Compounds Poems | Examples

Monoxide Killer

It came quiet as the night
Nothing you could fight
It drifted unnoticed in the air
More lethal than an angry bear

He didn't feel a breeze, he didn't feel a change
Nothing out of order, nothing struck him strange
It bound to his hemoglobin, 200 times as strong
His cells were suffocating, all systems going wrong.

They found him in my car, a snow drift behind
The got him out in time for the poison to unwind
I researched it, other compounds also creep in stealth
They may change the way you act, they may destroy your health.

A crime mob found this out, they can ambush, poison you
The motive might be foggy, the method leaves no clue
Just another thing to worry about these days
Bad things can happen, in so many new ways.

See, there are crimes you know were done
But with stealthy drugs in air, there is no smoking gun
We can rub the wrong guy the wrong way
then wonder why the joy fades out, and our life goes gray.

Collops of Fat

Collops of fat line the tables of the few,
while the many stretch hands toward empty plates.
Skyscrapers rise in the capital,
yet in the villages, children bend under jerrycans,
walking miles for a sip of muddy water.

The economy grows, they say—
percentages polished and paraded—
but the growth is stored in vaults,
not in classrooms with broken desks,
not in hospitals without medicine,
not in the pockets of the farmer who tills red soil for nothing.

Every election season,
collops of fat are dangled like bait—
T-shirts, soap, envelopes,
promises swollen with grease,
but never nourishment for tomorrow.

The youth, restless, crowd into boda stages,
degrees folded in pockets,
dreams reduced to dust by unemployment.
Markets overflow with speeches,
but not with buyers.
Streets fill with posters,
but not with jobs.

Uganda’s wealth pools in corners,
thick, congealed, unreachable.
The nation limps,
while a few grow heavier, rounder,
their laughter echoing across gated compounds.

Collops of fat—
the evidence of excess,
the proof of imbalance,
the weight carried not by those who eat,
but by those who starve.

The Nature

The Nature

Nature. The parents. Life giver and keeper. Thank you
Thank you, what? What are you saying? Could you say?

Yes, my life. Yes, Nature. My phenomenal home. The only
The only? Where is nature? The Nature? In your room?

My room. This is a place. There is no room for my only love
Then? Where is she? Maybe in the attic? She's up, you're down

Yes, but to be down is a hidden heavenly wonder. Bright hell
So bright, I see. You are a glossy hematite. Mineral stone

I am only a carbon compound. A grey stone. There is a lot
There is only one. The pinnacle of carbon compounds is…
… diamond

No, I am just a coal rock in an abandoned mine. I don’t have a life
I am your karat. The Nature. Just follow and walk the path. Stay

I want to walk in a different land. But in the same way. An exotic world
Just do, your way is the end of my gate. Step in. There is no way

I understand
Crown your karat

Love you, Nature
Nature loves you

Female Cogitation

In conversation
the sounds
of her thinking astounds
logic rebounds
argument confounds
rationale knows not bounds
there's no reasoning
with what she expounds
or justification
in that which she propounds
when all facts fail
and reality surrounds
her point of view
tho' it has zero grounds
piled on in mounds
with absurdity she compounds
adding injury to insult
my brain it impounds
traps me wraps me saps my energy
inducing mental lethargy causing  total apathy

Humpback Whales At Sea

Clicks, whistles and pulsed calls
coming from whales you can't see 
Within the compounds, no walls 
only ocean water and Captain Lee 

Sonograms and ultrasounds, its a joy  
when whale voices are heard ! 
Binoculars views, soon they deploy 
leviathans swim without a word 

The echo returns not for they do run free  
always returning to their  summer grounds     
Into the womb of the deep blue sea
they go, to a place where they can't be found.

she always wins

Whoa! toxic compounds really flow
Who knew this Earth was not a ho?
When with her we toyed
Her life got destroyed
And oh no! we’ll reap what we sow

Humans are the planet’s riffraff 
Our trash ordains an epitaph
This green world seemed sweet
Now smashed and not neat
So who's not the wheat but the chaff?

Compounds

Compounds

Organise compounds can
swallow a 
whole quantity of 
pins.

Phoenix

ashes nestling its claws
caressing the cyclical nature of rejuvenation
the legendary bird takes refuge from the past
as novel adventures beckon their beaks

flight takes a journey from the crest
lights all chakras
compounds interdependence
and freedom from suffering

soon sorrows and pain
fade into impermanent history
and a necessary foundation for growth
leads the return from the abyss
one wing flap at a time

if you believe in magical blessings
the future will be bright and full of merriment
it only takes a little bit of faith in the Universe
to overcome the shadows of Self
on the path to new life

Looks To Deceive

A teardrop of joy
a teardrop of sorrow
Different in substance
different in kind
Flowing endemic
the scientist’s baffled
Their chemical compounds
— distinct and profound

(Rosemont College: June, 2024)

I AM POTATO

I have a skin, brown tan melolin
Inside of me is water, energy
I have nodes from which buds are formed
I am shapeN like a football, a peanut, a fat lumpy carrot
I may develop sprouting, buds, green spots
I may be spoilage, not cause my parents giving me everything I ask

Interspersed in a tubular, vallecular
If for I am green growing out my sprouts
I am better off tossed out
Thrown away
What, Who am I
The one with many eyes, but no hands
Whom, am eye with eyes and spots
Inside me is water, starch and energy
Inside me ivory tan inside me
I am russet Burbank Shepody, Umatilla
What nation to I come from
What nationally am I
You see I am not human
But I human-to-see

I have many so love
the growing points so are potato tubers, 
each with a little stem bud 
the Red, White, Russet Oh’ how we love

 begin to sprout, the growths those roots,
 eyes, and bumps have a high
 concentration of compounds see
I’m not human

I am a potato

The Pottawattamie Beaver

In the sylvan sewers of Fritchy's tombie
    the Pottawattamie beavers play
  deep beneath the verdant pastures
    where dead skunks and possum lay

  Circling skyward glowing wierdly
    jackal-birds sharpen their nails
  those brainless fowl still don't get it
    Pottawattamie leave no trail  

  The point, my friends, is whoever writes
    such utter trash compounds our misery
  Would that he fire up his rotisserie 
    and fry the buzzards in sympathy

  Anon I hear supplicants, lost their compass again
    Pity that out-of-water, they won't get deap-sea bends

When Grief Knocks At Your Door

When you are shaken to your core
and old man grief knocks at your door.
Life feels as if a storm passed through,
and left you feeling numb and blue.

Whether caused by a loss of job
or one who was a dear heartthrob,
or loved ones who are laid to rest,
Grief is a never-welcomed guest.

Grief may come when we least expect,
and in our soul his tent erect.
How long he stays depends on you,
dealing with him could bless you too.

Frequently we are given the time,
to prepare for the painful climb
out of the hole, our losses leave,
thus causing our souls to grieve.

Failure to grieve compounds the pain,
Increases stress and mental strain.
Eventually, your brain will snap,
 making you flip and blow your cap.

Please do not be afraid of grief.
Ask God to strengthen your belief.
Let Him walk with you through the pain.
In the end, you will reap great gain. 

The next time grief knocks at your door,
think of it as a common chore.
If you work through it to the end
your wounded heart your God will mend.

Not All Is Lost

Shadows expand until daylight is gone,
swallowing visible beams like a yawn.
Fervently reaching like a greedy hand,
until daylight is gone, shadows expand.

Leaf piles increase in the hiss of brisk wind.
Meager gardens sag, verdant assets thinned.
A howling gust uplifts each drifting piece.
In the hiss of brisk wind, leaf piles increase.

Coldness compounds like a dampened shawl worn.
Snowman's weathered cloak I mutely adorn.
The numbing of an ice compress surrounds. 
Like a dampened shawl worn, coldness compounds.

Thorns remain as fragrant petals lose scent,
hardened in a hunkered state of lament.
Not all is lost in bitter frost and rain.
As fragrant petals lose scent, thorns remain.

9-5-2022

Awash

An endless sequence marching to the shore,
the repetitious, mesmerizing sea.
The shoulders, tensed, relaxing all the more
as wave on wave come rolling over me.

Beyond the bar, the deeper hues of blue
turn emerald as they pass across the sand;
a frothy white appears as if on cue,
and rides, rambunctious, all the way to land.

A sound machine so marvelously made,
enraptured, I am caught up in a trance.
A symphony, with crashing symbols, played;
the waves complete a choreographed dance.

The soothing sound compounds its sweet effects;
I breathlessly anticipate the next.

—————

for the 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 4 Poetry Contest
sponsored by Mark Toney
Written 06/19/2022

Doubt's Rising Shadow

Doubt's Rising Shadow

                    torn from darkness
                    a burning halo divides the distant night
                    shifting orange then red across
                    the ashen clouds that draw a ribbon
                    between the now and then

                    this flat rumor bangs along
                    hangs me wordless on the truth
                    I cannot say where the singing stopped
                    the branches call their children home
                    and now without the winding sun
                    alone the autumn drops her veil

                   curtained by a shallow mist
                   the open water ends and ice compounds
                   the rocks that split the lattice
                   shapes of daylight down from horizontal
                   twisting like a question
                   hungry and unspoken

                   there is a boat
                   and we are in it
                   there is a storm
                   and we will pass through it
                   there is a moment waiting to happen
                   there is a breath I have not taken

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