Best Explode Poems
it's like
the petals
of flowers
are the pins
on grenades
i pick them
one
by
one
are we better
are we not
one
by
one
until they all
drop
Hard to tell with the movies these days
What's real and really what's not
It's totally amazing what they now can do
Yesteryear it was always the plot
For old guys like me it's hard keeping up
Changes are happening so rapidly
Thankfully though, my guru-like son
Helps me and quite happily
My brain used to suck up new information
With the power of a Hoover vacuum
Now I need strength and intestinal fortitude
Just for my trips to the bathroom
Where is it leading, technology I mean
Electricity will be driving our cars
Gasoline will soon be a thing of the past
We'll make regular trips to Mars
Really kinda happy I won't be around
My old fashioned brain might explode
Pretty damn sure my out of date cranium
Eventually will read “overload”
© Jack Ellison 2015<>
I'
m
in
a
r-
oom filled
with psychedelic
machines. Each
with a trigger about to blow
One look. One word. One hand
gesture. And their time is up. Ex-
plode! I try to say something kind...
something to mitigate...instead, "I'm
not going to listen to this crap." Am I
the monster they claim me to be? Is
my skin green? Are my eyes red?
Teeth clenched like rods on
barred windows?
Time to...
EXPLODE!
Let the stars explode,
Let the drama unfold.
The unraveling of a code,
Is all this Christmas hold.
A season is over;
Our hopes and dreams,
May stay stronger,
Though we feel no steam.
To this day we celebrate a years end,
Peace and love to all humanity.
Let love grow without a bend,
And make this season a velvet memory.
Merry Christmas!!!
Coexist in complexity
A perplex proxy of our galaxy where exotics exist
Exhale the excessive vexations toxic to expansion and relax among the obnoxious exposure
An example of expanded thought mixed with textbook genetics
An extrovert flexible to the exceeding paradox
Excited to be the exemplar, to exit and convex from the parallax of proximity
The nexus between over exquisite luxury and existentialism is the elixir to this maximized hex we were coaxed into
Explode in the mixture of climax and detox,
Expelled in rebirth of the matrix
The phoenix complex exhibits flux and exalts us to a higher axis
Beyond this matchbox mindset we extol
Your lips need a sewn on button
Your a big addicted glutton
To the awful words your saying
Your tongues a sharp sword that's slaying
Victims everywhere and place
Trails of your mean disgrace
Are found when your mouth is open
Saying it is only jokin'
Jokes are meant to make you smile
Not to corrupt or defile
The way you have been abusing
Others with bombs you are fusing
More power with every word
To me it is just absurd
How someone can be amused
With this joy, I am confused
Why daily this is how you live
Becoming this insensitive
Playing with others emotions
Is a mean and crazy notion
Which needs to be stopped right now
Soon I will see you go POW
When your words do backfire
Knowing your a filthy liar
Sooner of later, he will pay his dues.
That temper of his has a very short fuse.
Don't you hear that clock ticking away?
Something will make him explode some day.
Before he does, we had better run.
The slightest thing will make him come undone.
Inspired by another member's poem
A loud crack of thunder echoes close by
A flash of lighting darts across the sky
Ocean waves start dancing like in a club
Ominous dark clouds thicken high above
Smoke begins to rise among the multitude of trees
The air quality is not good I start to wheeze
Sounds of sirens fill the night air
The forest has exploded into flames too much to bear
Like a scene out of a disaster movie, only I am in it
Time to gather up some things ready to split
In my mind, I know everything will turn out fine
One thing I know I will never forget is this moment in time
"Flaring nostrils...
Eyes, slits of anger-
Pouting mouth
of disbelief....
How could this be?
How have I sinned?
Where are-
My sons...?
My friends..?.
My curiousity-
is in awe-
Abandoned-
Like a sinking ship...
Even the rats
Run from me....
What is my sin?
Being too human?
In a money-laden
World of sh__
No thread of love
Seems to evade
The wallet
No sense
But of self-concern,
Do I see...
I'm no better,
Or wasn't...
Till my eyes
Were ripped open
By misfortune,
And betrayal...
Alone in my room-
Memories mist about me...
Vapors of the past...
Do others-
Have vapors too?
Where is the love
The golden tongued
Promises of old-
Grasping feverishly...
In sinful delight...
Dream-like, these memories
They serve me no good-
For they are,
Like the contrast
On a TV set...
What is...
What isn't...
What could have been...
What is likely..
It's hot-
Flies swarm about,
There is no
Toilet paper
To wipe away,
This sh__
of a life...
There is no lipstick,
You can put,
On this pig
Of a life
To change it
It is what it is
It will stay what it is...
I sleep alone-
Dream of the Past
Miss those I've lost
And wonder-
Wonder-
Wonder-
Does anyone miss me?
Seems unlikely
My phone is dumb-
The horns of hell
Ring in my ears
Stars are born...
Stars explode...
Galaxies collide-
Of what little-
Consequence-
Is this_
Ruptured life?
Once I sat
Next to the sea
I saw...
The awesome moon
I sent my mind...
Into a field..
of stars
Stars are born...
Stars explode...
Some twinkle out...
Into white dwarves-
Or collapse
Upon themselves...
Into Black Holes...
I seem to
be-
A collapsing sun-
Ready to implode-
Into the Black Hole-
Of nothingness-
Saddest part is-
No one will care-
Not even me!
It is what it is...
So it goes...
Maybe soon
To see...
My beloved
parents
once more."
If there were no poetry
Heads would explode
Souls would wither
The divorce rate would rise
Engagements would become mundane
And greeting card companies
Would go out of business
If there were no poetry
People would dumb down
Without the ability to describe
The love in their hearts
And tell us just how beautiful
This life is expressed in
The written art of poetry
If there was no poetry poetry contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
1/22/19
Like the marathons of my
forgotten youth
I now shy away from the
longer poems
Sprinting restlessly anxious
through the waning light
New moments explode
—the old voluminous tomes
(Flight To Las Vegas: January 22, 2016)
Your lips need a sewn on button
Your a big addicted glutton
To the awful words your saying
Your tongues a sharp sword that's slaying
Victims everywhere and place
Trails of your mean disgrace
Are found when your mouth is open
Saying it is only jokin'
Jokes are meant to make you smile
Not to corrupt or defile
The way you have been abusing
Others with bombs you are fusing
More power with every word
To me it is just absurd
How someone can be amused
With this joy, I am confused
Why daily this is how you live
Becoming this insensitive
Playing with others emotions
Is a mean and crazy notion
Which needs to be stopped right now
Soon I will see you go POW
When your words do backfire
Knowing your a filthy liar
Is-ness
Appearing as
Movement
Seems to
Separate
Here and there..
Which tells
A story which
May deceive or
Explode as
Already
Is-ness...
Every day it seems a battle,
finds a way to leave you rattled,
the nonsense you see on TV,
lots of lies from the legacy,
traffic jams, can’t work from home,
boss demands, tell his where to go,
just goes on, the price we must pay,
comes a time you must get away!
I want to go off,
let this thing blow off,
the stress I’ll throw off,
I want to go off.
I want to go off,
let this thing blow off,
the stress I’ll throw off,
let this thing explode.
Find the time, bleed it off slowly,
clear my mind of the unholy,
make a plan, or maybe wing it,
find something that I can sink in.
Get a drink, maybe a woman,
take a trip, get up and go then,
some chaos, can be balancing,
feel alive, that’s what I’m wanting.
I want to go off,
let this thing blow off,
the stress I’ll throw off,
I want to go off.
I want to go off,
let this thing blow off,
the stress I’ll throw off,
let this thing explode.
Let this thing explode,
let this thing explode,
let this thing explode…
every man must unload.
GENESIS 9:6 INVERSED
All poets are bombs
And we must explode now
For our lovers is the sun
And we have chosen to die in the heavens
What is more holier than to be dead by God?
Poets explode the stars of God
Inspired by: N/A, poem was from own unpublished work.