Short Imploding Poems
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Vacant
Of thoughts
Imploding
Cannibalistic
Feeding on past lives
Losing self-consciousness
A state of oblivion
Transforming
You know it’s the end
when shadows abandon
Memory fades
as light is recalled
No longer master,
time is imploding
Wishes undreamed
—then nothing at all
(The New Room: April, 2021)
Two contradictions
meet intertwined
Are they or aren’t they
YES, the reply
The black hole of reason
dark matter of mind
Imploding explosions
— together in kind
(Dreamsleep: May, 2024)
If there wasn’t anyone
to see the change
change would still happen
change would become
Transcendence imploding
inside of itself
birthing the moment
birth zero-sum
(The New Room: June, 2024)
Instinct flashes
past the speed of light
Intuition imploding
Zephyrus’ delight
Detached from its fuel source
tale on fire
The comets direction
—reversed and inspired
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
Pills that are swallowed…
That feel like shards in my throat.
Every step leads me endlessly inward.
As if this nightmare is imploding.
All I can muster are wavering steps.
Until the meds paralyze me for the night.
Sharing space with myself
replaying ‘what if’
Symbiosis conjoins
the jazz in the riff
The progression regressive
separation be damned
My shadow imploding
—in a joyous ‘I Am’
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
Tear me down and rip me up
throw the carpets out
all my wires and plugs disrupt
scrAPE AND clean the grout
wrecking ball ,imploding
brains
drano down in all the drains
bleach my soul of all the stains
cleanse my heart of doubt.
Timber, Timber
My mind was imploding inside me
Until one day i flew away
Away to where the Tree's kept growing
The Sun stayed shinning
And the Mountains knew everything
Now I thank Timber I am alive
Timber taught me to Survive
Truth
a heavy burden
speaking loudest
from exile
The distance
and confinement
like a magnet
to iron
Imploding
within you
when ready
for travel
The weight
of
delivery
— the roar of the lion
(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)
without a denial
life is brief and sticky sweet
tobacco claims me
ingested, it now eats me
still, it draws me, my lover
malformed cells heedless
spread diminishing myself
imploding, anxious
still I rise blessing, loving
cancer is not me, I am
bonfire was angry tonight
she started out black and red
turned her tirade into streams of hostile orange
finally imploding into herself in the form of hot gray ashes
they looked unassuming, but they were highly explosive
dangerous not innocent
With each tick of the second hand
the immeasurable on trial
Imagination deposed
all parameters set free
The Poets acquitted
the logicians suicidal
All reference and syntax
—imploding at light speed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)
The paradox
of self-awareness
near and yet so far
Looking out
to see within
imploding like a star
The door that enters
exits free
its threshold bright then dim
Allowing what
the psyche fears
—to pass both out and in
(Dreamsleep: March, 2023)
Insatiable Human Obsession
It is time for that insatiable human obsession for destruction to expire
And vanish amidst the darkened realm of an imploding distant star
05/22/2021
7:20 p.m.
Lake Worth
Florida USA
Edited: 05/25/2021
You know nothing of love,
nor it's secrets, the yearning
of the body, the breaking
of bread, love is of sacrifice;
love, unyielding
as the dead..
To make peace, I swallow myself,
like a bottle or a star, I am broken,
imploding, when you are far...
You are far
How veracious this despair in my wretched hole;
A mass of rosy red once filled, emptied! Masticating me whole.
Collapsing within and imploding without. Skinless in icy cold.
Extinguishing my Sun, leaving me only in darkness so bold. Behold!
Fariq Yusoff
23rd September 2015
who has that much power
to make the very foundations
of our castle crumble
the towers are imploding
the nightmare so déja vu
there’s something sinister
treading amidst our halls
wicked mischievous ghosts
conniving our demise
what machiavellian plot
a ruse to what avail
AP: 3rd place 2020
Can time survive in purer form
devoid of reference
future—past
Can the present become
a bible
for every sage
Like a black hole
compressing within itself
imploding front to back
Its enigma leads
to an eternity dark
—lost candle to the flame
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)
Autumn moon moods taunt my soul
as satirical jazz rocks locked, untold
gory stories of defeat, retreating soulless
untold joys, imploding screams unblest.
As a season, I reason stages of reproach,
storms of normalcy, winds of encroached
feelings reeling to hot to handle scandal
remissed, unkissed; insistent rare mantels.
Staying up for three days
inside of one night,
the walls come crashing in
Compression imploding,
my mind exploding,
all memory suffering
Each hour like three,
as day becomes night,
the reaper at the door
Waist deep in the heartache,
his presence a warning
—my exit unsecure
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)
~Grace~
Amazing grace travels soul trails through wind and rain -
When brittle stars shatter with love exploding
False walls of lies, choices and self-defenses, imploding -
Amid the rubble and the ruins of self-inflicted pain.
9-5-20
From: Amazing Grace Inspired 8-8-20
Contest: Rithimus Divisa 5
Sponsor: Gregory Barden
The young smile behind ice cream cones.
Crying when they scrape a knee.
The elders puff up behind fine machines.
Imploding when life has broken into pieces.
Tranquility lies somewhere in between.
Everything is temporary like a beech or a breeze.
Somewhere between the cone and the bleed.
Take a breath-pray to have appreciation for the day,
For just living.
injustices larger than life
rage still trembling
through her weary body
still in total disbelief
the assault on her core
her life her soul
her mind shattered in disillusion
imploding her whole belief system
betrayed
feeling ever so vulnerable
marooned
disillusioned
deeply hurt
brutally attacked
with blows
directly to the heart
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
They say I am ravenous.
I say that it is the voices that are starving.
So passionate, that it hurts.
Going from depression-
To desperation.
Desperation that threatens to burst forth.
But never does.
Instead, it is like my mind is being unthreaded by hot needles.
But as much as it hurts-
I still must wait.
It is my fault all over again-
Imploding over and over again.