Electric Current Poems | Examples

The Silence Screams

A fleeting vision and aura
Hidden
Deep in the recess of my mind
Under the cover of darkness
Toying with my psyche 
Reading my mind
Undisclosed thoughts
Inner monologues
Coaching
Guiding
Escaping reality for a fleeting moment
Feeling my soul spirit
Whispering
Softly,
So softly.
Words escaping from my lips,
Echoing,
Bouncing around like an electric current—
The jumble of my brain,
Like a jigsaw puzzle,
Searching desperately for a missing piece.
A link—
Broken.
The silence screams.
Empty.
A hole where my heart used to be.

Instant Poem

The electric current in my brain fused
Couldn’t find the words to make poetry or my muse
Switched on the AI generator
Presto “Instant poem” became the corroborator
The judges on the poetry soup
Didn’t know it was a well-planned coup
POTD award I stealthily stole	
Now how do we catch the burrowing mole

Plasma

It’s the attraction of charged particles:
negative and positive swirling around a nucleus. 
Some would call this framework an article 
from an ancient energetic cumulus. 

You are to me as I am to you- 
with a quick ray’s burst of gamma.
Intertwined and betwixted, a centerfuge
complex creating a material plasma. 

Feel this magnetic pull as it imparts  
to combine and form a dynamic rampart?  

The electric current of the universe ignites, 
as our spirit molecules dance in the atmosphere.
Vapor wraps around that which incites
and we launch past the ionosphere.    

As our cells dissolve into the cosmos,
we mingle together as one in another 
and we open into the collective conscious-
it’s a breathless feeling like no other. 

We are to you as you are to us- 
We are more than a routine enigma. 
An equation will never be enough
to explain our sentient version of plasma.

A Letter To My Beloved

Oh my Beloved,

Thank you for being you,
so savage a voice such a soft touch;
I know how gentle feels,
in the harshness of your arms 
and the tenderness of your words;    

Sparks that only become amplified 
when I  see the flame in your eyes
and watch it burn;
 An endless ocean 
that I know you would cross or destroy 
for me;

Thank you;

I succumb to this poetic awakening 
I was hiding for so long;
You are the rhythm in between my lines
an electric current that shocked my soul;
So pardon these rhymes and ramblings 
You make it hard for me to speak;
So,I thought I would write you a letter 
Throw up a cliche’ and say, 

I love you my Beloved;
I am so glad you’re you.

Magnetism

We were but strikes of lightening, sealed in a glass jar
Fumbling about with nowhere to go.
Exhausted, we conducted ourselves
With a slight curb of enthusiasm.
Sprung to life with the slightest touch
Electric current twirling forward, then back.
Sparks igniting beneath our toes
Traces of where we've been crackled.
Sizzled in a flash by the dark spot of glass.
We were irresponsible in the abundance of each other
The glass soon stained by soot,
Purified by the euphoria of what came to be known as climatic.
Every taste
Every passion.
Soon exploiting what came to be known as each other.
We polluted ourselves with the taste of each other
Becoming the overcast beneath the top of the jar.
Surrounded by absolute dark.
The way I saw the universe in her eyes
Laying beneath the night sky surrounded by acres of thought
Vast in length
Breathless in thought
A jolt of vibration quivered in heart

Since I Met You

I can’t argue with your voodoo 
it’s become so difficult to do;
Haunted by your face, 
your eyes make my heart race;
No, I haven’t slept since I met you; 

Hard to breathe when the Sun comes up
hiding the long night with makeup; 
Haunted by your face, 
your eyes make my heart race; 
Slowly sipping that coffee cup;

Living, chasing the next moment 
shocked by this electric current; 
Haunted by your face, 
your eyes make my heart race;
I’m no match for your fire so potent; 

Over and over I feel what you do,  
All I want is for you to continue; 
Haunted by your face, 
your eyes make my heart race; 
No, I haven’t slept since I met you.

Oh Beautiful Africa

Africa a continent of hope 
Paragons of love where overwhelming joy flows.
Your blessed resources make you a source of attraction.
Without you, the world is formless.
oh! Beautiful Africa
 

Africa a continent of peace
Where trees wave in love and harmony, 
Birds fly and sing in unison 
The river flows like an electric current.
The mountains are climbs and reclimb.
oh! Beautiful Africa


You bring civilization to all men.
You have the only Pyramid the world can boost off.
We see Rhinoceros, Greater kudu, Galago, Ostrich in you only.
You are rich in biodiversity, a shining desert, a huge valley, and good Savanna.
Oh! The continent of diverse culture and beauty
Oh! Beautiful Africa 

Africa a heart of many
Where stones, golds, diamonds are surplus.
A breed of dark, beautiful people 
Life in you is magical and full of excitement.
Beautiful are your traditions that attract your haters.
How beautiful are you?
Oh! Beautiful Africa.

Moratorium

Echoes of us ripple through
time like stones skipped, slicing 
icy surfaces of winter waters,
thawing. Fumes fog mirrors of lost conversations
confusing things I’m certain you said - all
you’d deny that I did - breath
steaming our rose-tinted glasses, wilting.

Hearts beat against an electric current, leaping
upstream with spectral salmon desperate to
escape inevitables, flee set in stone
choices. Those words we both 
carved. Knife upon bark.

Once entwined like ivy, our fingers leave
roadmaps in red pricks of thorns, to one day 
find a way back to this house of the dead. A 
crypt for romance placed under matrimonial 
moratorium. In memoriam.

(16.2.21)

Extemporaneous Love

Extemporaneous Love

Like a fire 
contained in a crate
extemporaneous love
burning wildly
outside compassionate law

fiery eyed suave, furtive glance
soft, quick stroke at the back of the neck
and a long voluptuous wish

electric current charging
the eros energy of
thought undone dares
elicit naughtiness

beginning with a friendly touch
the words “hello”
suggestive smile
yes, so
suggestive


11/14/17

Hypocrite

Naseauted by the sermon,  
by their definition of love       
brush the taste of vomit off of my tongue.
Head screaming, sit in a pew.
"lord, the father. My heart belongs to you"                                   
assuring the assured, with their egos oh so tall.             
all the while assuring me I will fall.       
The screaming masses of bodies        
The adrenaline, running through everyone in an electric current.
The night before that sunday
So fun
Protesting the church                
Masked they stand, in clouds of tear gas and hate. Screaming about the right of man. No. She will marry her wife. 
No matter what these people say.       
The sunday school teacher,
Intoxicated enough to forget the next line in their group chant.                                                                                         Lord the father, my heart belongs to you.
Hypocrite. The word rings in her ears.

Work Poem

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The Unlikely Alliance

The unlikely alliance

for me you need not be clothed
I understand your fragility
of which the edges are like krill
To you I disclose my being,
for only you I rehearse my songs.
From the truest vestiges of the heart,
where the rumbling of the soul
and electric current making multiple zeds as if ignition cannot be..
until it does..

Erupts this volcano inside of me, the magma of the heart cascading walls and gleam.
Steaming, hissing ,smoking at your feet  and there it halts, and there it cools and I deliver me.
Touch me I am warm
Feel me I am true.
Where us unlikely two shall meet, you the tulip, I the lava.
There your trusting brave will do what none would believe.

I give you that diamond of the earth, that stone that doesn’t melt,
under pressure it was formed.
Be sure to stand the allegations of my antagonist
How I need your alibi
Oh how  I yearn for truth

Power Lines Don'T Make Good Clothes Lines

Some people say she was crazy, they think that she was out of her mind.
She paid the price when she decided to use a power line for a clothes line.
She thought that the electric current would dry the clothes faster.
She didn't know that she was heading for disaster.
She was too cheap to make a clothes line or to buy a new clothes dryer.
She wouldn't have done what she did if she had known it would fry her.
She fell off the ladder when she was shocked by the electricity.
She thought she was being smart but ended up being extra crispy.

(This is a fictional poem)

Junkie

The tablet feels heavy, as I carry it about 
My skin elastic with nothing but plastic
I slowly see my hair as a device for me to skirt
The needle screams at me to be desert
Ah the magic of substance flowing in my veins
The rush of the electric current that harbors me insane 
I want this madness every day
I chase, I run, all for the fix,part of my fun is seeing the car do the twist
Baby I love you and will never let you down
You are my soul,my provider,everything in life 
The life of a junkie is always be  loyal to your  wife

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