Short Implodes Poems
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Children of the sun
When we say
We say we’re
Not done
it means we wont
go away
till the day
the sun implodes
and spreads us long
throughout the
universe
Mexico implodes
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Copyright © 2018 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
Published 2018 in "2018 World Cup Senryu" via wattpad.com
Nightmare
Holds you hostage
Pinned in place immobile
Fear grips you like never before
You cannot breathe, terror implodes within
Stuck in nasty devil’s clutches,
Cornered, eaten alive
A painful death
Nightmare
Dropping its bomb,
always missing the mark
Your echo implodes,
a sound hollow and dark
Answers unquestioned,
all bombast enflamed
Drifting abandoned
—in silence unclaimed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2016)
Images
Imprint of holocaust
indelibly entrenched
implodes with recurrence
Injuring array of
icons evokes nightmares
inciting shrill screams of
infant left motherless
Contest Pleiades I
Date Feb25 2017
this
liminal
utopia
a vapid
vapour
implodes
before our
eyes:
we stand
fixated
in gravitas,
the sublime
in retreat,
our mood blunt:
in fugitive mode
we clutch at hope
naked
in our essence
I dwell deep within your soul,
Radiating feelings of young and old.
On the brightest of days,
You don’t remember me.
In the darkest of times,
I lurk on the brink of your mind.
Taunting and waiting,
For events to unfold.
Allowing me to wreak havoc,
As your heart implodes.
My room implodes
As I pack my bag.
I drag it from the corners
And pull it down to the center
Brushing off the old stardust
To make room for new.
It is a black hole and I
Am on the edge of it
Standing here in a near vacuum
Capturing the last few breaths
Of old air
And holding them in my lungs.
This was
a catastrophic state.
I had started
questioning myself.
The scientia implodes.
You swallow the pill
and become fluid.
A clock stops
I would be angry,
if the hands don’t catch
the numbers.
Ancient pain.
You open the door
and light disappears.
I will draw
your face on sand
and then kill
the wind.
Satish Verma
i take my stance
abandoned on these
desolate tracks of life
that seem to lead
to road blocks
and dead ends
blandishment
weakens an already
dying heart
temporarily
before
it batters
a soul
if caution came
aforetime
like a warning
on train tracks
perhaps
i could halt
impact
before
it implodes
my heart
Nothing Returns
by Michael R. Burch
A wave implodes,
impaled upon
impassive rocks . . .
this evening
the thunder of the sea
is a wild music filling my ear . . .
you are leaving
and the ungrieving
winds demur:
telling me
that nothing returns
as it was before,
here where you have left no mark
upon this dark
Heraclitean shore.
an island full of shapes
patterns of bricks and numbers,
the thin voice of a bird
lost on a strange planet,
faces that bend under order,
nothing in line or perfect
watch your own dancing hands,
listen to the broken words,
you are deep in your own sense
till the world implodes,
a puzzle flying,a chair defeated,
a broken window full of stars
This frenzy of feeling
this pull of hindsight
is bursting in optics
resounding in light
at the tip of a porcupine
centered explosion
this frenzy of feeling
internal implosion
This fanatic fancy
this race to be found
is shooting star tonguing
and silent of sound
at the tip of the mouth
on the verge of a thought
this fanatic fancy
can never be caught
I wake dawn!
Dreaming of colors,
that lull me to sleep.
Seeing tears when it rains,
and rainbow appears crestfallen.
listening to the silent chirping of birds,
creating an oblivious lullaby.
Slowly, my heart implodes,
bringing drought on the throat
and an oasis on the pillow.
The rain becomes ice,
making me crave every night
to wake dawn!
Just a poem, not life.
Sea's waves roll in and out rhythmically
See a change, now its arrhythmically
Tsunami must be the blame or
Tommy's sleeping open-mouth snore
Amassed tangible wealth did he
A missed taking care of health, you see
Tsunami life lived now explodes
Tommy's health suddenly implodes
FRAGMENTS 10
As if each verse makes good sense
This tacit bluff and sly masquerade
Embalms even lifeless still life
Beyond canvas or poignant picture
As a living mantra chant echoes
Or else implodes in eternity
Beyond the shifting echoes
That rise and fall and rise again
In these enchanted sand dunes
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
04 October 2019
Singapore
Nebula nest
for love star foam
bright
expanding angel glow
God at the reins,
the speed of pure light.
Seeds of prayer
{a bouquet of hope}
the mist of a new dawn
every petal a miracle.
Twin grapes on the vine,
sharing heavenly songs
till all implodes
{the end of our time?}...
leaving streaks of our hearts
the print of our mind,
on the will of black holes
nothing survives...
black holes.
Staring on with empty sight,
our eyes can See, but they are blind.
We praise the Virtues of our Might,
and end the Freedom of our Mind.
Our hippocritic creed
gives in to Vanity.
Are we really truly Freed?
Descending to Insanity.
Giving in to Avarice,
Driving forward empty Lies,
Fueling Flames of Hate and Vice,
the Flaming, falling deadly skies.
Our mind implodes until we see
past superficiality.
The world is a filter for the finest
Naturally divided,
Refined in detail,
To strike revenge,
To falter is to fail
Now the frail remains of our undoing are cremated
In his image
The universe implodes
Only the finest will be saved,
The rich and the richer
Those who spill blood,
Not their own,
Those who reap what the poor have sown
The faces behind the Nations finest
Haunt the dead and dying.
When big brother becomes too big
So large it has to put on a larger wig
When the inner cloister is as big as the outer
And detecting dissension becomes too easy to stir
That is when its helm begins to self-sabotage
The appeal of change is no longer a mirage
Its sheer weight disables its ability to pivot
Like Rome’s fall, emerges ignitable toxic glut
The regime self-implodes with the slightest match
Snapping cracking Box implodes on self, turning rapidly into an inferno
Smoke travels into eyes. I change chairs. Down wind was southwest
Now smoke is traveling due north Loud pop. Bright orange flames Flare up from twigs which are blackening and graying in a snake-skin type pattern. The fire is alive. I watch fascinated.
baby flames bright orange
springing up around gray ash
crackling and popping
The conspiracy bent..
Lives seem twisted and separations canyons..
Apocalyptic schedules have passed disappointing..
Family dysfunctions rampant and searing..
The suffering implodes..strong triggers are these
Begging the discovery of..simply appearance..the
Passing of jagged dark stories..which have
Managed to transport many to oily blackness..
Invitations issued for a nighttime dance...
it happens every time
I didn't sign on for this
here in every line between
happiness and reminisce
I fell for your charms
I melt in your abyss
and there is nothing I can do
sometimes it all implodes
c-4 taking down the shell
touch and taste it all
look deep where it all dwells
you can stop this spinning
as you bid your fond farewell
you can put it in the papers
yesterday's news will sell
and there is nothing I can do
The emptiness
between
all thought
is a siren
Life
only gives birth
in cogent
reflection
Her wasteland
is dark
if she traps
you outside
Distilling
the distance
between
body and soul
Neither coming
nor going
existence
implodes
Neither coming
nor going
the schism
explodes
Neither coming
nor going
all motion
is dead
Neither coming
nor going
only madness
— remains
(Dreamsleep: September, 2026)