Best Implosion Poems
To be immune from aspersions mean and vile
May assuage our hurt feelings for awhile
But to really uphold the Golden Rule
We must also withhold words harsh and cruel—by poet
In an upside-down world
Where self-victimization
is a realization and hatred lingers, it goes nowhere
May not yet get it, and still not self-aware
Now some may think that healing is
Ignoring what is destroying and go on enjoining
others near them to do the same, their end game
Using, medicating with words as ammunition stored on a shelf
Toxicity is there, taken aback, down deep in yourself
Hatred lingers, collecting dust mites
Imploding, suffocating smites and is on reserve
In a mindset where glory they deserve
Personal gut-wrenching bile packaged
Collecting more dust, disgust has an impact
It only makes you a stronger hellcat
One that hasn’t let go of the baggage
Is in an upside-down world of their own
On their own and may think they’re OK
Flies in the ointment, stagnant, a delay, decay
In a world where “making it better” ails, and means
Undoing what has taken lives in time in details
Only bequests, and is deeded
A new form of healing is much needed
Healing is embracing the newest challenges
There are bigger issues, bigger things
Then just you, heed the warnings
It begins within
“Civil war tested the proposition that America is one nation indivisible”—from the book “With Malice Toward None"— Stephen B. Oates
And he said unto them, If ye had not plowed with my heifer, ye had not found out my riddle.Judges 14:18b
They plowed with the heifer,
A stranger of a day,
assigned from the pit,
to bring a Samson down.
She feigned false affiance,
with a mission so deliberate,
trans-versing vast territories,
to cage a man by Lust.
the disguise of a demon,
derailed a man on mission,
suspending the vision.
The bargain was too costly,
her comrade the philistines,
pretentious while purloining,
hides in ambuscades,
dictating schemes to kill.
The captives now entrapped,
They kept their walled territories,
inflamed the loose Cyprian,
for fleshy lust and greed.
Are you the man on a mission?
Oh! be not complacent.
The flappers surrounds you still.
Keep this emblem on your chest,
Delilah is not a friend.
lips purse,
face frowns, mouth sucks,
cheeks implode, tongue recoils
head snaps back - disgusting taste - sour
lemon
At the furthest bank
This river flows
I dip my trembling toes
The highest cloud
I’ve yet to reach
I sit and then I eat
The horizon
Won’t yet soon evade
And then I’ll sit beneath its shade
Rationed
Stretched thin
One drop of margarine
On burnt white bread
In the darkest cave
I’ve dared to dwell
I cry and scream at hell
Apprehensively,
Drifting into the fog.
Shivering, swaying, swinging,
Into the headwinds.
Monochromatic,
Dull diluted sunlight.
Straining, staggering, seeping,
Crossword puzzled meltdown.
Gasping for breath,
A poet coughs and sighs,
Spitting, slipping, surrendering,
A battle of knives and pens.
Monotonous,
Colors out of reach,
Droning, dragging, delirium,
Never ending horizons.
Calls for help,
Go unheard like bombs,
Unanswered, unexpressed, undone,
Until they explode.
Twenty lines behind us,
Jagged and sharp like stones,
Heaving, steaming, screaming
Away away, look out below.
The slope is tiring
I have been diligently struggling
The top of the mountain is called bliss
My eyes scotched to it
I keep trying to reach its peace
Yet, I could not anticipate myself
Breaking into pieces, tearing myself up
From the depths of my heart
Wanting to keep focused on the summit
Yet, wanting to be touched by the magical fireflies once again
Wanting solely the intoxication and the play of emotions
As they invade my mind, writing poetry on the walls of my sanctuary
And creating ripples in my sleeping pond
Breaking up from the inside
Swallowing myself up from within
Drowning in my own starry sparkles
Seeking only a moment to explain
To receive and to hold on tightly to forgiveness
As a fully bloomed flower,
Fragranced and shining so bright that simply by gazing at it
The whole world would be dazzled!
From unknown sources springs a strange, brain-splitting pain.
My physique and psyche burn in the urn of strain
Have my carefully raised moral castles collapsed?
Has my energy, like the toss of time, elapsed?
As though virtues and values have become corrupt
Like lavas of volcanoes, unknown graves erupt.
With whom shall I share my struggles and sufferings?
My cries fall into deaf ears like mad mutterings.
Like a lame, I fail when I try to climb the hills.
It seems like no medic can mend my inner ills.
Nothing, here on earth, appears to be sensible.
My thirst for tranquility is unquenchable.
Blood of pains of isolation flows through my veins
My strength is not strong enough to free me from pains
Who'll ease my jetlag that rises from the void?
Should I be, by viles of normless creeds, annoyed?
I call to God. I seek help from each of my kin.
How, when, and from where will my salvation begin?
Untimely.
Illegitimate.
I will not ask
for an apology.
The hymn
started too early.
The dust had
settled on the lens.
Imitation.
Not real pearls.
Your words do not
convey the thought.
There was a
long distance –
between your lips
and my self-immolation.
Satish Verma
Mari
ELP
Tarkus
(Emerson, Lake & Palmer-LP and song Tarkus,
Mari J is a friend)
Implosion of the heart with grim, dark clouds overhead.
Wistful thoughts overwhelm, there are now feelings of dread.
And the shroud of dementia it seems never to part.
With grim dark clouds overhead, implosion of the heart.
The Prognosis is gloomy it leads to depression.
When the mist is withdrawn,my mind clears all impression.
That I can write poetry well, really threw me.
It leads to depression, the prognosis is gloomy.
Loneliness is not my friend, means all memory lost.
Many precious times gone at undeniable cost.
Times of anger or torment, wishing a final end.
Means all memory lost, loneliness is not my friend.
Yet now a man quite sane, there's no hope of me choosing.
Ebb and tide of this morbid disease is confusing.
Melancholy thoughts, I so wish to have a well brain.
There's no hope of me choosing, yet now a man quite sane.
silent walls collapse
folding in sucked into the void
with no sound or light,
to show what once beamed bright there
leaving a black abstinence
I'm screaming, I'm bleeding, I'm seeping out through these cracks along my skin. I'm breathing, I'm smiling, I'm letting myself fake sanity.
You're my hero. Save me, I'm in distress. I can't be happy without your hand in mine.
I can't forage clarity anymore; I need you to clear my mind. Please quiet my frantic, quaking heart- preferably before it tears me apart.
I'm in pieces yet again; I'll be in pieces until you are by my side every night. Let me cry on your shoulder, let me fall apart. Please pull me back together so I may once more be the elysian person I was before.
The universe grows with such momentum,
galaxies go where the big bang sent 'em -
expanding forever.
Bully for the universe,
but I feel I'm going in reverse,
fearing something worse
with no hope whatsoever.
I feel I'm not growing, but shrinking,
and I feel that I must be sinking,
see?
Galaxy-size problems loom,
and I can feel impending doom.
Will gravity one day consume
me?
Universal expansion, I don't begrudge,
yet, I myself cannot budge,
and as I give up all resistance,
Newton's force has me thrashed,
one by one my hopes are dashed,
and I am slowly, surely smashed
into one point of non-existence.
Bursting inwards
puckered collapse sucked in,
with explosion played back in reverse,
she caught her sneeze
behind her lips shut tight,
with only a tiny grunt,
expelled from nostrils,
sneaking out,
she saved herself from
embarassing gesundheit.
internally
implosioned
collapsed
fell apart
from within
from external
pressure placed
upon the weakened
state of affairs
that existed between
us for so long
finally gave way
to my dismay