Best Fallout Poems

brilliant flash eyes blind 
          split firmament nuclear blast 
             fire ball mushroom cloud
          ...

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Paint the wickedness in your heart 
Pencil sketch around the love
In lines of grey
The paper cuts
With the coloured inks of burning blood

And tearful aches
The wretched path 
Spat upon the grave
At last
Existence an excuse to survive
We were here, we weren’t alive
And there’s nothing else to prove

Bury...

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Fear fallout 
of a lout.

Volodymyr Knyr
2017...

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That dormant feeling of insecurity arose,
when travel journal got thrust adjacent
     to my tattered (holey tattooed) clothes
while I knew with crossed eyes

     aroused anger from peaceful doze
my younger sister felt about her
     globe...

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To the fallout

 I see in the distance skies 
How lightning crashes 
Illuminates this pitch black night 
I choose to burn all I ever loved 
Then burn the ashes 
Erase every word of endearment
Blinded by salted water
I give release to all memories
That return to my...

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I don not know how to feel
My broken heart will never heal
It is bruised, broken and shattered
From the awful way you battered
It to pieces blow by blow
I wish you could only know
How you cut me painfully
You dug my heart out so deeply
With a sharp sarcastic...

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The Fallout


For a brief moment, everything I needed was right in front of me
She was the embodiment of perfection
A stunning personality, a heart of gold, and absolutely gorgeous 
I didn't expect to fall so hard so fast
I could feel myself glowing from within
A smile radiating...

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Don't drag me into this fight
That your attitudes ignite
Every time you are together
Being apart would be better
So I'm not the middleman
Just on time you thin there can
Be a civil conversation
Without all the aggravation
That builds up with each time
Both your words get intertwined
Into one big fight...

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I was warm and toasty, 
curled up, napping 
in amniotic fluid, 
without a worry 
when suddenly 
this metal thing
came into my room 

poked around 
and pulled me out.
The doctor stabbed me, 
smashed my head,
cut off my arms and legs,  
threw my pieces 
in a...

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Eldest Daughter Bore Fallout, Sans Brunt Marital Contention

An article posted in TIME Magazine
(VOL. 193 NO. 19 MAY 20 2019)
underscored_impact progeny keen
to experience when parents mean
with one another, badmouth, critique demean...
each other, asper yours truly and missus,

who only recently declared mutual
surrender, sans wedded compact that did...

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my eyes open to the softly falling
tears bled from flesh-white skies,
my gaze rises up above the
guardians of the sun
and my eyes plunge back through
my throbbing skull.
whisky fallout-
only cockroaches of thought remain
squirming through hallow walls.
by grace of blood 
my feet hold me up,
but what structure could...

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for my entire life
I've always been on the brink
of annihilation

under a wooden desk
covering porcelain neck
the unforgiving sirens

a nuclear child
petrified of being exposed
to the fallout

seven years of age
stressed out by the alphabet
thoroughly dyslexic

...

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He painted the wall
Crimson of hope underneath –
True Jason Pollock

30th June 2019...

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mushroom fog
walking  steel shots echo
sweltering dream...

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Hiding Under My 3rd Grade Desk
David J Walker 

Mrs. Pollards smile 
Was enough to reassure every member
Of her third-grade class 

That their world was secure 
As the crass voice in the 
Crackling PA speaker announced 

An End of the World Drill in the
Middle of the...

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