Best Sulphuric Poems
hot liquid
bubbling cauldron...
witches brew
sulphuric acid
nostrils flare...
matches ignite
lava overflows
on mountain crevice...
blister patch
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Categories:
sulphuric, natural disasters,
Form:
Haiku
The crazy befouling animalistic urges
Life beyond character
Carton of sulphuric acid
A calm third gender walks out
A person called Chex
Female, Male and Chex
Chex are vemonous
A creature or (person) of infinite ability
Not manly
Not feminine
Just the perfect being
Not god of course
But the third gender
Not a confusion or a mix of both
But the Perfect Gender
Who makes this third gender?
Human kind
Categories:
sulphuric, science fictiongender,
Form:
"It" whispered strange somethings into her ear.
As she gazed intently into the mirror.
"Its" voice was soft yet "it" taunted her so.
She wished to flee "it" but where could she go?
"It" bathed her mind in "its" sulphuric stream!
Lies upon lies "it" became a bad dream.
A waking nightmare she could not escape.
Her skinny fat body, what a wierd shape!
The more weight she lost the fatter she felt.
"Its" voice stonger as spirit did melt.
"I'm your friend, I'll help you disappear!
"Come to my garden, you don't belong here."
She stopped believing what "it" had to say
When she went for help the "it" ran away!
Categories:
sulphuric, conflict, dark, identity,
Form:
Sonnet
5/24/17
Not going to adjourn
Since you never learn
Going to make you squirm
More than a worm
With a stance that is firm
Then make you burn
So that you never return
Showing no concern
No more chances
Or free passes
You'll find out what happens
Over such foolish actions
When you are thrown into sulphuric acid
Or taken out through using gases
Then put below the grasses
And any branches
The universe continues on, as the scales tilt or balance
Whether it was done in good will or from being callous
Once or twice
Might not take your life
But make you pay the price
With the ultimate sacrifice
The outcome chosen by a roll of the dice
Since you never took advice
I think this should suffice
And if not then it will not end nice
Getting eaten alive by rats and mice
Too late to take back what you said
Going to bring you to the edge
And toss you from the ledge
Doesn't matter where you land or if it's on a hedge
So long as you remain dead
Oh well many other lifeforms will get fed
Body parts including the head, brought back to a den
Never seen or heard from again
Categories:
sulphuric, courage, dark, horror, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
The Timeball
sits atop of a tower
at Point Gellibrand - a quaint
relic of the past when,
well over a century ago,
ships at anchor in the Bay
would set their chronometers
as the ball descended
at precisely 1pm each day.
The Timeball is still in use
though not for its original
purpose but to serve
the curiosity of the tourists.
I often sit there
and watch the spectacle,
the ball lowering at 1pm,
check my phone time to see
if both are in sync - they
always are. I think
of the seafarers who navigated
the high seas with instruments
tuned to its time. They are all
gone now, exist only in old
photographs hung in the local
maritime museum.
The Timeball survives and I
wonder whether if they,
like me in darker moments,
saw it as a slow guillotine
slicing yet another day
off their lives.
I wonder too if they, like me,
looked out over a wider
world beset with strife,
saw the Timeball fall as if
counting down to some
uncertain catastrophe
gathering somewhere ahead.
For them it was the horror
of two world wars.
For me and my age it is
that thick, sulphuric mist
spread out on the horizon,
still shapeless and yet drawing
ever nearer and will not stop.
Its menacing advance measured
day by day at 1pm
when the Timeball drops
Categories:
sulphuric, future, history, time,
Form:
Free verse
Love your enemies
With my eyes closed I could still see clearly even when they tried to hide the truth from me
I did not need my eyes to see the lies they were telling me
I did not eat the food they cooked but I could taste the bitterness from looking in their eyes,
They looked like they were bleeding internally I had no bandages to stop the bleeding
They spoke to me, tiptoeing around my heart with words that demonstrated the arrogance in their minds
He lays a table before me in the midst of my enemies’ 4some reason I felt like that dude David when he wrote those psalms
In their eyes I was a fool and blind to their candy coated approach
Before the devil’s hands lies Gold and earthly Riches, shaking their hands required profound meditation
They spoke in tongues but were oblivious to my multilingualism
They spoke in parables unaware that my mind instinctively decodes and deciphers
I do not know if it was a curse or a blessing but my mind somehow breaks everything down to its core
They had a lot to say but were unaware that I could hear everything that they were not saying
When I spoke their feelings were throbbing and their minds in pain for the truth is like a sharp knife coach
Cutting through skin with ease like light passing through a thin glass
Like Thor’s hammer my words broke their shields I was not at war but they yielded hanging white flags on their heads
They begged for compassion and forgiveness the guilt they felt was their hell of burning sulphuric flames
These flames do not burn the skin but burns the inner being the spirit
They could not tell any lies or hide the truth
I came to them in a form a white dove emitting light and said “peace be upon you for inner peace extinguishes any flame”
Categories:
sulphuric, brother, care, forgiveness, inspirational,
Form:
Free verse
LETTER TO MY DAUGHTER
this poem reshuffled cabinet
the rhythm resigned the president
its metaphors adjourned parliament
my daughter
awaken sleeping patriots eating peanut in slogan darkness
rise dozing voters in the warmth of political acid
awaken struggle heroes in graves tired of wrong epitaphs and fake eulogies
awaken fat cats puffing zanunised propaganda burgers in slumber
rise green horns drinking much talked herbal tea of change
grandfathers of patriotism to bring back
truth drowning in potholes of grief
god fathers of change to bring back my vote choked in drums of new renewed
corruption
bring red hot charcoal to roast political bedbugs sucking our blood in daylight
bring a word scientist to burn the justified injustice in poetic sulphuric acid
my daughter
this poem reshuffled cabinet
the rhythm resigned the president
the metaphors adjourned parliament.
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Categories:
sulphuric, africa, allegory, allusion, anger,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
The era of darkness is near,
I can smell the ground starting to rot.
The penetrating scent of Fetidity
Assaulting the nostrils of pure souls.
With the putrid scent goes along,
Your last uncontaminated Exhalation.
There goes the only hope you had
For by tomorrow all this will be dematerialized.
The sulphuric spoor consuming nonstop,
Leaving behind traces of what once was.
Vast Emptiness within the dark realms,
Something is missing, but nothing to be found.
Unseen corpses embalmed in raw eggs,
Reaching out through the increasing pressure.
Flesh and blood mixed with perturbed fear,
Despair, Misery and an unruly urge to imbibe.
Sulphurous Aroma caressing your Aura,
You’re holding back your spirit; but it’s gone.
You’re all alone and you know where you are;
The New Age of Darkness, has begun.
Categories:
sulphuric, dark, death, evil, humanity,
Form:
Epic
Heroes,
To some people a killer can be called Hero
To other people a defender of their rights is called Hero.
There are many untold true histories as
some people wanted to be celebrated.
Leopard II killed many Congolese in the colony regime innocently , stole congolese natural resources and
he is well known Hero today.
Imagine if Leopold II killed some neighbours
innocently could the majority Europeans
called him " Hero?"
Answer is no and no...no.
Some Belgians and Congolese leaders called
for negotiations meetings for freedom and agreed
to free the republic of Congo,
On June 30/ 1960 , Republic of Congo was proclaimed
as independent Country.
later on the Congolese liberator Emery Patrice Lumumba was killed innocently
by the complicity
of the Belgium government.
Hero Lumumba was putting in sulphuric acid
And
He straightaway melted.
When the Belgium current king sent a golden tooth as
the remain of Emery Patrice Lumumba to President Antoine Felix Tchisekedi Chilombo,
All the world watched it.
No one is concerning about many crimes done
by the Belgium government in Congo
which could be the important things
to focus on daily basis.
Heroes,
The attack of president Putin in Ukrain was wrong
and he does not deserve to be called Hero for doing
such crime against humanity.
I know that all the top leaders who were behind
the destructions of Libya, Irak and Afghanistan
were totaly wrong and
they don't deserve to be called Heroes
for such crimes against humanity.
I salute the courage of some African presidents
Who stood up and put their colleagues
Presidents Putin and Zelenskyy
on peace negotiation table.
World youths continue to rise and knowing that
there is no race that prays for repetitive maltreatment
in the planet earth.
Anyone who is not happy to live in peace
with others on earth , there are many planets
which can be his " her " good place to live.
June 30/2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe
Mussabwa Chris
Categories:
sulphuric, freedom, history, peace, political,
Form:
Free verse
Once long ago
You made the sun shine
Now you cast
A septic sulphuric shadow
You came and stole
My heart and my happiness
And interred them
In cold grey granite stone
Days once so brief
Now linger, last too long
As we must sit
Separate in the same room
And listen to
The silence of hurtful hate
For contest * Jaded Love* by John Heck
Categories:
sulphuric, depression
Form:
Free verse
Our friends used to say that the two of us had chemistry. Their little in house joke.
Strangers took it to mean we got along great.
What they actually meant was stable when separate abut volatile when mixed.
It was true. Though I was blind to it at the time.
How could I not be? I was in love.
He was everything. The other half of me.
I felt it whenever he was near.
Maybe that was the chemistry?
Like sodium and sulphuric acid; slowly fizzing, heating up and up and up until the inevitable explosion that finally tears through destroying everything in its
path.
It was a long time coming.
But when it came it hit hard and fast and left little unscathed.
He was the best thing that ever happened to me.
I'll never say any different. Even now.
But he was also the worst of me.
And I was the worst of him.
It was no one's fault really.
Not his.
Not mine.
We just...had chemistry.
Categories:
sulphuric, break up, heartbreak, love,
Form:
Free verse
JERKS OF JEALOUSY
Two thick n' lovely friends, friends forever type
Ugly poverty had its brutal curse on both of them
Thick n' thin of life, equally did they share...
Both good at sports, budding athletes of their locality
New contest announced, In prize-trophy, sports shoe !
Both took up challenge, preparation on in full-swing...
Motivation n' moral boost-up, coach and the trainee, both were for both!
Arrived the D- day - One lost , One won!!
This is the point where story takes a U-turn..
One who lost got jealous, best moments till date
dissolved and diluted.
Wicked jealousy corroded his mind like sulphuric acid...
In fit of jealousy burnt he the shoes won by his own dear friend...
Another contest declared in neighbouring town, winner friend said,
I won't partake due to ligament tear.. but buddy you have to win this time
The new shoes I won, you wear and keep it as my gift all yours!
Good luck my friend he patted and left, still unaware
about shoes' fate which he had kept safe in chest.
© Anulaxmi Nayak, 2015
Categories:
sulphuric, anger, art, best friend,
Form:
Free verse
Bleach floods over British Empire blues
Prussian wealth fragmenting into rust
Ochre pouring from the distilleries of eyes
Hidden downturned under peek-a-boo fringes
The lustre of ink wells overflowing where
The sun never sets. Lace and horses make
A violent mix like sulphuric acid, a maggot
Eating at the Boadicea face of pooling silk
Like the flag of an Antoinette bourgeoisie
A touch above the socket, dark in their discolouration
Hearty in their malcontent, those peek-a-boo girls
Tying ribbons on sheep transformed into roaring lions
A maypole of bondage, the Spitfire flies.
Categories:
sulphuric,
Form:
Free verse
Seven For Chaos And Order-Of Hells & Heavens
With Love abandoned and Demons are handed your serving succulent Soul
Megalomaniacal monstrosities, hideous oddities welcome you to the devils hole
Dreams of destruction for your consumption with sulphuric scorching smells
Blistering blasphemous bondage, you pay homage to the Master of Hells
My Soul escapes thru damnation drapes, I see the Loving Light
An Angelic reunion a Holy communion, the Heavens are within sight
No more enslaved my Soul is saved in harmonious habitual height.
01.28.2017
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Categories:
sulphuric, dark, heaven, humanity, surreal,
Form:
Verse
Chemical Fire
Burn baby and give me some sulphuric hydrochloric acid smoke,
your fire gives me toasted tiktox and crisps me up nicely.
Boom goes the roof when 55 gallon drums go flying and it’s all ballistic.
The money shot is when the boss’s office goes up like a frigging rocket.
He was sat at his desk and went to the moon.
Chemical Ali won’t be coming back anytime soon.
Question is where is his ten million dollar profit?
Was it hidden in an empty oil drum on a pallet of dangerous chemicals?
All the factory is ablaze, three workers died and two were injured.
They should have got blood money for working there,
no risk to life was greater and no boss more meaner.
As flames reach a hundred feet and smoke a mile in the sky,
hindsight is way too late.
Categories:
sulphuric, crazy, death, evil, fantasy,
Form:
Free verse