Best Mushroom Cloud Poems

Fires at a blue pills lab threw up a cloud
Settling over the town like a great shroud
And this gigantic mushroom 
Created a baby boom
Because all of the men were very proud...

Tom Cunningham 

It’s no wonder men of the town were proud 
Knowing what was in...

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Takeover Taiwan

Sino-Russ aims at Ukraine

Edges      burnt      and crisp...

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~*~
mushroom cloud of war
howling winds with lightning bolts
anger in the clouds
~~**~~
~*~



haiku/senryu blended hybrid...

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A whirlpool is stirring in my half empty cup
Until I’m intoxicated on my wavering path
I tumble from dizzying heights halfway up
My life is a nuclear winter in the aftermath  

All I’m gifted are signs of a dead-end ahead
The light in the tunnel is a...

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Only a fool would
Pyrocumulus mushroom
Nuclear horror



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The aftermath of climate change will last,
global warming will be devastating.
Worldwide, ocean waters are rising fast;
if short-sighted lies keep circulating,
some islands could be a thing of the past.

Coastal cities contemplate building walls,
but I'm afraid it's too little too late.
Politicians hedge when disaster falls;
chairing committees to...

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(science)
(has delivered)
(many useful things)
(to the mankind)
(except for the)
(weapons)
(for war and)
(mass destruction)
(the worst and the most)
(deadly amongst these is the)
(atom bomb, the explosion)
 (of which produces)
(mushroom-shaped cloud)
(that billows upward)
(with debris, smoke, water)
(vapor along with the radioactive fission)
(particles that get dispersed menacingly by the wind)
(far away from...

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trench foot ankle deep

fanfares baptize innocence –

bugles sound defeat


30th January 2020...

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                                      our home grown monarch
   ...

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Above our heads that cloud

Mushroom shaped death

With a pyroclastic promise

Of incineration leaving

Nothing but our shadows

That we can only hope

Carries upon it no pain

No suffering as we just vanish

Along with most other

Life and species on this planet

And a nuclear winter

Lasting for many long years

But with no...

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Itchy Fingers?

I don’t mind dying in a nuclear war.
As long as it’s quick, not a lingering bore.
It’ll give the elite a chance to see the cloud.
Kill off the plebs in a crimson shroud.

I know their fingers are itching.
To press the oblivion button.
See what happens, 
from...

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Lucifer, To The Enola Gay
by Michael R. Burch

Go then, 
and give them my meaning
so that their teeming
streets
become my city.

Bring back a pretty
flower—
a chrysanthemum, 
perhaps, to bloom
if but an hour, 
within a certain room
of mine
where
the sun does not rise or fall, 
and the moon, 
although it...

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Duck And Cover Drill
David J Walker
 
I still 
Remember the drills 
Holding our heads under 
The third-grade desks
 
“Perfect,” our teacher said
Repeat after me
“Duck and Cover”
“Duck and cover”
 
And us boys on the 
Playground 
With wide-eyed pride
That our town 
Was important enough
For the Russians to...

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Air-Bourn Into the 20th Century
David J Walker

I was one of  the soldiers who 
Missed the target of the jump
Nine months up in a cloudless sky
Where some were chosen to live
And others to die 

Before their boots hit the ground
Where I found myself in a
Mid...

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