Short Projectiles Poems

Short Projectiles Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Projectiles by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Projectiles by length and keyword.


Struck By Love 2k13

Struck not by bullets
of led, but by projectiles
consisting of love,
An honest love which stills this
Heart if only a second.
Form: Tanka


Premium Member A Viewing Party

Catapulting projectiles; crystal balls, raining down, plop themselves upon a soft green sofa to watch the worldly circus arrive.

Premium Member A Viewing Party

Catapulting projectiles of crystal balls, raining down, plop themselves upon a soft green sofa to watch the worldly circus arrive.

Premium Member Shots Fired-

Shots fired drive by Shots injected inoculations Small consumption of alcohol Shot glass Projectiles Tactical shots fired
9/6/21 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021

Premium Member Here They Come Again

Conflagration, explosive jubilation, catapulting projectiles, colliding in motion; meteors in party mode.
1/15/2020 STRAND SELECT 11,any form ,any theme Poetry Contest Brian Strand


Premium Member Apocalyptic Rituals

the nuclear snakes
   slither into disaster
warheads waiting 
   in the dithering wings

~~~!~~~X~~~#~~~>>>

light explodes
darkness erupts
fiery projectiles 
  obliterate without mercy

<<<~~~#~~~X~~~!~~~

the reptilian warlords
  fumble through flames
apocalypse waiting
  amid withering declarations

Premium Member Ukraine

Unimaginable day to day scenes through their eyes Kremlin seeds of war raining down on the innocents Roaring, whistling of projectiles lacerating their air As their notes end, delivering devasting consequences In the mind of the one, whom Russians can't count upon Never should a peaceful nation endure a bully's ego Ending such, please, someone stand up against, he! <*>
Form: Acrostic

Inferno

Shards of words smashed against a wall, an exploding nova of raw emotions that had once been a systemized order of frangible letters, Cataclysmic dispersion Fiery projectiles of quasar syllables scatter haphazardly, littering sterile tile floor.. Cold, bloody rivulets of anger run thickly red to create a dark, staining puddle, seeping deep into cracks.

My Lecturer

A man of high quality
A man of the people
A pioneer of borrowed language
A man of bombastic projectiles
One with pride
And boastful charisma

Run-on-lines never cease
To exist in his speeches
Off-points are his best friends
Over-speeding is his motto
I don't care attitude is his logo
An idiot of no imagination
A half-baked speedy typewriter in human form
A pimple-faced nymph 
Manufacturer of words
A man of brilliance
And excellence
He was my lecturer.

Premium Member Words Often Hurt

Words Often Hurt Written: by Tom Wright March 2015 Evil thoughts germinate like sprouting seeds, Once birthed, as words, they’re released toward targets, As unmanned drones to seek and destroy; While the intended quarry may escape these scathing words, Inadvertent collateral damage To the launch site has already occurred; Words cannot be launched, as projectiles, toward another Without feeling the backward escape of unburned powder; Tom
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