Best Skyrocketing Poems
Peace slips lightly
Over my shoulders
Downy in its softness
Its netting of gossamer
Floats downward
As a willow's branches
Might brush fate
And touch the unknown
I stand with beauty
I hug airiness
Fire in distant trees
Burnished red and gold
Drop their leaves
One by one by one
Spaces fill knowingly
Like a precise jigsaw
Designed by eternity
Its pieces culled from heaven
To create nature's quilt
Trembling, I embrace the birthing
I am one with change
A cacaphony of sounds -
Caw Caw Caw
Raucous, disturbing, quickening
Tear my thoughts like glass shards
Skyrocketing colors
Shake my newfound presence
I am reminded that
Equanimity's gift is fleeting
As a cardinal's trill
Or the flash of a jay's blueness
I yield to what is
Let the final countdown begin
Proxy war in Afghanistan
Saudi Arabia vs. Iran
India vs Pakistan
Sunni vs Shia
The 38th divide of Korea
China taking over the sea
As the US debt is skyrocketing
Militaries expand
Droughts and famine in farmlands
Christian exodus from the middle east
Refugees from the lack of peace
Annexations by Russia
No one screams in hysteria
Pocket nukes are ok to use
Mankind has a short fuse
One, two, three, four, five
What to do to stay alive
To simplify, put your head between your legs
And kiss your *** goodbye
God, please hold our hand
The world is sinking in quicksand
Angry, greedy statesmen
Sounding the drum of the horsemen
Artificial intelligence
Climate change and mass surveillance
With two minutes left to midnight
Listen for the sound
Drop the beat, hit the ground
Dynamite as bright as daylight
Signaling for help with a flashlight
Playing the rave, igniting the night
The blasting wave, in the grave, later love
Smitten with the fireworks above
The nuclear deterrent is gone
Nothing but an oxymoron
The plight of mankind fight
Cockroaches become the spotlight
As they write what happened at midnight
February 7, 2018 - Updated 5/14/2019
For Emile Pinet
Contest The doomsday clock 2 minutes to midnight
You set me on fire
Sizzling, blazing, devouring fire
Hot licking flames
Infernally hot
Temperatures skyrocketing
Scorching flares
Shooting out of your body
Searing into mine
One more moment
And I’ll cease to exist
The heat excruciating
Flames spread across my body
A wildfire from within
Combusting again and again and again….
With nothing left to consume
The fire starts to die out
Slowly, imperceptibly
I feel some coolness
A little here and a little there
As the fire recedes
Leaving smoldering embers
In its wake
I take a deep breath
Amazed that I’m still alive
In the warmth of your nearness
I open my eyes
And look up at your face
Only to see
An eternal flame
Still burning in your eyes!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Every morning upon rising
Routinely searching my vital signs
As a poverty stricken person
Searches pockets for spare change.
The grim news reports,
The skyrocketing death tolls,
Mausoleums more populated
Than the emptied churches,
Many desperately seeking God
From the confines of their dwellings.
I remember the time, early in life,
When I use to peer from my window
Into the darkness outside
For the headless Dullahan at the reins
Of the Cóiste Bodhar (coach-a-bower),
Its four black black horses
Powerfully pulling the death coach
Up to my front door, as I ruminate
On the words of Yeats, casting
A cold eye on life, on death.
Life, death, such separate entities,
Or so it seems, on the surface.
Yet, forty-two years of lessons
By grieving families have only
Taught me the oneing of life, of death.
As the beloved Anchoress of Norwich
Gazed out the window of her cell
Upon her nation devastated by
The Black Death and war,
So I gaze out my window on a world
As broken by plague and political violence,
And am comforted by the word of Christ
To this simple Middle Age mystic,
“All shall be well, and all shall be well,
And all manner of thing shall be well.”
(c) 2020, Robert Charles Wagner.
We Are One (Nigeria Remix)
Ever seen an eagle feeding like a vulture?
Dignity trampled on, where corruption is a culture?
Darkness threatens her future, cause of her shapeless structure
it’s saddening 'cause she’s been richly blessed by Mother Nature
Disunity like a knife tryna cut her apart
Of the National cake the lower class don’t get a part
There’s a saying you will reap whatever that you plant
There’s fruit of hatred ripening deep in our hearts
Blame it on the Government and the sycophants right
Most citizens do not get a fair role of the dice
Economic recessions led to skyrocketing price
Job rate inverse proportional to the rate of crime
What’s the way forward for a nation without steady lights
Mourning like every night
Late fluorescents with candle lights
Our eagles been flying lowly, yet it’s a scary flight
A thousand tonnes of honor and glory, heavy right
But you'll see everyday
That we'll never turn away
When it seems all your dreams come undone
We will stand by your side
Filled with hope and filled with pride
We are more than we are
We are one
Though different color or eyes skin hair and different faces
Different cultures, tribes, religions and languages
Different dreams and believes
Different gifts we received
From the creator, our souls embedded into nature
We are one
Flesh and blood, living under the sun
A species divinely created in the likeness of God (we are)
Precious like diamonds and pearls (we)
Put in charge of the universe
In freedom, peace and unity and the winds of love
We are bound
Though divided by rivers, streams and boarders lines carved in time,
by civilization and secession into nations we may divide
but only one God watches over us like the sun in the sky
If chords unite our land, lets create a unity band
No such thing as a perfect world, but we could make it better
The grass been turning brown, you and I and can make it greener
God disguised as fate, made us Nigerians for a plan
Our nation will be great, if we unite we will stand
...everyday
That we'll never turn away
When it seems all your dreams come undone
We will stand by your side
Filled with hope and filled with pride
We are more than we are
We are one
Life is short
But love can be shorter
I wonder if love could ever be overwhelming
I wonder if we could ever get tired of love
I wonder if we’d push people away because they love us
Is that what love is really about?
I wonder if the foundation of love could be mistrust
Re-echoing and resounding worst memories
I wonder if love is desultory
And probably depends on happening situations
Like a bag on a windy desert
True Love they say never fades
But does it even last for ages
I’ve been digging for days
Surfing and scattering the mains
Where goes love?
Down our tummies?
So, they don’t last?
Or up in our chest ?
Like an undetectable malformation ?
Or skyrocketing to brains?
Probably why we go crazy about the people we love
I really hope it’s all not a mirage
But rather true reflections of genuine affection
And not delusion of fantasies
The only thing we wish to see in our images
An aura of love strongly bonded across our hearts
Where distance cannot even stand a chance
Of separating the ones we love
But I still ask from the bottom of my mind
What is love??
as the hypocrite talking head
seeking re-election in 2012
tells us all that this empire (which continues to wield its
sledge hammer upon the world)
this “land of the free”
(who demands that all others follow in its
dirty
&
bloody
footsteps),
is one which “unlike the old empires,”
does not force its will upon the people of this planet
“for territory or resources,”
a soldier watching
shoves their finger down their throat
forcing themselves to vomit up the
utterly visceral disgust
which accompanies the knowledge that
s/he has taken part in making Iraq
american.
the soldier is coming home to a country
whose chose the spending of money on
bashing Afghanistan & Iraq
to be more important than providing employment,
universal healthcare,
affordable housing or
a decent education system
to its own citizens---
instead we have taken pleasure in killing those abroad
so that they will be forced to be like us---
so that one day they can have
skyrocketing unemployment,
no health care,
no affordable housing or
a decent education system
either
(that is, if they don’t already reside in such a state as a
product of our entrance & extraction of all their
resources for use within our borders).
Eyes shine with the proud tears of a nation reborn
From the ashes of corruption and greed, a unifying spirit will arise
And he reassures and comforts the fears of the forlorn.
We rejoice in his Presidency and the day he is sworn
Into an Office tainted by eight years of endless lies
Eyes shine with the proud tears of a nation reborn
A Socialist, to those who look down on him with malicious scorn
Progressive diplomat, to those of us who are not looking for a reprise
And he reassures and comforts the fears of the forlorn.
Some try to topple his efforts, but on that January morn
Throngs of people will crowd and stare, as if looking at a beautiful sunrise
Eyes shine with the proud tears of a nation reborn
With patience and undying courage he will mend a nation torn
Insurmountable obstacles are present, but he hears our cries
And he reassures and comforts the fears of the forlorn
Diligent leadership will help create progress to problems skyrocketing and airborne
He promises he will stand with us in a time of lows or highs
Eyes shine with the proud tears of a nation reborn
And he reassures and comforts the fears of the forlorn
Oh to be in England on a Summers Day
Said Shakespeare
I think ?
I must confess
I can't ever remember an Indian Summer
As Sun kissed as this
The garden grass has turned crisp brown
The tree's are shedding
And the flowers are wilting in the bathing heat
And i have had to double my hayfever medication
To placate the skyrocketing pollen rates
But you will never hear me complain
For me this is pure bliss
Reminds me of the pleasure of one's first kiss
My ailments seem cured
My eyes are alive to new possibility
I am at 1 with the mid-day sun gods
On the celestial equinox
Oh to be in England on a summers day
To witness a red rose
Dressed up in the afterglow
Dancing for pleasure
Sat out in the garden
Drink of choice in hand
Waiting for dusk to land
I can not think of anywhere else I would rather be
The World Cup is on T.V
And England are through to the 2nd round
With 1 game to spare
Dare to dream
If this summer is anything to go by
Stranger things have happened
Like the Moon landings
If it can be sunny for this long in rainy dour England
Then let us all make hey while the sun shines
And maybe just maybe
You never know
This may be our time shine
And we could finally put to bed
The memory of 1966
3 Lion's on our Shirt
Come on England
Oh to be in England on a World Cup Summers Day
Civility where have you gone and why have you gone missing
Since you left, all I hear, is an awful lot of hissing
No matter how I try, to avoid, unpleasant situations
They pop up wherever I go; no longer aberrations
Times are hard, it’s very sad, what so many must endure
What will happen next, no one knows; it all seems so unsure
There are so few jobs for the young or old, or people in-between
The cost of living skyrocketing like nothing I have seen
Everywhere you look, there is so much, waste and destruction
And everyone’s, so tired of hearing, about all of the corruption
There’s much to deal with, that’s for sure, no wonder you went missing
Sometimes I feel like going missing too; I think I’ve started hissing
What 'pandemic?'
I never called it that
As for 'climate change'
Something for God to work at
Don't believe there's any 'polarization'
Isn't the world getting hotter?
As for 'skyrocketing inflation'
More bothersome politicization...
By now you may have guessed
My name is Alfred E. Newman
~ What me worry? my jest
Adios dear dentist with shots, x-rays and drills
Adieu root canals, crowns, and skyrocketing bills
With just gums underneath
I'm outliving my teeth
G'day dear hot oatmeal, ciao vitamin pills
12/20/22
Opaque skies, Smokey air
Gloomy times, Ashes all over
Burning fire, Steep terrain
Gusty winds, Fight extends
Double shifts, Lengthy nights
Unfavorable conditions, Hazardous sites
Skyrocketing blazes, Stinging eyes
Tenacious labor, Brave exploits
Wind alterations, falling embers
Spot fires, Challenging levels
Dealing with hazardous flames and willing to take risks
saving others while making self-sacrifice
I appreciate your courage, compassion and devotion
Sending prayers for your safety and a successful mission
†††††††††THE UNFORGIVABLE VOYAGE††††††††
Tears trickled through my face
As our vessel threshed the deep.
Seagulls flapped their wings on
The beach as I watched them
Disappear before my sight.
I wished to belong to their
Colony if that meant staying back.
The shores of a place once to me
Known as home was about in a
Day to be forever foreign.
I followed the winds and stole
Stares of the sunset skies.
Salt water was unforgiving
As I retched in retribution.
Surrounded by aqua, the smell
Of sea never went down with me.
The sea spread out before me and
Seemed unending in its vastness.
We could have been on the sea
Forever as darkness prevailed,
Thickening the clouds above.
I looked up to find the stars and
Moonlight missing, as thunderclaps
And lightning bolts streaked across
The nautical skies.
The twin waves weaved its way,
Riding our vessel up and down.
The boatswain seemed bewildered,
Backing orders at the crew who
Scurried about with buckets to
Scoop water which had seeped
Its way inside.
All a little me could imagine was
Poseidon holding on to his trident
And commanding the forces of the
Sea to rock our ship to a frenzy.
The turbulence was brutal and
Unforgiving, anger in the form of water
Slapped hard on our faces, almost
Leaving us blind.
Salt water ragged my breathing
And when all else seemed to have
Failed, the storm slept still, leaving
Us with mixed feeling of joy and
Trepidation of drowning.
To save us from this newest menace,
My fragile hands found a bucket just
About my size as I joined to scoop
Out water. Suddenly, the sails stopped
Sailing the winds as our ship was dead
In Water. The rudder stopped almost
Immediately, skyrocketing our fears.
While we waited to regain the winds,
I dealt with my fears by filling my head
With the thought of grandma back home;
Her loving arms and my warm bed.
My heart ached all the more.
I just want this voyage to come to
And end. Let this all be a dream, I said
Silently whilst staring at reality.
©Whyte Queen
IG: @poetic_poesy
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