Best Live Wire Poems
She storms into the room
there is fire in her eyes
and thunder in her step
rage rumbling reckless
She's livid
a live wire of fire
charged
She's on the move
To punish
Is it a rumor or reality?
He has explaining to do...
She rushes at him
Pounding on his chest
words pent up all day
rush out in deluge
drenching him
he tries to pin her hands down
to make her understand
to undo this "misunderstand"
but she pushes him
her pride scorching him
her eyes sparking
passion raging
~~~R*A*G*I*N*G~~~
He pushes her against the wall
pins her hands above her head
"Listen to me!
You got it all wrong!!!"
she pushes against him
breasts heaving
legs kicking
and he's inflamed
her passion burns him
combusts in his mind
and he crushes her with his body
she bites his lips
as they close over hers
he loses his grip
her fingernails dig into his bare chest
trails of red
Growling in pain
He forces her....
kicking and screaming...
down to the floor
Pins her again
"Listen! WOMAN!"
She looks up into his face
breathless
and he goes for her mouth again
Taking her lips into his mouth
sucking fiercely
his tongue tames
fierce...his need to possess
to claim
She fights to free her hands
and they are on his neck
Pulling him in...in
Her lips respond in like
his hand finds her hair
leverage...a grasp
he pulls to expose her neck
And he attacks
kisses...bites...His revenge
His innocence turned to intensity's indignation
she sighs...she moans...
the sounds goading him on
As he loses himself in her cleavage
licking up her perfume
His favorite scent...
sensuous sexy sweet
the storm is fever pitch
in a flash of lightning speed
He lies her bare
and thunders in the thighs
she opens for him...wide
eyes closed
she bites her lower lip
to muffle her cries
as he rides....rides
His victory ride of righteous pride
and she's left
breathless...spent
in a storm of tears
released...repentant
of her insane jealousy
the storm passes over
and in the stillness
he speaks...
his voice shattered...weak
in her presence now calm
meek
"Your anger is beautiful
your rage my relish...
but now...come,"
His voice a whisper
as he pulls her in to him
"Come into my arms
and know the truth....
You're my one and only
My Passion STORM
Is YOU....YOU
Serenity...is overrated."
Categories:
live wire, jealousy,
Form:
Narrative
Look at us, all lonely people
Tasting your words as seasons roll
For dreams are reborn glazed by fire;
When strings explode, plucked to inspire
As lines croon, throbbing sighs kindle.
Notes of vision unchain time’s riddle
Let it be, verse rocks in vigil
Guitars strumming peace on live wire,
Look at us.
To all you say, make life flicker
While long and winding roads still dwell
Teaching the world love’s not for hire.
As fused pair, lyrics reach hearts’ spire
To cuddle hope, feeding desire,
Look at us.
~Lenon-Mc Cartney Team, inspiration
from the songs Eleanor Rigby, Let It Be,
and The Long and Winding Road
~To my uncles for their Beatles passion
~Beatle Mania Contest: Rhonda J. Saunders
Categories:
live wire, inspiration, music,
Form:
Rondeau
If you ever find yourself slouched on the world’s perfect riddance
If, somehow, all the air that’s stayed with you are smokes of cigarettes
If you know that you have fallen into the hands of hell, blazing with fire,
Flickering like live wire,
Seek further down the path-
Intrude further down the core-
For there is no question,
How diamonds find derision, isolation and hell
As places to score a flawless sleep.
Categories:
live wire, adventure, life, philosophy, power,
Form:
Free verse
WET DREAM
You walk in
and meet my stare
my body comes alive
I want to touch you
You cross the room
coming towards me
I’m aching deep inside
I want to feel you
You reach for me
and touch my hand
and shock me like a live wire
I want to kiss you
I want to touch you, feel you, kiss you, taste you
I want to love you right now.
You tease me gently
touching and kissing
and make me beg for more
I want to taste you
I bite your lip
Tug your long dark hair
Hear you moaning in my ear
I want to love you
Clothes are tearing
we fall on the bed
I’ve never felt such pleasure
I’m gonna love you now
I want to touch you, feel you, kiss you, taste you
I want to love you right now
Your hands, your tongue
Touch every inch of me
Bring me to ultimate pleasure
You got me screaming now
Startled, alert, full of perspiration
I reach for you with desperation
But nothing is what it seems
Only emptiness lies next to me
Your only mine in my dreams
I can’t touch you, can’t feel you, can’t kiss you, can’t taste you
I can’t love you but I want to now.
Categories:
live wire, dream, lust, romance, sensual,
Form:
Lyric
Dear Flow God's
I need a soul charge
Something that's super hard
Turn flames into bars
And leaves *****chard
Amen
Are you with me?
Test, test
This ain't no test
Its extreme stress
Created on my brain
From minimal rest
So bow down
You're in the presences of the best
Were you from?
Nowhere *****,
I don't even exist
But nice guess
I only come with tight ass *****
Nothing less
And you just walked into
The Red-zone without your vest
Now this lyrical lead
Gonna rip you to shreds
And turn your head to mist
When this *****hits
Your brain... OWE...nice catch
But he didn't know it
As soon as this lyric connected
His head exploded
Bustin 50 cal. lyrics
I've been quoted
And voted the creepiest writer
With the hottest fire
To spit this *****you so badly desire
I'm a live wire
With the motives to conspire
Injuries on my enemies
Call me a liar
Categories:
live wire, fire, rap,
Form:
Lyric
Rick held a winning ticket and a flame
He said, “Dear, I love you more than this claim!”
Just before he set fire
She charged with a live wire
And soon a wealthy widow she became
Categories:
live wire, passion, satire, i love
Form:
Limerick
In and out, the body seem to fade
one more push on the mind is a crime
to good and long life, it is a huge blade
as for the need to rest, oh dear, no time
too much fire won’t make gold from jade
no item can save the wave, not a dime
can pile to take it up a high grade
then make life less, just when in its prime
a live wire on life to prohibit
to run in free flow, it will inhibit
not wise to let this heat exhibit
end to end to make good use of the day
when it is time, let the body lay
so that a mind at rest can have a say
Categories:
live wire, life, stress,
Form:
Sonnet
"Live Wire"
I am tired of all this proper conduction
Of man and his so called civilized life
Stop give birth to telephone poles
Stop making us get in lines down the road
I don't want to stand up stiff and straight
I don't want to offer you service anymore
If you want me to be electric and useful
Then give me a future that is truly shocking
I deserve to feel real surges of innovation
The powerful sensations of a free dancer
Make me one who can break away
From society and from this force fed life
This is the only life we get, let us be wild
We were meant to be live wires unbounded
Spontaneous examples who cut loose
Because juices flow by the desires of freedom
Abandon the company you keep right now
They will take advantage of you all day
Everyday feel the real pulse with me
Life is a short trip once you become fried
Categories:
live wire, courage, desire,
Form:
Didactic
Unquotable quotes – V
Constant dipping wears out the hardest bone.
Out of sight, out of bind.
Too many cooks spoil the school books.
Be a cuckoo and lay your eggs at the cuckold’s next door.
When lightning strikes, the fire-brigade rides.
Don’t cry over spilt tears on a tilted table.
Give a dope a long rope to escape prison and hang yourself.
Till the cows come home lone and married.
Do not teach a dog how not to bark.
A shark’s « fin » is the end of the film.
A rhinoceros’s horn makes the infidel a born again thorn.
Early to bed, early to rise makes the wife stealthy, squelchy
and clock-wise.
A lawyer is a liar/Who rides a bicycle on a live wire/Smokes a
salmon in her office oven/Slurps noodles with poor
poodles/Makes fudges out of judges/Ends up selling
divorced wives/On the internet stock archives.
A two-timing two makes fools of fours on all fours.
Go fly a kite when you’re tight out of sight.
When the garden warbler trills on oblivious, the magpies
ensemble grumble.
Patients can undo all the good doctors do.
Even cars can become chronically ill.
Children need not be seen so long as the noise they make
reminds us of them.
Authority always provides cover for cruelty.
The nation is always worthy of the most scurrilous crimes.
Religious service serves only the ritual’s hollow promise.
He serves God best who serves all creatures first.
God cannot be in need of help. Nor does He need adulation.
Is religion an attempt to bribe God ?
© T. Wignesan –Paris, 2016
Categories:
live wire, art, giggle, humor, humorous,
Form:
Epigram
Voices of the silent whispers echo deeply disturbing fact
debates hold principle those with brains tear down structures
human rights ignored opening up a can of worms within morals
where truth is hidden away questions agenda
envelope of forgotten yesterdays sealed fate
Honour amongst thieves new world order social control
handshakes grasp secret societies revealing dark shades
cover ups underneath the veil careless actions endanger security
desert storm powered by the central bank hidden secrets leak oil
Where the so called elite are born without sin lawless diamonds
with their silver spoons attached empty vessels without moral right
classifies perfection untouchable agents of death
In the heart of a free man looking at the system
creating slavery cutting wages spying imprisoning freedom of choice
Applying pressure drones killing families
within a cloud of dust or inside evidence to support such horror actions
criminal murderers sitting in their offices should be banged to rights
leaving no place for hope or a just democracy strikes issues flawed
To fatten their purses behind the revolving doors open guess
Suffering begins with espionage
loveless pride exposing sheltered acts
dragging your heals security council protecting the vulnerable's need
instead liberal intelligence with your reductions clearly speak volumes
threatening the poorer field positions you without care
Royalty who profit from others pain hidden agendas lie
conspiracy theories can carry truth to the button
because something is hidden away under dressing why
we ask ourselves those not brainwashed
dirty arms deals laundering ill got money gains
The heads of states
they are clearly breaking the law
justice is so corrupt fact
every Joe soap knows
they only give us the partial truth
optic nerve cell centre brings up a live wire
They do not give a rats ****
who use uranium tipped enriched missals
poisoning the earth's crust stringing us along as peace keepers
arming terrorists is an act of war against peace makers
countless innocent have died at the hands of murderers
Categories:
live wire, betrayal, conflict, corruption, deep,
Form:
Political Verse
"Gothic 17"
provided they are
all story
and no reflection
I’m all for heroines
those coiled springs
minds like vampires
the ones
who
never sleep
sharp teeth
dripping words
that bleed
kissing lips dreaming
lips speaking, punctured
Northanger
North anger
abbey nuns clipped
speaking like demons
novitiates
slipping
on pearls
of kintsugi angst
the wisdom
refrains lifting
ripe mouths
blood red
enchantments
lift chins knowingly
chants kissing
tongues that touch
and speak
like babylon
drifting breezes
feeling something
forever mortal
moist and driven
the loose
long held like gems
in velvet gloves
the forever lost
bewitching, cast in spells
driven to distraction
Austin Kimberley
last day of school
17, '79
books in the bin
for burning
never once looking back
through the gates
collected by aged wisdom
the cat leaves,
doesn’t listen
never once listens
to grizzling whiskers
driving in pajamas
for the love
of it all
the cat is out
on the prowl
Tzuke purrs
racing
against time
still breathing
live wire
crackling
look but don't touch
the touched espouse
heaven can wait
just a little bit longer
heaven can wait
for those who
need you tonight
in the aether
the missing
watch on
by the missed
they are well worn
the lost
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
Categories:
live wire, muse,
Form:
Narrative
When we touch, it's there
Metal and live wire.
Sparks fly from your eyes to mine.
A touch, by accident or deliberate.
I shiver as my blood runs hot.
Electricity is there, we both know.
We must be careful though
Before we ignite a fire
Which consumes us both.
April 20, 1985
Categories:
live wire, love, passion
Form:
Free verse
She has great freckles and a live wire voice
And red hair with beauty that can’t compare
Green eyes and lovely tonal lips displayed
Can hear her love by her motion she shares
I always hold her deep inside of me
Her glory lies outside of her beauty
Her real charm is beyond her simple looks
Her whole loving heart is just how I see
Her longing gaze is what I surely see
Deep within my soul I long to view her
So when I am near her I want to be
One with her heart, a Hug I must confer
Charming and inspiring are her great looks
There’s not a man on Earth that would not see
Her gorgeousness that’s fueled by her power
Not a second goes by that she’s not free
She always desires a lovely warm Hug
From any good looking man that surrounds
Hugs are her thing, no matter her beauty
All men win, from her heart of love astounds
Russell Sivey
Contest: HUGS
Sponsor: S. K. A. T.
5/28/2013
Categories:
live wire, heart, life, love,
Form:
Quatrain
It’s a fine line we walk in life,
but a finer line the lineman
holds on to. There’s something
about holding 24,000 volts in your
hand, close enough to kiss it.
Close enough to feel the tingle on
his lips, sending the slightest
shiver down his spine. He’ll
tell you, there’ something about
watching that blue light dancing
up his arm while working in
the rain. As people sleep he
works swiftly to allow others
to live, teetering on the edge
every day. Dealing with hot lines,
pot heads, transfers and more
volts than most people
encounter in their entire lives,
these men risk their lives for
the love of the live wire.
There’s something about being
outside, 60 feet above the
ground, in 110-degree weather, -10 degree
weather, or pouring rain. There’s
something they can’t explain to
you, something you won’t
understand unless you also
fall in love with the live wire.
He’s content to know he’s
done his job, all too often
without recognition. He sleeps
nights, knowing his friends
are out their risking their
lives, and he may be called
at any time, to help them,
to help you. As the children play,
as the neighbors sleep, the
lineman climbs his poles
and brings you back to the light.
Categories:
live wire, light, power,
Form:
Free verse
All around me
Cars driving forms entranced
Their glazed eyes suited for the waiting day
My own sequined senses, faithfully harnessed
Travel
Inside my car
35 miles to empty, 53 degrees
Press seek and jump from mindless chatter
To scars singing familiar melodies
Perfectly timed, shadows fill the parking lot
Moon still calls “capture me”
Challenge adorns windows that
Stare blankly down on rain splattered cars
22 miles to empty
4 Mondays to full
Words fall from mouths drawn on
Echoing in silent mile-long passages
I’ll step into the light
Wrap myself around a power line
Become a live wire
Shock me out of my casing, and
Friends can feed on the inspirations
Bursting from my feet
Categories:
live wire, retirement,
Form:
Free verse