Explosives Poems | Examples

What kind of hate

Ariana Grande had many teenage fans
girls went to her concerts, in different lands
Then a bomb went off in Manchester killed 22
Revenge, ideology, a toxic stew

Girls liked to sing along with Taylor Swift
But in the alienated mind there was a rift
He stabbed little girls at a Swiftie themed class
Three of them died, there's a question we could ask.
 
What kind of hate, what kind of payback
leads to this kind of horror, indiscriminate attack
Why do they zoom in on those we should protect
What society would they build, after ours they wrecked.

Taylor was planning a concert in an Austrian venue
But religious maniacs knew what to do
With explosives and knives, they'd kill the crowd
The more thousands of dead, the more they'd be proud.

Your religion, your revenge, your deadly schemes
Let girls be girls, let teens be teens
There's no harm in a good sing along
Killing one innocent is always wrong

Luddite

In the year 5555
Your arms hangin' limp at your sides
Your legs got nothin' to do
Some machine's doin' that for you
From In the Year 2525 by Zager and Evans

Luddite

Robots that clean floors
and pools
Robots that assist with
surgery
Robots that search for
explosives
Robots in all areas of
manufacturing
Robots unpiloted as
drones

Self-driving cars
Self-regulating thermostats
Self-guiding weapons
Self-regulating houses

It won’t take until the year 5555
The time is already here
What will we have left to do
A machine can do it all for us
I am rapidly becoming a Luddite

The Israel-Gaza War

On October the 7th, the precarious peace

of  the disputed ancient lands began to cease.

The enraged avengers brought the Al-Aqsa flood

that deluged the Re'im music festival with blood.

 

Then very swiftly came the lopsided response

that decimated women and children at once.

The zionists' war machine sweeps the Gazan land,

rendering its closely compacted earth to flatland.

 

The Mosques, churches, schools, and hospitals are all gone.

Scores wail uncontrollably aloud as they mourn.

Having no point of refuge, refugees take flight

as they seek for bombshelters with no hopes in sight.

 

Hamas belligerents their explosive arrows throw

at overwhelmed defenses of an ageold foe.

Zionists with torrential explosives respond

with offensive operations within and beyond.

 

Oh that the Gaza strip might tranquility know!

Oh that the blood in the West bank would cease to flow!

Oh that Israel would flourish and as a nation grow!

Oh that the warring factions would the seed of peace sow!

Oh that the two warring factions would merry and dance!

Oh that the two state solution was given a chance!

Remember Remember the 5th of November

Remember, remember the 5th of November.
The gunpowder plot, that was supposed to dismember.
A failed plot by Guy Fawkes to take down the Crown.
With his cache of explosives, to bring a government down.

Now a night of Thanksgiving as they foiled the plot.
While bonfires burn, with Fawkes effigy on top.
A celebration of fireworks, dance like stars in the night.
As we gather together with much joy and delight.

The bonfires are blazing with Guy Fawkes on display.
His effigy crackles as the flames dance and sway.
It's a tale from the past as they did apprehend.
As the effigy of Fawkes meets its fiery end.

So here's to the 5th, for its sparkle and sizzle.
A time for reflection as those fireworks fizzle.
It's a lesson from history that will never grow old.
As we give thanks, whilst we cherish the freedoms, we hold.

Optimistic Moonlighting Trimeric

Mormo nudges Moros shoulder hard,
chthonic behavior a bleak dance;
Cocytus is swollen with sad souls,
what direction do explosives flow? 

Chthonic behavior a bleak dance,
it’s so easy to learn the steps to;
Be courageous, favor bold fortune! 

Cocytus is swollen with sad souls,
Swim against this trend even alone,
capture optimistic moonlighting;

What direction do explosives flow?
Cerberus and Acanthodonto,
maybe the secret’s in their tension.

Poker Face On - playing it cool

while the room spins around
dreams and wishes swoosh
in tandem in a mega swirl
one look and delirious delight
releases chaotic madness
a sea of sensations in motion
a swarm of tangents and explosives
perhaps concealed under bated breath
but the eyes never lie ~



AP: Honorable Mention 2025

'Pier-less'

   Laying the ground in Gaza
     for a humanitarian pier 
   attacked by terrorist explosives today
     though the world does not find that weird…

   For it’s ‘normal’ for Hamas, which governs the Gazans
     to deny them basic human needs ~
   leaving to Israel (and the USA) millions of
     hungry Palestinian mouths to feed

Expiring Experienced Excited Emus

expiring experienced excited and enticed enthusiastic emus
extracted exact experimental explosives from exfoliated flues
exasperating exam-free extraterrestrial expedition views
extraordinary x-rayed exclamations exuding as clues.

Mother GAZA

A percentage of me has to hell been consigned
by the ever raging zionists' war machine.
To each livid soldier, a mandate is assigned
to uproot terror where multitudes are confined.
Torrents of explosives have swept my landscapes clean.
Churches, mosques, schools have all to mighty vengeance bowed.
Stricken mothers wail uncontrollably aloud.
Itinerancy pervades my horror stricken crowd,
whilst my kids toy with explosives, carnage and ruin.
Survivors will take shelter from snipers shooting
death balls and lead from peevish and portable guns.
Horror unprecedented the people outruns.
I have metamorphosed to nothing but a morgue.
Lice and bugs have infested hoodies lined with borg.
Disease and maimed limbs have no remedies in sight.
Let not the world be unmoved by my sorry plight.
Why must I this price pay for a thousand or more killed?
My morgues are beyond their capacity filled.
The deaths of innocents are nothing but unjust.
My once-populated streets have been turned into dust.

Hang On Loulie Hang On

Where’er you may be let be, said Loulie
Who cannot control her flatulency
Wherever she roams 
She plays her air drone
Allowing foul odours to flow freely.

Loulie’s mother is three times a lady
Though her lovely daughter drives her crazy
She put up a tent
With all good intent
To keep her home as fresh as a daisy.

Young Loulie was quite frightfully perturbed 
Found that living in a tent was absurd
She could get no sleep
Cold hands and cold feet
And disturbed when her explosives emerged.

Loulie truly tried her best to hang on
Missing her bedroom and mostly her mom
She filled up with wind
Like a bird on wing
Loulie floated off to where sun ne’er shone.

The Hallmarks of War

Thunderous fighter birds,
loud torrential explosives,
blood thirsty Kalashnikovs,
monstrous and destructive tanks,
bloodshed by the river banks,
numerous catacombs interred,
dismembered bodies
on landscapes littered.
Vengeful hearts embittered,
countless tragedies,
misery corrodes like corrosives,
lawlessness without caution,
insanity without option,
hell is incessantly let loose,
for safety you may never choose.
Men of beastly testosterone
on vulnerable women predate.
Bastards are pervasively birthed;
the seed of hate and discord is sown.
Each course is decided by fate,
essentials are ravaged by dearth,
refugees to distant lands take flight,
as they hope that peace will be in sight.
Oh that men will cease to wage war!
Oh that men will peace adore!

Easy Does It

to destroy your opponent
    takes explosives

  to let your point sink in
    ~ small doses

The Great Dying

Saša Milivojev

THE GREAT DYING

THE PESTILENCE


It’s raining snake venom
from the clear blue skies,
millions of bacteria,
stench of excrement,
genes of mice and rats,
lead powder dust, quicksilver droplets,
on the planet of the “reptiles”
piles of human corpses.

They poisoned God no less,
and all else is vague,
Here comes hunger and agony,
rabies, AIDS and plague.

Put your mask on.
Lock up your doors.
Street is not the place to be,
The horror is outdoors,
the devil has come,
to take you to the camp,
the great dying has begun.

Prepare to retaliate!

Below the camp they are harrowing
it’s gas chambers they’re preparing.

And I am stealing time,
blood-soaked to my knees,
to defend myself with explosives,
as the fool once said:
“Graveyards will be too small for us all”.

Even on the verge of the abyss, no less,
in the face of pestilence be fearless,
someone will remain,
children will be birthing just the same,
Thy will be done,
noone can extinguish the Sun.



Translated by Ljubica Yentl Tinska

www.sasamilivojev.com

I Threw Explosives At William Shakespeare

he was bombarded

Volcano

volcano

Huge explosives of nascent hydrogen
twelve hundred square feet explosive house
in companionship of a gentle woman loaded with gelatin
in liquid nitroglycerin's  warm touch
sweet mouth of potassium cyanide.

A lively life; Chloroform
covered fragrant heart door.
In the sea of happiness, in the stream of dark red blood
crowded with carbon monoxide and arsenic
Life is such a horrible beautiful volcano.

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