With dusk fall, fireworks began capturing the eyes.
Shooting spears rose high shedding fluorescent hues.
Confetti of sparks in rainbow colours were sprinkled high,
Etching scintillating designs on the panoramic sky.
All eyes were riveted up, feasting on the wondrous array.
The crowd stood aghast at the pyrotechnic display.
Categories:
pyrotechnic, appreciation, beauty, firework,
Form: Rhyme
With dusk fall, fireworks began capturing the eyes
Shooting spears rose high shedding fluorescent hues
Etched scintillating designs on the panoramic sky
Confetti of sparks in rainbow colours were sprinkled high
All eyes were riveted up, feasting on the wondrous array
The crowd stood aghast at the pyrotechnic display
July.8.2022
~ Placed Fifth~
Brian's Contest
Bite size poem. 48. Poetry Contest
Sponsor – Line Gauthier
Categories:
pyrotechnic, beautiful, celebration, sky,
Form: Rhyme
We welcome New Year with celebrations
Fireworks will light up the dark evening sky
Rockets explode into bright carnations
Pyrotechnic flowers seen way up high
Fireworks will light up the dark evening sky
I gaze at the sky with awe and delight
Pyrotechnic flowers seen way up high
A floral display that’s viewed late at night
I gaze at the sky with awe and delight
Rockets explode into bright carnations
A floral display that’s viewed late at night
We welcome New Year with celebrations
Fireworks Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Eve Roper
Ten syllables per line, how many syllables
Rhyme checked with rhymezone
12/31/20
Categories:
pyrotechnic, celebration, firework, new year,
Form: Pantoum
In Memory of November
November filled the gap to play the waiting game
Recalling the past in quiet reflection
A cold dark void of neither here nor there
With beauty nonetheless
As black pervades this month of loss
And fading light relinquishes its hold
A peace transcends all mournful life
When one remembers
Aflame the flickering waxy light
That conquers invasive darkness
Symbolic hope that paves the way
Toward a winter solstice time of plenty
While November’s pyrotechnic night of flare
Heralds a cacophony of gunfire sounds
Erupting in the sky to fall as fragile poppies
And thus to rest upon the sanguine soil
November remembers and sings a requiem
A shrewd eyed crow in shiny funeral dress struts his stuff
Amid the summer remnants of decay
Then alights upon a skeletal branch to watch the sleeping world
And there to pause awhile in memory
Categories:
pyrotechnic, november,
Form: Blank verse
In Memory of November
November filled the gap to play the waiting game
Recalling the past in quiet reflection
A cold dark void of neither here nor there
With beauty nonetheless
As black pervades this month of loss
And fading light relinquishes its hold
A peace transcends all mournful life
When one remembers
Aflame the flickering waxy light
That conquers invasive darkness
Symbolic hope that paves the way
Toward a winter solstice time of plenty
While November’s pyrotechnic night of flare
Heralds a cacophony of gunfire sounds
Erupting in the sky to fall as fragile poppies
And thus to rest upon the sanguine soil
November remembers and sings a requiem
A shrewd eyed crow in shiny funeral dress struts his stuff
Amid the summer remnants of decay
Then alights upon a skeletal branch to watch the sleeping world
And there to pause awhile in memory
Categories:
pyrotechnic, november,
Form: Blank verse
Envy those who only view
the sun setting, in the setting sun;
who awe at pyrotechnic skies
but then forget 'til next July,
or in the surf that crashes shores
or hawks that ride the wind and soar;
who never start from sleep at night
to find a pen and pad to write
and in the loss of love and life,
don't have to find a place to write and cry,
drawn within a lonely sigh.
What we do, we do alone.
When inspired, we shun the loud;
seek solace from the boisterous crowd.
Is ours really a gift to seek?
Is our language so truly odd?
They smile, feign knowing, with a nod.
But in the end, I'd like to think,
when years have flown and I am gone,
a question's asked in a loving home,
"Whatcha doin' Josh"?
"I'm reading great Grandpa's poems".
Categories:
pyrotechnic, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
the pyrotechnic poet explodes in
staccato bursts of precise persephonifications
punctuated by poignant phylacteries
felicitously filleting egregiously erroneous assumptions
accepted by the masses intently exercising
freedom from thought
Categories:
pyrotechnic, dedication,
Form: Free verse
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Categories:
pyrotechnic, creation, , cute,
Form: I do not know?
It’s that time once a year, the Fourth of July.
We will see those pyrotechnic demonstrations in the sky.
Once the sky gets dark with the setting of the sun,
that is when all the displays will have begun.
Those bright and loud bursts of colorful light are fun.
They look so pretty teaming with the stars and the moon.
Add an extra touch by playing a patriotic tune.
Play “God Bless America” or “Stars and Stripes Forever”,
and you have a wonderful show both entertaining and clever.
Witness those displays all over our great land.
They will make you feel proud to be an American.
Categories:
pyrotechnic, holiday, seasons,
Form: Rhyme
Colored lights may hypnotize
and sparkle someone else's eyes
now, woman
your words
glitter like you've been drinking glitterade from devilish
dixie cups' alchemy secreting formulas outshining
phosphoric secretions from fireflies and other
coelacanthic creel creatures scantily clad depth diving
kaleidoscopic critters glitter glowing fash gnashing
ostentatious understated fatal attraction
ultra auric traffic controls
glow neon landing strips untorched
metal smith’s grinding wheel sparkles
oxyacetylene torch, arc weld, plasma cut fusion in reel time
explosions rearrange realities
globally glazing glitzandery fraught with
pyrotechnic anthems razzle dazzle
fireworked ooh aahs cymbalize
electroliscious ectoeroticisms
eeliospatial emprov
ellegitimately enhancing
new
tat
too.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Written by Nancy Jones and John Wulf, vice versa just as much
for netteski's contest on Glitter
Categories:
pyrotechnic, life,
Form: Free verse
PYROTECHNIC LOVE
At the height of celebrations
A couple inched their way out of the crowd
It was near midnight
Away from the maddening and argus eyes of the people
They found their love nest
Behind the rocky shores
In Seattle
Holding hands together
As they sat embracing and kissing
At the callous virgin sand,
No one could prevent them,
This very opportune time a feeling
Borne out of love and trust,
Before the dawning of another day
They sip the nectar of love,
Like crazy and bountiful love yet beautiful
Yes, it was founded with pureness
Answering its call…. A boom out
Pyrotechnic love!
Dalila G Agtani 10/8/11
Entered in PS contest
12/1/2011 12:00:00 AM Soup Contest
Categories:
pyrotechnic, lovelove,
Form: Free verse
heaven’s brightest lights
gracefully take a back seat...
pyrotechnic stars
Categories:
pyrotechnic, holiday
Form: Haiku
Welcome of The Palms Ovation
Cold sharp dawn
Of chrome lit silver
Dusty summer heat no more
Clean polished sun
Risen in perfect sea of azure skies
The lines of palms
Are twinkling suffused natures decorative
Flimsy delicate tips
Of fronds caught dancing
Shimmer and shimmy together
With a soft winds breezing
Glitter electric in their
Skyward dusting reach
Shivered light from their stretching arms
Random ballets sparkle
Catching stars of falling water
Hang momentum frozen
As with spangled flitter
The Palms are talking
In tones of daylight fireworks
Pyrotechnic fountains
Of scintillations green
Soft explosion spray
Their anthem of beauty
To the breaking day
Categories:
pyrotechnic, nature
Form: Free verse