Best Rocketing Poems
Where forests stretched for miles, and Spirit Lake
lay at its foot, there stood a rebel peak.
One day the earth beneath began to quake.
What havoc Mother Nature was to wreak!
The tremors kept occurring till the day
two craters which had formed began to merge,
erupting ash. Wise folks left right away,
for that volcano soon would surely surge!
Some met their death that eerie Sunday morn
of May eighteenth. The deer began to flee.
Then from the mount, a burst of cloud was born -
a mushroom cloud which bellowed boisterously.
It grumbled and it rumbled, rocketing
for fourteen miles to sky its ice and ash.
Land slid. An avalanche was covering
all things within the path of its mad dash!
By 10:15, a wall of water rushed
down to the river, tearing up the trees
along with boulders as the ash still gushed.
Destruction had been wrought with greatest ease.
The news said Mount St. Helen’s lost her head,
and trees, like matchsticks, lay upon the ground.
Amazingly, despite such loss and dread,
there is new growth of beauty all around!
Written Aug. 13, 2014 for Wordscapes Contest of John Hamilton
CRAZE DURING FOOTBALL GAME
Up yellows; greens; reds and blue,
tell me! Tell me, who is through?
Passes. Crosses. Headers. Shots.
Volleys, blasters, more scissor kicks
tell me! Tell me, whose on the spot!
Ninety minutes with some overtime
eleven players playing in the field
each one targets to be World Champ!
The strikers and defenders immense
so are Audience claps, dance, rants!
Dripping sweat from turning, running
Tension rising! Twists are rocketing!
Audience wriggling, nonstop cheering!
Thriller, action, comedy plus tragedy,
Oh all are drawn by its classic drama.
Perplex hard attacks, clever corners
rise from a penalty or free kick yell!
Elicits an alarm to goalie keepers' eye
He in eagle's arms and kangaroo leap
Tell me! Tell me, has one scored a goal?
Around the globe, fellas or gents in craze,
amazed and tantalized by Football game!
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Written 6th of July, 2018 @ 10:46am
She cries comets of burning ice
rocketing through a wilderness of bleeding rubies
her constellation, Anaconda, the 13th Sign, drinker of soul wine,
Her cheeks permafrosted with white agony
the accumulation of eons without the lips of her Man's love mercy,
When the word WHY becomes an acronym
for What Have You,
When knowledge of loss is your only gain,
When questions and answers no longer serve a frantic heart
rebellion is the necessary blessing of love becoming beast,
When everything sacred seems destin to be violated
and reborn as a beautiful monster
she became, the Zodiac Zombie,
her heart a super nova explosion,
a demoness on the breath of Death's delay
hunting hearts born through her Star House,
asphyxiating the affection of all who incarnate through her system,
feeding on the veins of fresh obsession, of virgin devotion,
Legend has it that she births the great Poets and Rebels
for their passion is unparalleled in pride and sweet sacrafice,
she is the Zodiac Zombie, Queen of the Black Sea, Goddess of love bleeding -
J.A.B.
Man-made drugs
Induce an altered state
A psychedelic paradise
Of euphoria
A burst of colors
Impaired reality of dreams
A fix of blissful forgetfulness
Married to ecstasy
What need have I of these?
When I have you
My drug of choice
I will not touch any of the others
But you, I long to touch…
To feel you under my fingertips
To caress before I ingest
And let you posses...
Every way I can have you is good…
I inject
Inhale
Take you in orally
Taste you laced with everything
Under my tongue...
There…ah….there….it begins
I start getting high….
Climbing and climbing
My roller coaster rocketing high
On your words
On the scent of your emotions
On the presence of you in my mind
Who could ever find
A more wholesome or better stimulant...
Yes, you stimulate every part of me
You excite me
Make me delirious
Bring fire to my veins
Drive me insane
Make me oblivious to the pain
Leave me wanting more than the time before
Wanting a larger dose of you
More dangerous
More hallucinogenic
Unaware of my surroundings
I climax on this induced trip
You….my drug of choice
The drug from which
There is not even an iota
Of hope for rehabilitation….EVER...
Every cell to my very core is under your control
I want you coursing in my blood
Flooding my brain
FIX AFTER FIX AFTER FIX
More often…more intense…longer…stronger…
What drug can compare to you?
My ever present addiction…
Opiate of my obsession
Drug of my choice….
YOU!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Was struck by a bolt of inspiration on this one! :)
Belt it out with Amy Winehouse…..”They wanted to take me to rehab, but I said ‘NO, NO, NO’.” ;) When I teach my students a rule or so in grammar, I say, for example, "Can you use a comma to join two independent clauses? Is it enough punctuation?" Then, in answer, I belt out with Amy..."NO, NO, NO!" They laugh!
Heartbreak brings more strength
By: Ireland Dowd
Heartbreak is like a lit candle that is blown out.
Everything you know is only doubted.
A sad flashback of the memories you had shouted.
Right at the moment, those tears begin to sprout.
Time is a devil bringing bad instead of good, causing an emotional drought.
Breaking all you had and along with it all that you were.
Rocketing down is your hereabouts.
Empty is your heart of gold, empty but, devout.
A round of emotions in a roundabout.
Killing those who are as strong as they walkabout.
Bringing a sudden round of qualms
Ringing bells of several sounds
I hear cheers go out of bounds.
Never again hearing those hopeful sounds.
Giving hope to those around.
Sounds the leaving clouds.
Medicine racing through my veins like it's playing a game.
Oh glorious sun, Oh where did you go?
Rare are people who actually know...
Everything you are not ready to show.
Strength is an aftereffect of all of the hardships you undergo.
Try, try to let it all go.
Rise up when someone hurts you.
Even when you’re feeling blue.
Never give up on the sun that comes and goes.
Gaieties form when you choose to grow.
The technique is what’ll make the positivities show.
Heartbreak brings more strength.
Voices and screams wailing from the face of the world,
There is nothing but the days of Sodom and Gomorah
Soils of syria turns to ashes
The world is now a melting pot,
Jets and planes rocketing the face of the sky Visions from Sango are no more
Oh shame !
where the word love have gone
That world of tranquility and harmony without destructions,
Without tankers and hummers from united states trolling the lands of Sudan for peace in wars they start
In Ethopia my sisters are dying Alshabaab ravage the land ,dry bones are living in subjugation
In the name of power and sovereignity M23 turn to bullies
Everyday is a blood bath, (le) fleuve congo flow with hatred
Skies have gone grey with the mist from barrels
Mother is crying in Afighanstan for her baby son his life expectance reduces to 24 hours and living life is now by grace not by choice
Even the air we breath some one wants to take control and gain popularity out of it
I see power hungry turns our brothers into good guys with bad hearts
Yesterday it was father now its my own brother
Why is it that power turns to corrupt absolutely
Boko Haram is seeking all virgins of the land
And to my aquintances may be its only i left to fill this hole of earth and
I guess to vultures gone are the days of hunger
But why is it that we presume to be free but everywhere in chains
We work for them and they eat for us
They sing for us and we dance according to their tune
THE SCENT OF WATER
Forlorn, distance roots between you and I;
Carve 'neath fire silhouettes buried grief;
Burn then blurred by irrational mischief;
Has crimson love gone pale and soon may die?
Trampled with reasons leaving us tongue tie;
Falling, slowly falling, is marriage leaf...
Amor ebbing , ebbing, like a thief.
Divorce papers rocketing quite, quick high!
Heaven knows, flaws, deaden raw I want fix;
Reckon blows, glow, freshen love flow essence;
Leaden float the scent of water,redden snow mater.
Lessons learned bestow order resins of brighter hello;
Father God, bless aglow each corners in progression...
(c)olive eloisa
4:52pm
July 14, 2014
Sponsor Poet Destroyer A
Contest Name one sad poem
5th place, to God be the glory.. :)
***Inspired with the verse theme: John 14: 7-9 and the movie "FIREPROOF"...
Melt away Racism – Zamreen Zarook
Various ways the populace onset,
Launching always begin with an inset,
Day by day every mind starts to feel upset,
But it is sky rocketing on every sunset.
What is the gaining out of this discrimination?
What is the meaning of this aggravation?
They find this as an anticipation,
But it is considered as the state of aberration
Tongue is given under an oath,
He gave hands and legs not to see you as sloth,
Let your positive mind handle them both,
Definitely it will wrap you with a golden cloth.
Show respect and be perfect,
Happiness and Elysium will be your deflect,
It’s the exact time to give the inject,
Then, there won’t be a single of deflect.
I had hoped there would be a 50th class reunion for my class of 67.
Instead, I got word the other day that Aggie High is closing its doors.
For four years, I was taught by some of the finest teachers in America.
For four long years, I filled your library, classrooms, and walked your hallways.
I was challenged and succeeded in math and was greatly inspired by my Biology Classes. I was arrested and captured, moved and mesmerized, by my charismatic History teacher. I even listed on your honor roll and sang in your very respected and talented choir.
I moved away 50 years ago and unfortunately, I have visited you only two or three times since. Just a few months ago, I was privileged to dialogue via telephone with my Art teacher's wife. Perhaps he knew of your coming closure, but he wasn't home to inform me.
O Aggie, I am sadden by the news, but I have come to understand such matters. O Aggie, it's interesting that you have joined a long list of changes and closures in my life. It's also interesting that things I once thought would be history, instead are now current events. Furthermore, it's interesting that, like many of my past acquaintances, I always get little warning.
O Aggie, all things have beginnings and endings, but know this: you have been a launching pad and a gallant educator, rocketing many of us to the stars. What you have instilled in us is forever credited to your account. You have fought a good fight, and your course is near the finish.
My eyes are getting watery Now. So I must cease and desist, lest my proud and tender memories of you get the best of me.
04082017 PS Contest, Paschal Premier, Brian Strand
Fawning and falling, there goes your heart butting
in again. faded careworn jean jacket's pockets frayed
no longer the deep indigo to match her eyes,
daring me to swing higher than she rocketing skyward
instinct failing me., how I want it to kick in..
nothing left to say, as the day wore thin, only she knew why..
go away with me in her eyes, please stay with me in mine.
Cunning cheeks proud, tho' gaunt.., how poor she must be.
asked her when she last had something to eat
restless heart hers.., so different than any I'd ever known
only a small handbag that looked once to've been mauve
lean lesson in friendship's hardest won friend..
'cause I need her to know someone cares if only this once,
so sad to see society steal her smile away.
She'll find it again, I always hoped this for Carol..
messy bun lip glossed lips whistle at a plateless car
in yet another restless turn of the sun..
lovely loveless one that learned so much from the street
endless search for you, virtue's never ending trap for me..
That night when we laid with our backs on a sleeping carpet of grass, we looked up at the
night and explored the vast sky. The star speckled sky stretched across the universe like
wallpaper over an infinite wall. The planets shot across the sky as we played with them like
marbles. The stars decorated the wallpaper in a patterned form. We broke their pattern as I
used a tree branch to shoot them like pool balls into black holes. The planets swirled and
spun blurry like dancing Easter eggs. We satiated our thirst as the Milky Way spilled out onto
the wallpaper. We used Saturn’s rings as monkey bars to dangle above the night. I hid
behind Mars and relished its warmth as we played hide-and-seek. You kicked the earth like a
soccer ball, you sent it rocketing out of the solar system and made a goal into the opposing
galaxy's net. You never liked earth anyway, it was too dirty, so you sent it cutting across the
sky with an airless effort. When we finished, we had changed the universe. The stars were
splattered on and the planets globbed on like a Jackson Pollack painting. The moon had
come to watch, half of his face lit up and the other half was dark and undefined. It looked like
someone pinned up the phantom of the opera’s mask. The moon watched with delight. It
smiled at us because tonight his sky was our playground. We tired out and I rested my head
on your firm shoulder. You looked at me with the sky reflecting back through your eyes. With
a fading breath, the words, “I love you,” floated out from your rosebud lips in a warm breeze
that cloaked my body. With those words the paper sky peeled from its wall and fell with slow
grace like a leaf from a tree. Then the paper landed and the sky blanketed our embraced
bodies. We drifted into an undisturbed sleep, warmed by the relieving glow of the stars.
These countries that preach about hating terrorism
supports such acts financially overturning basic rights
Strong statements without knowledge carry little value
look to the bright side where trust is lacking
Intelligence has next to no faith if used backwards
manipulating talks takes these shady turns to falsely accuse
The twisting of classified information brews with soaring energy costs
liars harbour ungodly thoughts towards the truth
rocketing prices drawing on borderlines
Power carries a huge human sacrifice to achieve its goal
bloodbaths feed the rich, it all boils down to creating fear
Politically working on people to accept mayhem
this deal signed incorrectly against peace proves one thing
sins are passed on with this false identity shaping justice
Acceptance seems to be the new tolerance ignored
tortured like dogs victims say evil will fall in the end
no good ways erode democratic views to hold council
Freedom of speech in its uniform is under attack
opinion under pubic scrutiny paints this horrid picture
where good is considered ugly for being honest
THE SIX DAYS WAR
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The sweet smell of orange blossom
wafted along the sandy paths
hovered over the concrete sidewalks
and entered the open windows
shaded with green blinds
Pure sunlight seemed to engulf us
students of biblical studies.
the heat haze played gently from the sea
and a sense of history
settled on our shoulders.
City gents passed by
at a fast, inflationary pace.
We did not mind them
as we made our way to the Arab bazaar
down the side streets.
How we remembered the bazaar,
there were rubbishy carvings and metalwork,
and orange blossom was lost in the spices
and the black coffee.
how they wooed us.
Such charm these people of the bazaar
but above all I remember the colour,
there were hangings for the house
silks for the dresses
scarves against the dust.
Then, as we walked along the timeless streets,
bathed in the sunshine and the orange blossom
came the boom of gunfire.
Canons raided the tranquillity
with rocketing noise.
Here was the land of the Prince of Peace
shaken in the April light
shaken at the Passover,
not escaping from Egypt
but conquering the West Bank.
On April the 7th
friction between neighbours
became terrible war 40 years long
and the colourful bazaars
collapsed in hostility and dust.
I alight from my ebony ford
Porched beneath the shady mammoth tree
One hand holding mommy
The other some grocery
As she leads me through
The mini pansy garden
Up the the rickety wooden planks
To our home in mid air
Small but sturdy as ever
On my goliath banyan tree
A small kitchenette for mommy and me
A barbie cushioned boudoir
Rested upon by welcome week-end guests
Evenings spent with bunnies at play
Love rocketing in the rustic air
Bedtime in quilts as the winds whistled
Through flying curtains and vanishing windows
Listening to tales with wide opened eyes
From the storage of books dad left behind
Peeping at the stars swirling in the summer breeze
Half drowsy eyes amidst echoing words
Throwing ladders into the clear dark sky
Effortlessly ascending as Jack on the beanstalk
Holding net on my herculean shoulders
Cautiously stealing into the gates of heaven
Thronging with some sleepy old gods
Abducting dad with quickened speed
Manufactured locks to hold him in custody
In our tree-house hideaway
That he built for mommy and me
THIRD
Balveen Cheema
September 15, 2015
Contest: A Child's First Home
Sponsor: Verlena S. Walker
*40 years down the line our tree house has been weather-beaten and destroyed.
The Ford of pre-independence is in the Ford Museum, Mumbai
Monumental Epistle
Rocketing towards the sky, my feelings arc over the riverbank.
O gravity, where is your force?
I reverberate inside my spacesuit
Against unfriendly Fahrenheit.
I could leave the earth behind the horizon,
If not for you.
If not for you— Dangling tulips on the slope of a flourishing hillside, Sheltering the insects,
While birds poke around
The haystacks beneath Afro-Moringa trees,
As the waves announce my footsteps.
I smile softly Before the squirrels steal the colour of my teeth, Cracking palm nuts Beside leafy greens.
I will be here for a long time,
Longer than Methuselah can recount his days,
Washing the stains of a weary race with fog,
Dancing to the gentle song of the morning wind,
Spreading grace and not lice.
May our wishes remain pure, That one day we may walk On the plaited hair of roses and lilies,
And write our epistle With wine, not wrath.
Uche Chidozie Okorie