Blasts Poems | Examples

In the crosshairs and blasts

Grim shadows of strife unfold
death and destruction
they have conquered the enemy
children silenced, doctors mourned
murdered the charity workers
murdered the refugees in churches
masses weakened by hunger's grasp
in echoes of desolation
they won
they killed them all
evil no longer exists
if you're Alice in Wonderland's sway,
illusions blur 
the devils tongue  has had its way

The Blasts Never Last

He made his first million fast
  Now all his blasts in the past
    No spending plan
    No discipline ~
  The money never lasts

Blasts From the North Unappealing

October is greeted with a welcome sigh
By those who love the cooler seasons,
But many of us dread her temperament
And, we all have our personal reasons.
I, for one, revel in the warmth of spring
Long for the greening of May and June,
Anticipating the activities of summertime
During these months I sing a brighter tune.
I must admit I enjoy the holiday festivities
From Halloween fun to Christmas cheer,
But blasts from the north are unappealing
Leading to January and a brand-new year.
I’ll do my very best not to grouse and carp
As the mild temps plunge into low zeroes,
And I’ll try to be cheerful, raising a glass
To 2022’s victories, records, and heroes.
But I’ll not be convinced winter is terrific
While I am here shivering and shaking,
[Probably I’m suffering from another flu] –
When I say I have S.A.D., I’m not faking,
Enjoy your outings to the ski resorts, too,
But remember me here turning all blue! 

Writing September 30, 2022

Big Blasts For Babes

A big blast in baggy boisterous hearts
As a charismatic charming chap I chant choruses
Seeing sisal spinning splendid systematic samples
Taken, I mask mistakes making massive moves
I divert, ditch disrepute in disputed dating dates

Shafts of shame shackled short lived shining
Bestowing beasts bearing bulky burdens
Tearing love tags tapped to the tail.
Growing grief gets God giving good gifts!

Realistic remorseful ritual reaps recognition
Dull decision depicting doom deepens dejection
Woman with wits wish wise way
Pick promise pulling permanent peace
Bind body and bloody base before blasting breast

Crispy crystal from crude crooks cry
From foreground formation to foundation
Spicy silky sweets see stars
God's grace: grab generous groins
Before burden burst, brutally burning.

Beauty Blasts

Morning mist whispers to trees
Juice cascades with buzz and hum
Night flurry tells tall tales  
~~ Autumn’s beauty blasts  


Syllabic count: 7/7/7/5

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Structures

structures of our existence
rankle like fire spewed by a volcano
figurative patterns form by natures way
elements of destruction thought beautiful
mesmerize in formed flight...pathways labeled 
“fixed” doesn’t matter where...up close 
and personal through barriers of sight
textual wisdom reminders washed away by the
flow of existence slowly and surely making its way
stars pinpointed reflect glowing embers
sonic blasts never heard by anyone except trees
one tree falling, one hand clapping never more to
be heard across eternities of the ages.

Sri Lanka Blasts

Catholic churches were attacked in Sri Lanka
Many of our brothers and sisters were massacred 
By 
Fanaticism and ignorance
In 
The name of their God
But
When would we understand that there is only one God,
And that is the God of love,
That we all are his children,
All embraced by Him the same,
None being loved less than the other,
None being put higher or lower than the other?

Those who committed this abominable crime,
Thinking they will be rewarded with a place in paradise,
They soon will find out that their miserable souls
Will be condemned to eternal damnation
For committing: 
Patricide, 
Matricide and 
Fratricide!







© Demetrios Trifiatis
        21 April 2019

* CNN: Sri Lanka blasts. At least 327 dead and more than 500 injured 
in multiple church and hotel explosions. 

R.I.P. our beloved parents, children, brothers and sisters.

Arctic Blasts

Cold air, strong wind, high snowbanks, with sun still shining through
A brisk, clear, walk will wake you up from all that you do
Branches squeaking all around from the wind that blows
Winter’s endurance is stronger than anyone knows
Frozen snowballs are scattered across the pavement on the street
Slippery ice patches are everywhere to look out for, under your feet
This is what you see in the mountains from many arctic blasts
While the long winter shows its mighty force, for as long as it lasts

Heidi Sands

2/26/19

The World Blasts Everyday

The world blasts in one nook or the other everyday. 
It writhes amidst the stink of the burnt emotions. 
Lullabies are mutilated in the roar of A.K.47. 
A flock of black birds hovers in the sky. 
Waif dogs and vultures carve the sculptures 
on the scattered fragments of the innocence. 
Infants fumble for the nipples among the debris. 
Forlorn whimpering of the newest widow 
rises up with the smoke. Family men step into 
the death wagons with the bleeding thoughts. 
White doves shudder to sit on the roof of the worship. 
A hundred revenge kids are born in each blast. 
All ‘isms' end in ‘revengisms'. Funeral of the peace 
is celebrated in the clattering of the weapons. 
As the emotions lose the buttress of sense and reason, 
the world blasts, then it bounces back.

Within the Mind, a Storm Blasts Out Flashes

Within The Mind, A Storm Blasts Out Flashes



Inside the head, the brain, the human mind
  are passageways filtered in dark stains,
Thoughts deep, dark and so ravenously unkind
  sit like waste stuck in kitchen drains.

Within the soul, longings await a new life
  with love that is so rightly sealed,
Dreams of sweetest pleasure with no strife
  and old wounds that have been healed.

Inside the heart, mists of soft dreaming love
  yielding to the lusts of flesh so weak,
Stares out upon the sky filled with stars above
  daring only to imagine but never speak.

Within the mind, a storm blasts out flashes
  brilliance wrapped in hardened shells,
Fueled by great pain and bad emotional crashes
  fear sounds out like loud warning bells.

Behind the eyes, sits a screen showing all
  movies and plays of dreams not born,
Danger creeping down a darkened castle hall
  bringing death some future winter morn.

Robert J. Lindley
Nov. 18th, 1986

Note: From my private journal , an old poem written during a very bad time in my life.

Spring Blasts Love

Fairy of spring when flies high
To the core of the heart of green
Sleeping buds yawn with a sigh 
Ready to create a magical scene
To welcome their loving queen

The earth lays a soft bed of grass
For her feet so soft and delicate
And the evening brings in a glass
The wine of love from the fate
To welcome at the hearts’ gate

The colourful butterflies go zoom
In the fragrance of heavenly fresh
The twittering of cute birds bloom
Newborn flowers like shiny flash 
The lovers leave away the gloom
And sit under the green of doom

Yellow Blasts

Short February will soon be gone
with warmer March fast coming on
bringing surprises that she yields, 
of bright yellow daffodils filling fields.
They're also part of my yard decor.
Every fall I plant some more.

Each year my gardening magazine
shows new daffodils not before seen.
I'm eager for the yellow shades,
one blooming before the other fades
When basking in their golden glow,
if the sun's not shining, I don't know.

Written Feb. 8, 2014

Thunderstorm Blasts

the wild tempest blasts

as lightning rolls with fury...

till young bud opens



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After Serial Blasts To Make a Point

After seeding the clouds
they were going to buy wet lips.

Seven minutes to make a bomb :
a micro-chip, ammonium nitrate and a circuit,
one headless body squirts a long jet of blood.

Run, run for the cover, with nuggets of
wailing times. Black walls intercept the flames.
A nimbus suspends the door.

Cryptic commands fail. A body sprawls
on payment for wheels to move. You
hand me a child to find his bilolgical mother.

A long manifesto makes the cadaver shrink.
Clocks spin in frenzy. Mirrored people
look like ghosts. A city burns.


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