
fluorescent fogs
blinding the morning
stars,
singing in
contrasting cadence,
the chorus
of youth,
where innocence
plays hide and seek
with the demons
hiding in the corners
of fragile conscience.
sometimes
I fear the seconds,
crawling in slow motion,
too afraid to let go
of the grief
nestling
in my heart
as a poetic memento
of how I’ve
known the synonyms
of trust
and tranquility,
amidst the childhood tremors
that tangled
my inner peace
into knots of
dreariness.
tonight I rejoice~
raising a
rose-tinted glass
of
moonbeams
to celebrate
another sunflower dawn,
adorned with
mellifluous memoirs
of us,
a friendship
woven into
the spine of
galactic supernovae,
where your
laughter reverberates
across the sizzling skyline,
like music
to the wind and waves
of angels,
residing
with hyacinth halcyons,
engrossed
in the picturesque
presence of
your
pristine utopia,
where love still flows
like a river untouched
by the seasonal storms.
so, in this
w o r l d of woes and throes,
let me be
an echo
of your ink and blood,
for I still
breathe the petrichor,
petals of p e a c e
thriving
in the
meadows of mourning,
as your tender name
is the
crystalline cue
urging my muse
to
praise the
mystical musk
of graceful magnolia
that lingers
in
starry stillness...
Categories:
electro, grief, growing up,
Form:
Free verse
JADE
by Rosemarie Rowley
I knew you fainthearted what side you were on
When you talked of social reality: not Jesus at the well
With the Samaritan woman, or the invisible loss of power
Which halts her speech and causes His deference
Holding her in trust for what she is.
You can talk of rural communes in China
Till the cows come home – leading them will be a girl
Bearing a key-ring and a dead black raven.
Your ways are sweet indeed, nectar and honey
And vinegar to end it all: you’d let all the
Wells in the world run dry for a principle
And proudly show us the papier-mache women who survived,
Embalmed with bitter hope and urgent salvation,
To tell the tale on electro-magnetic tape.
Categories:
electro, allegory, angst, anti bullying,
Form:
Sonnet
Power in the night time
flowing down those pole wires,
bless electricity!
your breakers not thrown,
bright light for everyone to see,
bless electricity!
armature moves,
electro-mechanical,
bless electricity!
tesla coil fires,
transistors begin switching,
bless electricity!
amplifier energy,
music notes play,
bless electricity!
Categories:
electro, science,
Form:
Haiku
On the Mother Moon
Between the lipatospace and terrloid of two techtronic plates, great fountains of terrasawl pour from a captured dormant lake,
Crimsondands of cluster clouds, and seep oily resin amidst, smoking craterlike angulated compact pressing fleeing corralmist.
Giants shift as if anger was a pledge, where anglights spear trogalights in a nightmares purple wedge,
Hematite between two gifted globe’s, motionless she slips, dombing underpasses amide horologic cliffs.
Crippled vanes compressed afar across and gaping cheels of light, scream tearing peaks encounter triapoks silent ghostly nights..
Uneven acropolis’s acrylic tombs conceive, monumental infinity in calculating reprieve.
Formulated gas clouds envelope acrid crystal mists,
Amidst aggregated life forms recriminated, encrotelamented correlated twists...
Electro formations spiral tide, escaping eraptulites risk,
Riding seahoppers that do collide, encapsulating risk.
Ruthless. And Immortal diseased micro iridescences float away, on mirrored purple sky lops corroded into apparel, Where mammoth tuskers flounder and sing alongside the screaming whale...life breathes toxic gasses in a criptalonic lung bored in senapods underbelly slung.. On this moon now encapsulating life,
Grotesque forms of female genital the size of giant hands, like tortured rubber bands, Lay naked here on tectonic plates on volcanic ancient sands.
Categories:
electro, allusion,
Form:
Romanticism
My cat likes to sit in the window
He watches the passerby with a cool gaze
And though he cannot speak English
His meows are full of disdain
My cat likes to flick his tail back and forth
While he licks his hind parts
Maybe there's a secret eternal
Or maybe he simply farted
My cat likes to listen to electro swing
And I see him swaying to Caravan Palace
He sure loves to dance on Saturday
But every day to him is Caturday
My cat likes to look at me solemnly
Like he's seeing something dead in the trash can
He probably hates my existence
Even if I feed him every day
Categories:
electro, cat, funny, humor, simile,
Form:
Free verse
Poem Title: Marriage
She’s my bride
My new beginning
Marriage so passionate
So deep in depth
So beautiful
A mystery misunderstood
A relation of commitment
A companionship
Headship over my bride
Even as Christ
There going to be many times we may agree
There going to be times that’s going to be hard
For you and me
Marriage the state of being in love
Affection due to her
Love should apply to every marriage
A crown that’s on everyday
A commitment that should be enforced everyday
A companion youth to old
Friendship and love
My help My counterpart My copy
There until the job finished
A strong supportive bond between you&me
During lower levels of stress
To bring the greater good
Being alike
Securing the obligation
“Honesty”
Not depriving one another property by dishonesty
When we deny one another property by dishonesty
We are cheating food for the relationship
Render to portray something the devil cannot take
Something he cannot recreate neither reanimate
Remember the vows
Remember when we use to argue for the
stupidest reasons
Marriage is a work in progress
God joined us together we going stick together
Like electro magnets
Putting in the missing fragments
To put our marriage together
Striving to be together
Two Birds of a feather
Keeping track of one another like a tether
Marriage is a spiritual representation to make us
“Holy”
Beyond the human view
A divine picture between Christ and you
Marriage is something you should get into
“Marriage is a contract between 2 people male and female doing what it takes to make the union work until death due them apart”
Martellis Thurmand
Categories:
electro, beautiful, beauty, best friend,
Form:
Romanticism
I found you on the humbled wheat fields,
Out in the dramatically flattened open
They used to stand so tall, and now,
In only a moment…all fell before you
So very little, in contrast,
You towered over their severed stalks
Your light radiated and pulsed from your frame,
Leaving rainbow-electro ripples in the sky
You beckoned me closer and closer,
And as I glided toward you in terror and wonder,
Life itself became pleasantly unclear
The word, how
Remained on my parted lips...
Instantly, all that mattered was your existence,
How you swayed back and forth so enchantingly,
Teasing the wheat that bowed before you
Your eyes, intelligent, dreamlike, and wide,
Having seen beyond my every capability,
Knowing answers I have died over every night…
I was drawn to you like the honey bee to the giant hyssop
Though instead of brushing against fragrant petals,
There was a looming gloom of potential doom
Marvel drowned out all such fear as I drew ever near
As questions, so many questions, ached to be articulated
This inquisitive soul salivated in your shimmer
With a prayer for all humanity to see what I see…
When time became merely a silly story rhyme,
You answered every question like a parent to a child
The awe of your wisdom burned my stubbornness,
For in that moment, learning was living
No science, no reliance,
No fact, no future to fumble
Only truth today
Was fed to a child who once thought she knew all
Screaming and pouting in hopes for victory
She knows nothing until she grows taller than the earnest wheat
To fall effortlessly at your strange, alien feet
Inspired by the song “Tiny Alien” By Katie Melua
“Just how far can you fall,
When you still feel so small?
Will you love me through the sorrows, tomorrows,
Whatever the future will bring?
Tiny alien”
And for the contest sponsored by: Silent One
Categories:
electro, change, deep, future, life,
Form:
Free verse
802.11 I got it from,
the electro magnetic spectrum.
We can hash it all out and add speed & security,
AES, 3G, 4G, LTE.
Whatever smartphone is modular and popular,
wireless networks, triangulated towers.
It's known to drain your power so you're charging, surfing,
try to find the combination to keep it working.
So we can watch twerking videos, and get spammed,
#twitter, facebook, pinterest, instagram.
TCP/IP and Multi-layered protocols,
7 is the magic number to understand it all.
Physical, datalink, network, transport, session, presentation, application layer,
The seven-layer OSI (Open Systems Interconnect) is the standard integrator.
Categories:
electro, education, poetry, technology,
Form:
Rhyme
As I waited on the Constable I wondered why the
gate was open and the front door locked, by whom?
The Constable arrived blowing his horn at the front gate
in an old Dodge pick up, real old Dodge Pick up
It looked as though the whole bed was full of wood,
God I don't need that much, I thought to myself
Howdy Thar Richard, he said in that Maine drawl
I brought your wood for ya, take what ya need
Tell me Richard, you shur ya want to do this?
never too late ta change tour mind ya know
To go home I mean, no one bendin your arm here
No Constable, I'm sure I want to check this place out
Names Arlin, Arlin Danforth, though most folks call
me Zeeke, Thats what you can call me too, if ya like
Neva been a man set on formalities and all
Sounds good...Zeeke, I'm Rick as we shook hands
We finished loading the firewood in my SUV, I took
about half, and told him thanks a lot for the wood
If ya need anything else, give me a call on that portable
phone ya got thar, with that he left, in that old Dodge
When I arrived back at the front door, I went up
the porch fumbling with the key Zeeke just gave me
for the door, and found it not only unlocked, but open
about two inches, The same door I knew was locked.
So it begins, at that point I figured I had best retrieve
my EMF meter and take a look around a bit, before bringing
my things in the house. My EMF ( Electro-magnetic field)
meter was turned on and ready, just in case, well ya know
If there was any paranormal activity going on around
me it would light up in a flash, it had seven lights depending
on the level of activity, with no lectricity as Zeeke would say
any reading it showed would be subject to investigation
To my right was a staircase winding it's way up stairs
with a window (uncovered) about the only one, lighting
up most of the area, and most of the entry way
as I grew near the staircase the meter sounded, four out of seven.
Well now!
To be continued
Categories:
electro, imagination, mysteryme, old, me,
Form:
Narrative
hear others out there, just beyond my wall-wrapped sharing space
they break on through, sneaking inside my head
far above, front-nosed pilots point high-flying seated people tubes
passengers squeezed in tight, some feeling dread
as jet engines cloud-buffet, amplifying reverberations
chimney-chambers funnelling their muffled sound
momentary fear spills downward into the peaceful living-room
then gone, soon forgotten, on journeys bound
clank and clang, lift-arm lorries crawling slowly by the gateway
sin bins scooped, coloured cravings half-consumed
cascades of clinking glass crescendo, bottle-bank vomiting noise
rapid cadence, ambient drone resumed
programmed heat, timed with boiler clicks, powering-up, igniting
cold metal creaks around expanding joints
curtains swish, blinds roll open, bleary blinking, homely morning eyes
aural sequencing as the day appoints
distant yowl of hooter horn, duly departing commuter train
car doors slam, abrupt jarring intrusion
gauntlet-running mothers compete with pavement-blocking pupils
fumes linger, safety scarring delusion
radio din, depressing electro-magnetic compression
shovelled earth beside the thin blaring-out
men again dig doggedly, patching patches for the umpteenth time
careless strike, gushing hiss of waterspout
road tyres clip, manholes rattle, drum the brief mid-morning lullaby
rise and fall, the doppler siren speeding
two-wheeled tiny engine buzz, irritating as it nears the ears
loudspeaker hails, vies for votes its pleading
post person presents the parcels, delivering rat-a-tat-tat
cats scurry as scratching dogs lunge and bark
then sudden bang, spread-eagled pigeon, wingspan on window-pane
stunned, fluttering, hoping to reach the park
Categories:
electro, day, Lullaby, morning, sound,
Form:
Verse
Dusk finally breaks
so we assert ourselves with ecstasy
and weed.
We claim omnipotence in pills and
crystals, whose uneven facets
reflect our fractured souls
shone through the darks of our
eyes.
Whose catalyst propels our
transmission down highways of
perfect pavement and engraves
narcotic hieroglyphs,
gashing chasms eventually.
The bittersweet glitter in matrix
with potentiations of piperazine
and lactose.
We toast to the eve with ale
and liquor--
the sapor of chemical licorice before
an overdue nicotine stick.
It tapers from tongue and
touches stomach and makes
me feel pure again.
Whose rollercoaster ride excites lust
and leaves me caressing
myself hours long.
My innards are robotic and clang
with metallic echoes--
I am a machine of total creation
whose gears are greased and
grooved marvelously.
Driven by emphasis of metamorphic
eroticism transitioning between
infinite colors--
they drape above;
it is a nebula and brushes my
cheeks.
And smiled on endless lips
ear to ear
and didn't mind a retorted,
confused frown because she didn't
understand what I was on.
She should be on this, too.
She should smile with me.
She should hear this music that
is coming from nowhere--
the weightless melodies of jazz
and blues
and the screwdriver bits of
electro-pop and trance.
They kept me until morning,
just as the flooding turned to
drought--
the barren Mississippi,
the barren Mississippi!--
it won't rain for weeks
and my chasm is complete.
Categories:
electro, abuse, addiction, culture, teenage,
Form:
Free verse
"Doth if not thrill thee, Poet,
Dead and dust though thy art,
To feel how I press thy singing
Close to my heart?"
Close to my heart you came
When of you I learned of horror
How you were locked to tame
The depression trapped though error
In insane asylum
Years of electro shock treatment
Made her even more glum
Her writing helped with this ailment
Misdiagnose illness
How could those doctors make error
Despite works reflect giftedness
Janet Frame's poems "The Pocket Mirror"
Quote is from:
"The Passionate Reader To His Poet"
Written by:Richard Le Galliene
Contest: The Passionate Reader
Sponsor: Constance~My Dear Heart~
Janet Frame
A New Zealand Author
She left a foundation to help young writers..
Categories:
electro, health, on writing and
Form:
Rhyme
Gale force winds have blown away the top of his skull
Impaled by a fallen tree with the prison of his mind exposed
Tim’s pierced splintered and dismembered fragments
mash freely with mushed grey matter ready for take off
A lobotomy of sorts a wholesale removal of a vanishing soul
‘Do not worry, this too will pass you cannot fight nature’
but his thoughts and emotions are lost in oblivion and void
‘After thunder comes the rainbow’ but his colours have faded
Blank paint on black canvass and no light in havoc and pain
‘Take those pills they are pink orange purple and yellow’ yet
braindead waves guts gore pillage and plunder have followed
the storm and Tim lies numb naked dissected and ruptured
Electro-convulsion as last resort has failed as the straight jacket
burst at its motionless seams and beams have nailed him to a cross
and cross fire frying lightning and thunder into hot ashes and gashes
Angels found no right nor rite of passage with all traffic suspended
The eye of the storm's euphemism in contempt of torrential calm
as a mental Hiroshima engulfs him at the epicentre of destruction
Fully enshrined in atomic radiance Tim has neither time nor energy
left for the I-Self in tempest’ turmoil and blesses his very own death
Categories:
electro, depression,
Form:
Free verse
He was born with a bushy round follicle-free head
and walks with two legs, because
he is a Neanderthal(1) mutant,
for he is a mutational product,
he is an android(2) not found in the evolutionary tree,
and that’s why he was so sad; he began to roam the surface
of the earth, he climbed up the mountains, crossed the rivers
and traveled over the expansion of fields beyond the horizon;
to soothe the sorrow of being alien
he labored to find another android similar to him;
and if he finds one, he is forced to lay her down on the ground
and sow the seeds to establish a new genealogical table;
the seeds grown to Hominidae.(3)
As time goes by his hair on his head became thinner
because the roots of his hair decayed from no follicle
and at last, he became bald;
each time a sun-ray reflects on his head
his anguish grows in the valley of misery he is trapped in
and leading his poor life. He escapes from the valley and crawls
into a cave(4) peculiar from all the other caves he’d seen so far,
and he fixed a flag.
As the wind rises the flag streams,
when the flag flutters the sky roars to pierce the ears;
then the sky falls to the ground from a gap between
the roars gushing out ashes and fires. The fire heats
to burn the stones lying here and there by the water’s edge.
When sky, earth, fire and the stones intermingled in one
it tortures the Neanderthal with the red-hot iron of death,
then, *****Sapience survived from breathing the oxygen
that Neanderthal left behind; and as day grows taller and taller
*****Sapience finds the way to preserve oxygen;
thereupon, Hominidae mixes this excess oxygen to produce
black powder with the ratio of 10KNO3 + 3S + 8C,
and stuff it into a bamboo-tube;
tomorrow therefore explodes, time stops,
the sea swallows the earth. As things come this far,
though there may be worse things waiting in the future,
the crippled time, comes with quick steps winding a malfunctioning clock.
NOTE: 1. *****Neanderthalensis and *****Sapience are different *****species, therefore, though *****Sapience Sapience is not a mutated species, but just so regarded in this poem.. 2. Android: in this poem this phrase is synonymous to synthetic organism rather than electro/mechanical robot. 3. Hominidae: this term is used as existing modern Human. 4. Francis Bacon, Idra Specus.
Categories:
electro, allegory,
Form:
Prose Poetry