Best Implosions Poems
The sky is a Luciferian estuary
rolling and roaring in crimson flames,
a twisted design of detonated debris,
like splitting sighs
from internal implosions,
raining fragments of the past:
matchbox memories
piercing through suffocating silence
as time tortures the mind
with flashbacks of floating fragility…
O invisible moonlight,
pour me a purple potion
to erase the pain behind
perplexed pupils.
I no longer desire to be
cast in the clamorous clusters,
convicted as the captive ~
a ghost of games
playing on the bones of brokenness,
this cave of shame,
this cell of hellfire,
this emotional shrapnel,
reflecting self-loathing nightmares.
Perhaps I crowned myself
the commander,
leading the devil’s disciples
into a war assembled from fear…
And this heart ~ a metallic maelstrom
mourning in the turmoil of melancholy ~
breaks from the inability
to step beyond wrathful walls
to a landscape of holiness,
to seek the footsteps of pilgrimage.
For I am caught in
the whirling whispers of
spectral regrets,
replicating rectangular ruins,
electrifying the empyrean
with greyed grief
and yellowed yearning.
Pondering ~ am I the blasphemer
in the cross-eyed faces of monsters?
Am I the breath
that trembled ~ disrupting the peace?
Am I the empty spaces
filling the crystalline cracks
between haunting hours,
while darkness devours
treacherous tales
climbing from the
archives of devious agony…
But can love gift this skeletal sorrow
a twilight-kissed cloak of hope?
Will heaven be a witness
to these bleeding carvings
within the tall pillars
of my splintered spirit,
while the dying lamp of life
slowly fades and waves farewell
in faint colors ~ depicting misery
like demons decaying,
shaping a sadistic sanctuary
of malignant madness~
a familiar insanity inked
as a heinous home…
Categories:
implosions, dark, emotions, gothic,
Form:
Ekphrasis
Keeper of Wishes
Look up! Look into the face of clear astral nights –
See my trail of fiery radiance hurtling across swirling galaxies,
Streaking through star dust of light years –
In this space where silence echoes thundering in celestial implosions
I hear your hearts speak – know your hushed voices -
“Star light – star bright!”
I hold your wishes close -a nebula bouquet -
Gathering them in cosmic bits of sparkling dew drops
Like crystal dandelion puffs spoken by ageless children’s voices
Blazing trails, stellar light capturing echoes of wishing wells,
Tarnished pennies, smooth stones or celebration candles -
Your wishes belong to the stars - guardians for unspoken dreams
Offered to the eternal heart, my keeper, keeper of the stars – keeper of wishes:
And, if I fall I pray you keep me in your pocket.
126 words
Contest: Personification
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
N/A - 7/8/2020
Contest - You Are a Star
Categories:
implosions, night, star,
Form:
Personification
< covered chocolate
bursting ...... cherry implosions
over pallets tongue
a bit of sunshine
waiting for the right peeler ....
orange ya glad its you
Categories:
implosions, adventure, childhood, food, children,
Form:
Senryu
Radioactivity
Lightless cyclone
Limpid lime glow
Strip me away
From obsolete human shape
Micro-chemical implosions
Shift
Multi-directional spiral myth
Primordial geometry lost
Through toxicity health dose
Plastic evolutive stage
Futuristic singularity maze
Radioactivity
Categories:
implosions, science fiction
Form:
Free verse
I was a soul born in chaos
my beginnings and consciousness infinitesimal
I have been blasted by forces
outside of my own natures call
and yet I can see the raw beginning
of a mind fluid
with the elements of the cosmos
this "life" has been an experience of
implosions , explosions , explorations
bombardment , impartment , eruption
corruption , inattention , and deliberations
my consciousness is aware of it's implications
my judgments categorize the experiences
such as a minute star is transformed
by the particles and forces
to which it is subjected
So too are we
but cosmological law
is annulled in it's full power
when in contact with chaos
I am fully cognizant of both
moral and cosmological law
I can jump off a cliff
or commit violence upon humans
I can actually pervert
the substance of cosmos where I reside
instead of planting , growing , harmonizing
refining my alignment with nature
I can poison , deform and subject
every participation to destruction
and as long as mankind's children
continue in the predator mentality
of their six thousand year experiments
of every violation of that which they should love
I am in total agreement with nature
that which is destructive to growth
needs removal , only with mankind
removal is "replacement" of ideology
a transformation of perspective and viewpoints
where the mind finds it desirable
to increase the beauty of LIFE
and not to poison it's fluid
the superlative and majestic cosmos
that our tinkering seeks to dissect
manipulate , rearrange it's manifestations
and in reflection this one thought
is of itself an infinitesimal insignificance
when standing before the face of LIFE
but it is my thought , my mind and
created by the most intensive force that
exists among mankind , LOVE of LIFE
HOPE in LIFE , and the seeking of every
manifestation of it's Glory
no man has seen God
but we at great length consider
all that we may perceive that to be ...
COPYRIGHT © 2015
C Michael Miller
PoetryofProvidence
Categories:
implosions, christian, creation, introspection, life,
Form:
Free verse
This amber sky misted with periwinkle,
Daydreams close their eyes and grow,
These stars fade like the air we breathe,
Beyond my hopes of wishes yet seen,
Inside the stars will surely still shine,
Brighter than our lives do despite the time,
For pleasant evenings spent on mezzanine,
Catching snowflakes in wide open hands,
Times before the thunders fell and shattered,
Pieces and parts of potential now lost,
All this paper on the walls and cabinets,
So much splattered ink on my fingertips,
Our hands are noir with plight and loss,
But before this broken caravan stalled,
The air was so clear so clear so clean,
And a sliver of hope meant more than this,
No amounts of rain can wash away dread,
Though we will let it soak in deeper,
All these little implosions combine to bloom,
A particle cloud of mist, tears, hopes, and hate,
And we can stand there waiting for the world,
The whole of everything beyond who we are,
Or will ever stand to become even still,
As something bigger or smaller than the rest,
Because the whole world is my family,
And everyone is the black sheep,
But here fleeced in snowfall pure enough to blink,
And upon opening eyes a new day breaks,
One of shadowless victories and chances,
And more than a heart-full of love.
Categories:
implosions, deep, hope,
Form:
Free verse
REGENERATION GAME
Poverty stigmatises
Poverty overwhelms
Poverty condemns
To rid an area of its poor
Is the new regeneration game
That governments catering to middle class greed employ
Thus keeping the third estate in check
Sterility of environment
White washing of areas
Coupled with compulsory cauterization of attachment
Are the sticks that beat down the resolve
Of the new underserving poor
Those that made an area
Vibrant
Rhythmic with charm
And a melting pot of cohesion
Are no longer welcomed
Now the developer sees an opportunity
The middle class scramble
For central havens
Above the best schools
Sends planners into an orgy
Of false accusation against the poor
And wilful disregard for the
Life blood of the communities
They so lovingly plunder
The hardship of having too much
Is the story of those in power
An Understanding of poverty
Is not a vote puller
Thus all are rated on their property value
And their post code
To beat the low paid and waged
And the non-double barrelled named
Is a game the chattering classes engage in
Stigmatising the hardworking
Demonising them for living
Democracy functions today
By dividing society into the powerful and the followers
Those that cannot influence
Or have friends with connections
Are never to be allowed within the city walls
Lepers they must always be
To occupy a space where one
Is no longer welcomed
Is the daily grief of the estate inhabitants
Those that have stayed when the going was rough
Are now discouraged from
Claiming ancestry of an area
They will be rooted out come what may
By a council with middle class ambitions
Social depravity does not fit
With most government’s upward mobility
The Victorian idea of the needful poor
Rears its ugly head even in our modern times
Those that have not are always
Meant to be have nots
Politically motivated poor bashing
Is how a party gets into power and stays in power
The economy and society are pawns only
To attract
Buy
And keep voters
Fooled by the scraps from a heavy laden debt table
Selfishness is an ingredient in all
Past social implosions
Today’s regeneration plans
May ignite and incite smouldering ambition
When those that want a fair share
May overcome
The goliath that is selfishness
Categories:
implosions, political,
Form:
Free verse
She feels the sun's heat despite sitting in shadows
Feeling heart beats as loud as drums - and the drums weren't just beats.
They were clocks ticking down to zero, waiting to explode -
Tears as implosions and the cracks of television screens.
That was the moon,
And I am the sun.
//
The world had never knew this until the day she was born. She had eyes like the sun that could heal a mourning soul. We looked at golden and could have sworn that at night, she couldn't have been the moon.
Where eyes like hers were the moans of quiet suffering, and at dark, when the moon took the sun's spot, a tune no sane person had easily bought.
You could say that the sun and the moon were night and day, and that was exactly what they were. Two personalities fasten together despite not wanting to. Daily actions of pricks and prods, trying her best not to look at the open wound. Mounds of fears and questionings of "did they put enough anesthetic?" As if a gallon of bleach wasn't enough, heart beats like drums - constant ticks and tocks of a fate that would one day come.
This was the sun, right before dusk.
//
When the moon met the stars, and when the sun met the clouds - reality itself just seemed too far. Rusty arms went out to reach the stars, and golden hands shrouding clouds when she meant no harm. Help was out there, but that was something that the permanent anesthetic just couldn't bare. To her, all of this - was just too fair.
Too many clouds mean rain, anyways.
//
There was a night, when a star had met the moon. Creating swoons of happiness that created dark to light.
When the moon morphed into the sun, and when the star became a blanket for her golden rays.
Just so a prevention from harmful crowds would wash away, he hid her under his blanket of allocation of clouds. Patting snow-white on scars marked with words. A cloth on her forehead in case she became warm.
This was the kind of treatment the sun or the moon could get used to. Slowly, stars brightened away, and crowds of clouds washed abroad
Just so you could see their baby or midnight blue.
Categories:
implosions, angst, anti bullying, anxiety,
Form:
Free verse
Ànd I thought to myself how I do, stand within astonishing disbelief
When I behold once more the manifestation of his maligned and malignant face....
Like somehow viewing an apparition appearing, before the gates of grace
Disguisingly vague; behind these darkened window panes, of his masquerade!?
Boldly splithering his splather of finely prepared, to grasp and take
The dissolvings stirred within these tampered views; always splattered
Amongst the disheveled discomforts propelled, upon the discordant humans race....
While slowly lifting his cartoonish covert mask, of reasons entangled
From upon his identities truth, of revealings cardinal carcass face?!
Stepping from the glass profound to present this jagged crown
Hidden, beneath these broken edges of his fallaciously glittering, malnutritioned smile
And, malicious is his name....
As he enters through the secret side doors pathway
Now, seperated from its hinges which once held his presence bound?
Reaching forth to expose these sharpened pointed nails
Extending, from his pentagrams petrified and gray ghost hands
To cast these crossbones upon the scarlets floor, of vaporings, soon to be chance....
No longer but a myth anymore; written beyond the pages of his mysticals lore!
Slowly, crossing these barriers of the realmistics gates unknown
Which were somberly and bitterly, not long ago, once foretold?
And while as these impious implosions of what shall soon commence
Intwine themselves within the webs of this worlds lost, and without defense
"Crimson and clovers, over and over;" omens, towards a time wastedly, spent!
Gazing beyond the reflections now; as I stand amid these wonderous tides....
Beyond the horrors which shall proceed and yet encompass; enclose; his fateful face
Suddenly appearing vague no more; these curtains which do cover, his darkened windows
day
Crossbones cast upon the scarlets floor; burning pages, once thought to be lore!?
That called him throughout the centuries, millenniums, and more
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Malicious' father"
Categories:
implosions, history, life
Form:
We sat aloft an isle dune
peering over the ocean,
waves mesmerizing
our inner turmoil,
grainy surf's implosions
pulverized ego's scope,
whilst voices turned hazy
wiping out equilibrium
midst broiling sun's psyche
washed back with
salt water tears,
there was no lighthouse
to guide a safe harbor
nor save disparate crests
no words reverberated sound,
just the floundering of
restlessly gritty emotions
that once were blissed horizons
before moon lost its balance
to relentless torrential currents
of neglectful destruction,
drowning in ambiguous undertows
Categories:
implosions, anger, angst, break up,
Form:
Free verse
Life so complicated, so vindicated
Life never so simple in the dimple
Smiling, pining, piling up pressure in indicated
Moments and torments in a pesky pimple
Germinating on a face hitherto serene
Driven bonkers when complication that conquers
Spaces and territories in a tropical rain with a plethora of unseen pain
When cash without a slash tinkers with bankers’
Reluctance can’t advance a loan
To committees desirous to bankroll
Matrimonial negotiations, kitchen party bones, clones and tones in the right zone
Where parents, relatives and friends in Africa play a vital role
In initiating, facilitating and cementing the unity of purpose
Despite misgivings, obstacles, hurdles and mountains to climb
Valleys to scale, funds and resources to source
With a view to ascertaining life in full bloom in time
Minimizes complications and complexities
For me, my mind and my kind
At home, in church, at work where facilities
To ride on the rind of bliss rewards the blind
Who nurture hopes of bliss
Cos their disabled eyes see in the dark
Better and far more distinctly than the eyes that miss
Spotting the joy spark
That enlivens propinquity where human warmth extends
Beyond distance and circumstance
In which humankind amends ways joy tends
Beyond the heart’s circumference to adopt a stance
That simplifies human interaction
Cutting out pretence
To take the bold action
That considers human initiative to love not as a complication sentence
But a blessing to behold
A treasure to nurture
To open up hearts without feelings to withhold
Lest society should fear or suspect moral fibre capture
As promoted in circles prude
To slay sentimental expression
Viewing love display as rude
Thus plunging society into a deranged depression
That pretends love is an illusion
Best concealed in hermetic drawers
Where skeletons fed up with delusion
Explode and implode like volcanoes in the face of fallacy growers.
Categories:
implosions, poems,
Form:
Free verse
Echoes of rage and apathy stomp the barren corridors where hope once flourished
Snow-bitten frosts eventually seize the soul
Blanketing all that withers inside
Tempestuous thoughts amidst agonies wrought
No calm from this storm or escaping yourself
Confined in a colourless prism that splits drudgery with despair
To gaze more willingly at the sombre shadows of yesterday
Than pay homage to what tomorrows empty new dawn may hold
There's no stars within this darkness, no moon nor albedo glow
Imprisoned in the open, where the bars just hide from sight
Do you manoeuvre more tentatively when the back can't feel a wall,
yet knows that there's a hole
Where is the warming fire of sanctuary could it thaw these frosts?
When tomorrow seems just an illusion cos little improves each day
It matters not which way you look when nothings there to see
The starless sight of this eternal night that shadows me at every turn
Implosions and explosions in a delicately balanced mind
In dreams that taunt where happiness haunts and Loves a ghostly spectator
This playground of ghouls and highway for fools on the longest road i know
Greed and ruthlessness seem to be appLORDed,
No-one takes whats right until there's nothing left
While the blind eye's the soul witness to suffering
In spite of distance traveled, horizon never changes it all just stays the same
Solemnly walking where it looks so dark and flat, yet I know that hole awaits me
On faultering feet with laces of snakes wriggle an writhe, try to take me down
Are you lucky to be alive when even Satan's pit seems higher ground
As emptiness embraces the cold with nothing to fend it off
No fire inside not even smoke, the damp and mould can rise
The world's not against you, it just doesn't care
That is the truth laid pretty bare.
Categories:
implosions, absence,
Form:
Patrolling the jungle, testosterone surging, muscles finely tuned
He stumbles upon Jane swimming naked, in an open lagoon
This handsome stallion stopped dead, beside waters edge
Me Tarzan, she just smiles, stepping out by thin hedge
Standing before her, beads of sweat glisten his well toned chest
Long mane of hair, ripped biceps, a specimen, alpha the best
Spellbound as she kisses, hush my baby just let it happen
Breathing heavily, in submission, Tarzan oozing passion
Dynamic forces at play, in virgin jungle, latency is being woken
Pheromones, endorphins, gushing rivers, packing implosions
Arboreal creatures gaze down, with perplexed trepidation
Positions below change, moans turn into exclamations
Her statuesque body, his athletic frame, create perfect recipes
Both out of control, relentless, inexorable pain, and ecstasy
OH-EE-OH-EE-OH-EE-AW-EE-AW, Tarzan roars exultation
My God you beast! says Jane, an indirect translation
Not finished only getting started, she too is insatiable for more,
Naked in the wilderness, aesthetic bodies, primed to explore
With a Herculean physique, Tarzan’s pulse keeps on giving
Jane meets halfway, this goddess takes every collision
So marathons ensue, flesh upon flesh, tugging pushing delight
Lusting thrusting each other to a standstill, going until night
Tarzan swings her home, a safari campsite nestles nearby
Same time place tomorrow, you got a rematch big boy.
OH-EE-OH-EE-OH-EE-AW-EE-AW, triumphs with joy
By
David kavanagh
MAKE LOVE NOT WAR
Categories:
implosions, allegory, allusion, crush, desire,
Form:
Rhyme
Wanna know why my verbs hurt,
I’ve held them in for so long they became cursed words.
The worst of the worst, it hurts ‘cause they’re nursed,
Cradled then derailed into a million who were impaled by my brute thirst.
This crude verse has nothing on my rude inserts,
Earth is first then The Milky Way will turn gay for Andromeda, both implode like Hiroshima going off in urethra!
Massive implosions.
Mad Max applying the lotion, no words just nerves, vibes like the ocean,
I’m sea sick you little prick no bull while I hit,
These new lows, meaning I’m digging deeper,
Found these new foes so I become the reaper,
Yank their souls and began to cleaver,
Blood splatter and all, I think I got a Fever?
Neither of us has the guts to clean this mess either,
‘cause this disability is killing me with shear fear that cuts the Achilles’ heel softly.
The difference between you and us. Honestly?
We have rhymes the world has never seen n it’s costly.
Paid the toll to have my mind dipped n boiled, chromed and oiled with the heat,
Now it’s slick and ready to gain loyalty. Lose royalty. I wanna bring Society to its knees, suck my dick ‘til I reach sobriety.
Is that too much from me, this is the stuff I think about constantly, while I’m falling asleep.
It’s a lullaby for me.
Don’t say a peep or I’ll come after you like the boogeyman’s need to feed.
I’ll take my poll and shove it up your ass with glee,
Count Dracula token a bong with a dick eleven meters long made of glass ya’ see.
Plan on going up against me, better take off that bag of flesh,
No discriminating here, but better have a crematorium proof vest to protect you from fear.
Categories:
implosions, anger, anxiety, dark, feelings,
Form:
Rhyme
Vogon ReVisited—
Voltage elect potential energy tween two points ver vnit vharged;
Visible referring light spectrum intergalactic, electromagnetic,
vadiation that has a wavelength tween vanometers;
Can be seen by the human eye.
Invasions, implosions humanity asks WHY?
wazz!!!vitellogenesis b gruntions of diverse dumberly dew vibertarian;
Volume the amount of space objects subvance occupies encloses velocity;
Rates of change position vogaon’s willing to salvage respect to time;
Vapor a substance in gaseous,
phases at substance’s critical temperature;
Volatility vaporize given temperate vogonized;
Look at em, better recognized…
Vacuum space that is absent of matter,
wazz!!!vitellogenesis b gruntions of diverse dumberly dew vibertarian;
Verify ...
Vortex Valence to electrons,
the electrons atom’s outermost shell;
Vectorized quantity viscositized fluid’s resistance to flow;
Vacuole a membrane waste, in vogon molecules;
Vesicle organelle fluid Volartarian vocal valetudinarian, Value!!!
Vocha!! Vasodilatations as they gooberly glues clues choice boast;
Volartarian vocal humanitarian lizards;
valetudinaries vogonians manure smelly be gross locket;
See them evil vandalizations those gobblesr warts grumbles the host rocket;
See the visiting valiens vogonians reaching earth;
Imagine with me what's a vogon worth;
As once again they revisits earth…
Vocha!! wazz!!!vitellogenesis b gruntions of diverse dumberly dew vibertarian;
RUN SAVE YOURSLEVES THOSE Vogon’s are here on earth…
7/24/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Written for project North Omaha Writer’s Group assignment 2019©
Categories:
implosions, adventure, analogy, character, journey,
Form:
Vogon Poetry