Gunpowder Poems - Poems about Gunpowder

To see one is rare but to buy one is obscene. A tall snob. She casts frowns from under her gables. He, the new owner, is in the cellar to clean Dusting and throwing out boxes without labels. Can a house resent an owner from the new school? Can its wood sigh with grief from the change to a room? Can...

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None can hide your flair; The gunpowder must catch fire And make you shine through....

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Do, please, keep your gunpowder, Where poor I won’t smell it; Rather what makes me of you prouder, Prompting solidarity visit … Your dynamites far Revolution Are Threatening The Last Evolution Clearly not a newly discovery That gunpowder delays recovery. Also, please, don’t stretch another mile Emotions that should last a while, While you say “Nay” to overreaction Offering mankind scarce protection … I...

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life is like a well-compressed gunpowder one match is enough, bang, immediate effect, blows everything up you give it space, you leave too much room you will not see a spark, likewise, when the man suffers the spirit is constrained to wake up explode, strive ready to hear when the person moans, whimpers at night in pain, the spirit rejoices in its...

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Ammonium Nitrate Acetone Peroxide Butane Dynamite Erythritol Tetranitrate Gunpowder Lead Styphnate Trinitrotoluene 8atha 8atha 8atha....

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A GUNPOWDER PLOT The 5th of November is a day to remember, Children get excited from September, The sound of fireworks reverberate, And bonfires with effigies of a life like Guy Fawkes commemorate What might have been a very bad turn, If Parliament was then to burn! The origin of this story began on the 5th November Sixteen hundred and five,...

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The frozen flowers are being painted by an unknown painter. The butterflies are looking for gunpowder in the winter to burn themselves, to burn these beautiful frozen flowers. A Chaotic Circle with the power, with the guns and gunpowder; It confines everything except stars. I want to brake these bars! Without love our only chance is a miracle. Can we save the butterflies from this vicious...

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