Live Wire Poems | Examples

Pickup Fails

Oh hey girl, I have to inquire 
Do you like to sit on live wire?
    You’re making me choke 
    From all of that smoke
‘Cause damn girl, that booty’s on fire!

Who To Retire

A boss can The Vigorous retire
While the latter is still a live wire,
His arms still sinewy, his feet sound tires:
The one who vibrant kids sires...

A boss can send home his firm's tears' dryer:
Saver of company's cars from mire,
It doesn't have to die down: 'the fire'
Nor does it need to corrode 'the wire'.

Then, your arguments could hearers tire
And, dragged too long, make you little liar;
Ones clearly seeking a confused buyer,
Wherefore you could not but go that higher...

Bosses mostly retire The Tired
And when they do they have them just fired!

Nightcrawler

I’m a live wire 
listen to my $ talk 
Blood Brain Orgasms.

Think Safety; Work Safely

Don't  trust much on your skill
It may breath dreadful chill 
Take care of your grace 
To avoid been efface
Keep your balance to the drill 

Electric is my friend 
To you let me pretend 
It has never shocked me 
Cos I do get my breathes flee
Still I do contend 

A mistake so dangerous to life
Is peeling live wire with knife
That could be for bet
What profit is it to get? 
If hell becomes the afterlife. 

Once on an electric pole
Seeing myself in control 
Our community's electric light comes at a turn
And that's  never a concern 
This gives more courage to my soul 

I climbed the ladder confidently 
My decent hands' grabs move evidently 
As I connect the neutral well tighten 
UP NEPA got my mind frighten 
And my soul's confidence looses accidently 

If it were to be the first time 
Lack of experience would have been a crime 
But such have learnt from in the past
And by grace gain a vast 
To learn to mime 

The first one resulted to a fall
From a ladder so tall 
Thankful to my boss 
His laughs sensitize the chaos 
And his guise pathos awaken my call

Have You Met Prairie Rose

Have you met that gal? She is a live wire!
She will show you tricks other girls do not know.
Sam keeps his mouth shut; he knows her well.
But he is hoping to learn some incriminating evidence,
the next time she tattles on him to Mom and Dad.

Poetry Is a Gift

Tears and laughter an emotional lift; 
Raw honesty heart on the page 
like True North poetry is a gift; 

When the peace holding you goes adrift 
read each verse and smell the sage,
tears and laugher an emotional lift; 

Each line composed slowly or swift 
you escape from reality’s cage, 
like True North poetry is a gift; 

A live wire clenched in your fist 
finally detonating all the rage, 
tears and laughter an emotional lift; 

Penning a contagious paradigm shift 
finding the others who slowly engage, 
like True North poetry is a gift; 

With each line a lantern is lit 
each phrase taking center stage;
Tears and laughter an emotional lift, 
like True North poetry is a gift.

I Know

I KNOW;
 I CAN BE STRONG,
   I KNOW;
 I'M OFTEN WRONG.

    I KNOW;
 I CAN BE CRAZY,
    I KNOW;
 THE TRUTH CAN BE HAZY.

    I KNOW;
 I HAVE A LOT OF PASSION,
    I KNOW;
 I SEEK SATISFACTION.

    I KNOW;
 I CAN BE SMART,
    I KNOW;
 I CAN BE OFF-THE-CHART.

    I KNOW;
 I CAN BE TOUGH,
    I KNOW;
 I CAN CALL YOUR BLUFF.

    I KNOW;
 I CAN BE BOLD,
    I KNOW;
 I BLOW HOT THEN COLD.

    I KNOW;
 I CAN BE OBCESSED,
    I KNOW;
 I CAN BE SELF-POSSESSED.

    I KNOW;
 I CAN BE A FIGHTER,
    I KNOW;
 I CAN PULL An ALL-NIGHTER.

    I KNOW;
 I CAN BE LOYAL,
    I KNOW;
 I CAN BE HEMROIDAL.

    I KNOW;
 I'M A BELIEVER,
    I KNOW;
 I CAN BE A DECEIVER.

    I KNOW;
 I CAN WALK THRU FIRE,
    I KNOW;
 I CAN BE A LIVE-WIRE.

    I KNOW;
 I CAN FIGHT THE BATTLE,
    I KNOW;
 MY CAGE YOU CAN RATTLE.

    I KNOW;
 I'M FULL OF EMOTION,
    I KNOW;
 I CAN MAKE A COMMOTION.

    I KNOW;
 I CAN BE A FRIEND,
    I KNOW;
 THAT THIS IS THE END.

    TURBO1904

Tripped

Wild
in tone,
cordial words;
Like a live wire 
tripped.

Flickering Flames

In a warm bath tub, you and me,
bath salts,bubbles,perfumed water,
naked together, knee to knee,
trickles time, faster and faster!

Touch of soft skin in aqua warm,
passions aflame, forest fire,
thunder, lightening, rumbles storm,
lips on lips, bare chest, live wire!

Skin to skin in timeless embrace,
fingers tips trace contours of mind,
heart wanders in unguided daze,
where love can see but death is blind!

All of oceans unmeasured depth,
expanse of the limitless sky,
Love can fill with a single breath,
may be we live or we may die!

Half lit forests with crescent moon,
howl of wind shakes denuded trees,
unseen danger lurk in sand dunes,
undeterred we love, carnal peace.

Lets live this moment, moments last,
a few more moments until dawn,
to be swept, buried in times past, 
loves farewell, before I am gone!

Guns rattle on in distant night,
abandoned lanes and broken homes,
in a lost cause, no wrong, no right
I journey soon to where death roams.

“The night of passion and desire” poetry contest
5th placement
sponsor Faraz Ajmal
Written 07/09/2020

No Net

tight rope live wire
line crossing i see
a squirrel foot over
foot over feet
making his
way across
the street
but from
above

watching
his buds
thinking
running
stopping
uncertain
turning
back 
but

somewhat
frozen in
the middle
if the road
confused
as if to
go for
ward
or

turn back
but caught
in a time
lapse of
if or what
to do so
do noth
ing but
hope

and soon they
devolve and
dissolve from
mammal to
bird by those
simple words
put into a
question
asking

why did 
the chicken
cross the road

Universal Laws 2

waking from
a dream of
falling

putting my
bare feet
to wood

floors
lightheaded
two stories

up i need to
walk down
stairs but

unlike a giant
step for man
kind i find

i'm outside
grass growing
between my toes

yet no roots
grounding
me i'm a

live wire
aspiring
to jump

trying to
touch the
moon 

so i throw
myself up
in the air

flapping
my arms but
even feathers

fall off of
a bird in
flight

landing
on the
earth

and try as i
might i 
can

only try
but i 
can

not do
what i want
for i must do

what is not
wanted but
that which i

have to
follow for
it's the law

of

g
 r
  a
   v
     i
      t
       y

Fleeting Moments

Was in a wheel chair but boy could she spin

Me up in the air with mischievous grin?

Front tooth missing so much better to whiz

At points of elation blew me a kiss??


Lush lips adorned with a contagious smile?

Worries suspended I flew for a while?

Her hands and my bounce a beautiful match

She clapped before each valuable catch


Were one in advent and when letting go?

Please just another titillating throw?

Final adventure before you retire

Make me stay up there I'm such a live wire??


Grandma has passed now looks on from above?

Be happy up there I'm sending you love??


05th July 2019?

Becoming You

I understand the meaning of the dark abyss, and roll around the barrel of the rifle destroy me and vanish, into the cosmos I'll go quietly as the rivers flow, my heart is no more it turned to dust, like iron on a steel  car left to rust, burned by fire beaten with a stick and a live wire, I have been broken, as many before me have fallen, lost with only the thought of stop hoping, I cry out to my mother who I have not seen in years, a picture Fades by memory her face disappears..... no more will I be tortured by Envy, even if I left they would hate  more than they'll remember me... I am Bound By The Flesh of this vessel, be sure of the pathogen before the breeze catch you, for when the cold comes the chief will shiver, and your souls will be snatched by the river, release your energy upon me... "worship me",  and I will stand by thee,   I will remain in pain an bondge, like you guys going insane,  breathing this created toxic rain....

Just My Imagination

MY IMAGINATION IS LIKE NO OTHER BEING.
LET ME ME KNOW IF YOU CAN SEE WHAT I'M SEEING.

MY IMAGINATION IS REALLY OUT OF CONTROL.
FROM WHERE IT CAME I DON'T REALLY KNOW.

MY IMAGINATION LOVES RUNNING AROUND.
IT WON'T BEHAVE AND WON'T SLOW DOWN.

MY IMAGINATION IS SAID TO BE STRANGE.
ACCORDING TO SHRINKS I MIGHT BE DERANGED

MY IMAGINATION APPEARS TO BE WILD.
OR COULD IT JUST BE MY INNER CHILD?

MY IMAGINATION ONCE WENT TO FAR.
I IMAGINED THINGS I CONSIDERED BIZARRE.

MY IMAGINATION IN THE WRONG PLACE AND TIME.
MAKES PEOPLE BELIEVE I LOST MY MIND.

MY IMAGINATION IS LIKE A LIVE WIRE.
CREATING DREAMS FILLED WITH DESIRE.

MY IMAGINATION JUST WOULDN'T BE RIGHT.
IF IT WEREN'T ALL FUN AND FILLED WITH DELIGHT.

MY IMAGINATION CAN IMAGINE PEACE.
IF ONLY GREED AND HATRED CEASE.

MY IMAGINATION CAN IMAGINE LOVE.
AS A SACRED GIFT FROM GOD ABOVE.

MY IMAGINATION IMAGINED THIS.
I'M NOT ALIVE IF IT DIDN'T EXIST.

Heart Goes Futile

When you feel you are lonely
Something is missing from the life
Don’t be bother just go ahead
You have to pick her fabulous smile
When day do proper start up
Evening do a happy end
And in the milky moonlight
She show her appear 
Wait for right time 
Wait for a happy end
Who is with you who inspire?
Who has converted you in live wire?
So stay in function day and night
Pearl of love do definite shower
Desert of heart goes futile
Poet- anurag sharma      
DG-1 flat no 27 B  first floor         
Vikas puri new delhi-110018
         Email- draditiadi@rediffmail.com
        Mobile no-8743082486

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