Best Fireworks Poems
We gape at the sky
this Fourth of July,
as rockets ignite
to deal us delight,
while strangers unite.
I’m such a dope,
it gives me hope
that Nations torn
can be reborn.
Let God’s gifts
heal our rifts,
our esprit.
Let’s pray
we stay
free.
July 4, 2022
Diminished Hexaverse Poetry Contest Sponsored by Caren Krutsinger
Fire is burning brightly,
flames cast gold shadows that
flicker and scintillate.
Families gather as
fireworks explode in a
fabulous display of
fascinating patterns
F plaiedes Contest
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Color bursts upon a black night sky; dancing sparks escape.
Reds, greens, gold and blue patterns aflame; crescendo above the birds.
I watch, sky’s palette; alive with resonating bliss.
Dogs ears are sensitive
So a crack of thunder
Or fireworks hurts their
ears
Their eyes look scared
They are afraid and hide
Running under the bed
Every long weekend
Fireworks does happen
The dogs get scared
The noise is very loud
Hiding until the sound
Is all over
When it is the long weekend for the fireworks
The fireworks begins when the sky is darken
Some people gather in parks to watch fireworks
Others just watch fireworks from their homes
It last till the early morn
When people try to sleep
Noise on pets
They are scared
Whining
Scared
love's fireworks beauty
ignites from hearts' affection
intense light of love
as corals in sea
scenic beauty in eyes' sky
Xanadu's stars smile
Date when judged: 13th June 2016
FIREWORKKS
We desire firework excitement, from noise to smoky smell,
watch them exploding into thousands, of glittering brilliant hues.
Hear crackling, popping, booming, and yes, hearing ourselves yell,
watch some spin in sparkling showers, of reds, purples, and blues.
Watch them exploding into thousands, of glittering brilliant hues,
observe some of them whistling, then exploding in the air.
Watch some spin in sparkling showers, of reds, purples, and blues,
some tumble like a waterfall sparkles falling everywhere.
Observe some of them whistling, then exploding in the air,
hear crackling, popping, booming, and yes, hearing ourselves yell.
Some tumble like a waterfall sparkles falling everywhere,
we desire firework excitement, from noise to smoky smell.
Jan.2, 2021 copyright
Contest: Pantoum-Fireworks
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Beware the Fireworks of Joy
It’s 9:30am
It’s Saturday
The winds of time have changed
Smoke is obscuring the future
Of a nation of dreamers.
Nightfall is lost.
In a darkness of righteous rhetoric
Toothless dragons spewing flameless fire
Exhale the remains of previous failures
In noxious nuances of hope’s lunacy.
Daybreak is muted in the gray pall
Of hatred’s hangover
Coating the pond in anger’s angst
Banning the flight of migratory species
Coating the lily pads in distant dust.
Time is meaningless to those
Who speak of “when”
For past and present are
And are not. And yet
They must be joined
By the now, in the now,
Or they will be condemned
To a never changing present.
Science has proved
And disproved itself
Erred in its “infallible” wisdom
Swept the detritus of its denial
Into the graveyards and landfills
While claiming innocence and immunity.
Beware the fireworks of joy
For they may ignite
The spark of a rebellion.
John G. Lawless
©5/1/2021
The vision of colors
Words that intensify with every varying assortment
When it comes to spectacular, it’s the amazement in what is to come, and what was transcribed
Beauty in every letter in what they provide
Suppose with no oppose
Every thought captured at the right moment of the angle
A Poet composes every night within
Sometimes bright stars or nightmare element dialog
Imagine fireworks surrounded by the dazzle Poet with their own writing explosion
Explosion
The mind with on a river in mine capturing all the components of delight
Picture the Poet like a Lighthouse being a guiding light
Expectation beyond
Fireworks after fireworks
Preparation and detail
Poet on sight
Get ready for the writing explosive night
No look up just a hook up
Razzle and Dazzle
Spiritual illumination,
celestial luminosity
has a halo glow
The reflected magnitude of infinity
is prism immeasurable
Prayer tears
spark cosmic fireworks
The speed of salvation
is faster than light
Multi-galactic mercy
is pure godly
The nebular volume of forgiveness
has an ever-expanding
portal entry
Unwavering faith
moves with supernova oscillation —
An angelic
gravitational destiny
Invisible light
shines farthest star brightly
in every new birth heart
Spreading universal loving warmth
to the nearest terrestrial soul,
fated to firmament believe
Solar seeds breathing
burial lowly
Will sunburst radiantly
with resurrection brilliance unending
Blessed be
the burning stellar bushes
of eternity
This poem was inspired by the talented poet, Phil Capitano's
transcendent poem, "I Am"
from his marvelous poetry book, "Roses on the Moon"
The fireworks burst above the bay.
Echoing off the mountains around me.
I stood on the cliff watching in awe.
Nothing but brilliant color in the sky.
Life seemed distant, this moment I stood.
Waiting for the grand finale to see.
At the same time not wanting this to end.
While living in a shining moment above me,
Thoughts were ignited below the same way.
This is life. Right here, right now.
Heidi Sands
Season-1: Graving Ourselves
We are graving ourselves in the middle of the trail,
Breathing smoke as air, skeletons block our way.
this path is ours, ash as rose on the floor.
This moon is too close to us burning our own sights.
These stars are blind in the middle of the night.
Our hearts are too wild to be graved,
Let them be blind, we can find our own way.
I can help you cross the floor and breathe this smoke,
Let them be close, I will reflect the sight on the floor.
Season-2 : We Were Playing
We called those stars blind
but they helped us hide in light.
We cloaked ourselves in quiet, and the moon belived the lie.
They saw us breathing smoke,
The soil, like saviour, gave us hope!
This grave is Deepo, smiling at us
like he wants to keep us in touch.
A mirror as our pawn on the floor,
Protecting us from the skeleton store.
It made them look — no place to hide.
Their faces burned in their own sight,
And the moon, once clever,
now burns with them.
Now we are in Deepo,
watching for an opening window.
A window where pluto sings- love unhexed,
in moonless light.
Fireworks are rising, feeling ignite,
We survived, just to scream — I love you tonight.
With dusk fall, fireworks began capturing the eyes.
Shooting spears rose high shedding fluorescent hues.
Confetti of sparks in rainbow colours were sprinkled high,
Etching scintillating designs on the panoramic sky.
All eyes were riveted up, feasting on the wondrous array.
The crowd stood aghast at the pyrotechnic display.
a firecracker explodes in the dark~
one bright heartbeat
thrown into night sky
before it fades
It is such great unity
That appears amongst the beauty
Of the bright light display?
Such colour, such energy within celebration,
Such a vivid canvas of man-made creation
That sparks with flair and passion;
To fall into the fog
Like all dying illusions.
Yet it is what it does for us:
Where we are drawn from our furnishings
That we clean in intervals,
Closing outside to a regular schedule,
Remaining well lit and sheltered
Resting our minds so dimly upon the
Soft and empty cushions
And hugging at the blind comfort
Of cover.
We are drawn from this facade
By another in itself.
Which brings us out like a beacon
Part Devil, half Eden
To then fade away
Like all illusions,
Leaving us quiet,
Revealing deepened images.
Exposed to chill
Peace climbs through our bones.
Let us stand together,
Embrace
The great power that connects us;
The great unity
Amongst such beauty.
Till we once more return home…