Short Detonate Poems
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So
fashioned with
intrepidation;
I’m a strawberry time bomb;
Wound
up;
Unstable means go harder;
Gunpowder in hand
detonate
doors.
Categories:
detonate, emotions, feelings,
Form:
Other
To touch you,
two souls.
Too much to take.
You took me to the stars,
I took you.
Supernovas
detonate,
synchronized
on impact.
I took you to another place,
you took my hand.
Categories:
detonate, desire, emotions, feelings, love,
Form:
Free verse
it’s not often
he let the stress
get to him
anger swell
within
invasive
infectious
festering
no end in sight
his mind
detonate explode
scatter
it’s not often
but today was different
just can’t deal
he let it get to him
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Posted on March 8, 2019
Categories:
detonate, anger, angst, conflict, people, strength, stress,
Form:
Free verse
I feel the passion smoldering my vision.
I'm enraptured by your earthly eyes,
and your delicate, bare skin against mine
is the ultimate nirvana. It's an addiction.
My skin crawls where you have touched;
My neurons detonate, triggered by your voice,
I'm infatuated with the high of desire.
Categories:
detonate, art, beauty, lust, muse, peace, sexy, writing,
Form:
Free verse
Slime balls
By: Tom Wright
7/26/2006
Terrorism,
Makes life, mere breath on a string,
If radical's viewed life as more,
They would not detonate themselves
To decimate the innocent;
While the echoes of each eruption
May signify days shortened,
Allah was not life’s giver,
Nor does he clip the string!
Categories:
detonate, innocence, suicide,
Form:
Free verse
He allows himself to hover
over his own flying weight.
He recalls the ease
of running effortlessly…the dopamine highs.
His toes are earth-pushing landmines,
his elastic ankles are circa 1980’s,
they detonate and thrust vibrant tendons.
Tonight restless legs push him across
a damp mattress -
and he still running after
a running dream.
Categories:
detonate, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
in whimsy
perfumes dance
calling out
for spring
uplifted souls
join forces
to wake nature
up to its feet
stars do align
the sun the wind
their might
spin this earth
till warm and
full of life
bells ring
it’s time
for spring
to detonate
to sing
put on its
annual parade
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Posted on February 23, 2020
Categories:
detonate, april, change, earth, life, nature, spring, uplifting,
Form:
Free verse
Who hasn’t heard of the notion
The secret recipe for love potion
Can detonate a frenzied explosion
While stirring carnal emotion
Wild winds setting in motion
The sails ablaze on blue ocean
Stars above burn in devotion
Igniting the spark of implosion
Catapulting a heart in commotion
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on October 13, 2019 for contest LOVE POTION sponsored by JULIA WARD
Categories:
detonate, devotion, fantasy, imagination, longing, love, magic, passion,
Form:
Monorhyme
You’ve seen it before
Never spoke of
The hapless Individual
Helpless in principle
Mercy, out of sale
Withered broke frail
Teenage angst
Hand me down hate
Weaken by the irate
A sitting bomb
Counts and waits
One last push
To the point to agitate
And detonate
An unjust fate
Could have saved
Should have stayed
Didn’t manage a role
Hunting pack cruel
Achieved enlightenment
Silent excitement
Categories:
detonate, angst, childhood, people, philosophy, places, social,
Form:
I do not know?
His boredom conquered discipline again;
a bridge thus built has no one else to blame.
A blazing dumpster fire bloomed from within,
like breathing, birth unnoticed when it came.
Audacious that a button made of cork
might detonate and on his soul impinge.
Believe not blood, instead apply the torque,
and so begins another drinking binge.
——————
Thought I’d try to use all the B words to describe one…
Categories:
detonate, addiction,
Form:
Blank verse
Sore shoulders
Rough nightmares
In my sacred pillow
An unexpected message
From the past
Under a new name
I feel the hair on my neck tingle
I'm being watched
An autumn has passed
So much has been done
So much cannot be undone
I wake in fear
Exhale in relief
The weight has
Already been lifted
My hands aren't tied
To a detonating bomb
I rub my wrists
Free
But weirdly uncomfortable
To not have the
Handcuffs of lead
on my wrists anymore
Categories:
detonate, anxiety, conflict, dream, night, surreal, violence, voice,
Form:
Free verse
Slumbering woods bloom
under beetle plowed pulp.
Up above,
the canopy is bare,
and sheds only white zero’s.
Beetles hum beneath the rot,
detonate inaudible chitinous chimes,
troglodyte tones
under a dormant mulch.
Everywhere,
ambiguity buds open and close
in a subterranean flurry.
When the ice breaks its quash and quell,
they surface
round and gleaming
to chase new laid morsels down;
their feeding
turning earth for the seeding sun.
Categories:
detonate, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
The head
Of the snake
Is gone
Though it seems
It's coming
Back to me
In terrible
Dreams
Will there
Be a party
A dynamite
Type?
But detonate
Fears
And more then
Just hype
A jet of vacation
An unaware crew
To fall from the sky
But they never knew
And where
Will it end
The snake
Does it mend?
If growing
The head back
Will time tell
Us when?
The body
Must go
As well as
The head
And finally
Then
This wretched
Will end
Categories:
detonate, allegory, angst, death, loss, war
Form:
Quatrain
Are we that addicted, compliance with corporate shuffle
Moves consensus across the board
Graveyard pageant on radio muffle
A persistent petulant stuffing with chips to dine
Casino house burning like Babylon
As the Towers detonate again and again
The past frozen inside the future
It just turned over like flesh across the bed
From nightmares of padded walls and prison escape
Turn the dial, switch the nob
The station generates our relative earthquake
Cinders from numb evolution
Categories:
detonate, devotion, education,
Form:
Free verse
He should let himself hover
over his own flying weight.
He recalls the ease
of running effortlessly….the dopamine highs.
His toes are landmines,
his ankles are circa 1980’s,
they detonate snapping tendons,
hold the dream together.
Restless legs push him across
a damp mattress
to where a running dog
wades across a last river.
Halfway over
the dog looks back
suddenly alert to the flailing man –
he has fallen into an eddy of time.
The dog sits down to wait
30 years.
Categories:
detonate, poetry,
Form:
Blank verse