Firework Poems | Examples of Firework Poetry

When it is the long weekend for the fireworks The fireworks begins when the sky is darken Some people gather in parks to watch fireworks Others just watch fireworks from their homes It last till the early morn When people try to sleep Noise on pets They are scared Whining Scared...

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Apophasis is such a cool word. Not to mention how it sounds like a popping fist and fireworks, though I wouldn’t dare suggest I’ve ever blown things up just for grins and giggles. It’s cousin to praeteritio, kissing cousin to paralepsis— all of them cool sounding words, not to mention parasiopesis which leaves the juiciest bits unsaid— but don’t get me started on this. Of course,...

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It was the first time I heard the dove’s low call— three minor notes stretched thin across a motionless prairie on a shimmering hot afternoon, the kind where even shadows try not to move. I felt like I should be in mourning too— but for what, I didn’t know or had forgotten. Black Cats and Roman candles found no customers that day, just heat, and a solitary...

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horizon q u i v e r ...

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O boulder, with pitch resin shine! Flicker fine at night! Fate and Fortune, thus we dine! Sign, O line of sight! Ichor in immortal veins? Crenellate to hold. No use waiting for the rains! Sane and centrefold! Explain, O my spark-lit brain? Bone of throne and bane! Blossom inward! Core and chain! Melee, meet the main! Gone and unreturned? We learned. Oh, what we discerned. Night of nail and...

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People say that you can’t tell the difference of a scream of joy from a scream of pain. A scream of pain is a scream of anger Guttural, loud, violent , Gunfire that is ricocheting Through your mind, body, soul. A scream of joy is a breath of fresh air, A sense of calm that is washed over you. While...

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Sudden sound of rushing water A mighty roaring wind Carrying a flame of fire It settled upon me, flowing over me As a baptism in silent seas A moment of stillness lasting a lifetime Filing me with the heady warmth of fine wine An overwhelming feeling of love and peace Boiled over from my eyes, dripping salty tears Then I knew The earnest search The...

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the spectrum lines across glass skies ~ kindle starlight in glistening eyes....

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It was Diwali, I was so excited to go see the fireworks with her I wore yellow because that is her favourite color We went to shop firecrackers and we couldn't wait for the sun to go down I lit up the rockets and ran towards her On the first boom of the firecracker, she shrieked of joy And...

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Summer heat fades away. The crisp nip of an Autumn breeze brings in skeletal trees without leaves. Soon comes the icy winter night; the gnawing frostbite. Spring provides a moment of warm peace until grey skies bring storms of grief. Summer is the true season of release. I pray for a sunny day. I long to bask in humid July air, listening to Cicadas...

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Next year will be the year, The year you're here. The year you're here for that new Kiss. That kind of kiss that goes down once a year, Right after all that is old passes by. It passes by like you pass me by, You pass me up you pass me by. I look forward to that night, That night you stay awhile. When...

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A New Year Happy New Year to you and yours. From us... all. Those who love the morning. Those that love the day. Those that count the stars... in the dark sky all along the way. Those that trust, that God has control, in the light of the moment, and in the darkness of the forever black....

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hunch in me, foresees flames, allow me to strap tight my fears, there I must reach, regardless. This bridge keeping my legs intact starts to collapse, either way I get burnt or I crush. This jungle before me requires me to man up, though I penetrate unarmed, for my own mental sanity, meeting the unexpected is inevitable... I'd die battling toe...

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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...

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Flickering lamps, a million tiny suns, piercing the velvet night. Crackling fireworks, bursts of gold and crimson, painting the air. Sweet-smelling incense, clouds of saffron and jasmine, whispering ancient prayers. Garlands of marigold, a vibrant embrace, around doorways, hearts. Stories of Rama, echoing through generations, light triumphing over shadow. Goddess Lakshmi, a golden presence, blessing homes with prosperity. Mahavira's Nirvana, a quiet meditation, seeking inner light. Guru Hargobind's release, a beacon of freedom, shining brightly. Ashoka's conversion, a vow to...

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