Short Sulfur Poems
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Brimstone's red glow, hot
Burning sulfur rising up
into the sunset
Inspired by Raul's photo seascape!
Thank you for the inspiration!!
Heaven lights up
Air is filled with sulfur odor
Beautiful fireworks
01.01.2013
A-L ANDRESEN :)
Valley of despair,
eager, burns eternal flames,
delivering souls.
Loathsome lake of fire,
choking forth ash and sulfur,
swallowing the damned.
Cursed, unholy ground,
biblical euphemism,
forge of wickedness.
fiery flames above
a pool of sodden sulfur ~
sorry souls in blaze
dire spirits shout loud
extreme excruciation ~
echoes endlessly
March 27, 2023
Hell Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
Her tongue is made of sulfur
Mud drowns the fields
Fine sand billows over deserts
Soil sprinkled over graves
Blood and sweat for charcoal
Swallowed tears, for potter’s clay
Niter, mortar, a vessel
To give birth, and to slay
I can feel the thunder
see the lightning in your eyes
as this storm is raging
riding passion in the night
like a candle burning at both ends
strike a match the sulfur ignites
smell the heat
taste the honey
as it burns into the night
never perfect but hidden in
a universe of dark angels
he sits on the thrown of evil
burnt sulfur skin
maggots and flies
rum colored eyes
when the devil cries
God knows he tried
his biggest mistake
when fire and brimstone tears
rolls down his face
We watch from afar. We wring our hands
seeing the treachery of our governments
who do nothing, as if it is 1941 again.
UKRAINIAN SPRING
yellow sun blue sky
burning sulfur and flint ash
corpses springing up
4/7/2022
finally! He’s home
candy bag on the table
he empties it out
sugar content enormous!
and with one brown crinkled leaf
cool just a light frost
and the goblins are playing
for it’s Halloween
my doorbell rings No one there
smell of sulfur in the air
matchsticks s
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passion
sulfur dioxide
e x p l o d e s ~
fierce
fiery
fervor
torment, torture, burn in hell
all of these things locked within this cell
I scream, I cry, the echoes yell
the more I purge..the more that dwell
I thought that only time would tell
still that scent, the sulfur smell
I see this yon...a very long spell
drenched, I drown in this deep well
And the echo grew stronger, not weaker
as I sat on the ledge next to the waterfall,
your head cradled in my lap
until even our skin shook with the sound.
I covered your ears for you as we watched
the sulfur turn clear water to rusty orange.
I smoothed back your hair
but waiting for you to speak.
The dragon rears its head,
I remember these teeth
I remember this breath
this sulfur.
In the teeth I recall,
The last time I faced this
I kissed you gently on the head
And said I would miss you.
I saw you there,
in those feverish dreams as I
wrapped the moth-worn linen
and tried to sleep on the stones.
I still remember when the tiny ones would
latch on and suck themselves into comfort
relieve my swelling, too.
I still remember their faces when
visual stimuli met oral yearning
so completely.
Those nasty nasal onslaughts
who cared? For my lil sugars
were so dear I'd have drowned in sulfur before
forgoing the blue snot bulb.
Heavy metals make you dumb.
Arsenic, Gold, Plumbum.
Those metals take from the dome.
Why not try nickle, iron, or chrome?
Chlorine, sulfur, and radon will take away your breath.
Carbon, nitrogen, and hydrogen can make meth.
While mercury, zinc, and copper were known to the boomers,
lithium, silicon, and titanium were just late bloomers.
random matches in a book
the cover closed when lighting
pulling across the striking surface
sulfur catching and igniting
smoke lifts from the once cool head
the flame burns hot and high
combustion from the chemicals
consuming all close by
breath softly extinguishes
after it's abated
intensity has burnt itself out
cooling once exhausted
earth cracked ~ lava spurts
sulfur dioxide gas kills
a heartbreaking loss
07/06/2018
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Magicicada Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Maureen McGreavy
www.howmanysyllables.com : 5-7-5
3rd place in the contest
I woke up this morning
pent-up as a Roman candle.
All it would take is a spark
for ideas to shoot like fire into the sky.
My life to this point
has been ground down to combustible powder
and packed tightly inside the cylinder of my being.
I'm waiting
for a flicker to touch the fuse of my brain.
Stench of sulfur,
Someone just lit the match.
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In nature's design, six is the key to all life alive.
Hexagons in petals, snowflakes, and beehives thrive,
In music, blues and roots groups play the six-stringed guitar.
With songs made with a hexatonic blue note, added to each bar.
Six key chemical elements there when life first sprang
Were the notorious Carbon, Hydrogen, Nitrogen, Oxygen, Sulfur, Phosphorus gang.
at age 12
Chigger bites, mighty small, are no fun.
Hard to see, they will bite any one.
Get bit on that thing,
laughter it will bring,
when it swells like a clover leaf bun.
A hot tub, a long soak and you rant.
The sulfur smells horrid I will grant.
Visiting, the kin,
trying to get in,
but the one gets a look is my aunt.
Jan 2010 For Deb's Contest 9/9/5/5/9
SO HERE I AM ONCE AGAIN...
LOOKING FOR A WAY OUT.........
IM BATTLING THIS DEMONIC SIN....
LOOKING, PRAYING FOR ANOTHER ROUTE....
A DEMONS TALONS TEARING AT MY BACK...
I TRY AND SHAKE HIM OFF...
HE HAS A WELL PLANNED ATTACK....
AND THE SULFUR.MAKES ME COUGH.....
I FEEL THE FIRE...
IT BURNS DEEP IN MY SOUL.....
WATER CAN ONLY QUINCH MY DESIRE....
ONLY THEN, CAN I GAIN CONTROL.........
Drinking in ink
Black of raven eyes
I spy a Stars demise
Racing to Razor edge of reality
Somethings are lost in my gloom
The burn of sulfur looms
Their coming doom
The reek of things left undead, unseen
With jaded eyes and thorns of onyx black
My thoughts are cold and burned in the blast
My thoughts crash
Die as they drift far far away
And only ghosts are left
Shades of yesterday.
Shadows loom at my back
Nefarious plans attack
Try to shake it off of me
Darkness clings but none can see
Tailing me all the day
Make this evil go away
Sulfur lingers on the fog
Terrified I start to jog
Breathe of hell upon my cheek
Death upon me
Knees go weak
On the icy ground I shiver
Ripping piercing through my liver
Soul is taken off the track
Shadows stab me in the back
Sailing,
triangulating the body.
I will not come for the false blues.
You dig out the bones?
to evaluate the sickle,
that failed to trim the dark.
The murder was clean.
A religion lies beheaded.
Anaerobic, the poem survived.
The animal smell,
stays.Overpowers the limbs.
You run blindfolded.
The crickets emit an omen.
A sulfur burns.
The yellow sun was rising.
Satish Verma
my voice quakes with the gnashing of teeth, my breath sulfur and firey embers.
beneath the weight of my powerful paws, the entire solar system strains and bruises.
i shake with the force of a mighty wind, my ropes of fur spreading out and latching onto the plantation of the worlds on which i stand.
and they constrict, and they choke out, and they kill off.
i plague the system.
my essence is satisfied; the purpose of my being.