Short Sulphuric Poems
Short Sulphuric Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Sulphuric by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Sulphuric by length and keyword.
hot liquid
bubbling cauldron...
witches brew
sulphuric acid
nostrils flare...
matches ignite
lava overflows
on mountain crevice...
blister patch
for PD's contest
Categories:
sulphuric, natural disasters,
Form:
Haiku
And I lose
In the sulphur
Of the loss.
I'm pushing forth,
All guile,
While all the while,
The world spins around.
Turning with it
Bursting
With light and sound.
Categories:
sulphuric, loss,
Form:
Free verse
She woke up
The bitter remnants of the past
swirling in her mouth
eating her words
in a sulphuric acid brew
She woke up
and spat them out
before they charted a course to destroy
all she still knew
of the truth
© Cornelia Mattioli aka Flying Angel
Categories:
sulphuric, emotions, growth, pain, truth,
Form:
Free verse
TOXIC STATE
hunched, amidst creative ash:
H.D.’s sulphuric shell -
pieces of a deranged puzzle.
all the president’s men
scratch their hairless heads.
they had thought to build a wall -
but no one in town owns a brick.
12/1/2016
Contest – Toxic State
*H.D. – Humpty Dumpty
Categories:
sulphuric, humor, political,
Form:
Free verse
Once long ago
You made the sun shine
Now you cast
A septic sulphuric shadow
You came and stole
My heart and my happiness
And interred them
In cold grey granite stone
Days once so brief
Now linger, last too long
As we must sit
Separate in the same room
And listen to
The silence of hurtful hate
For contest * Jaded Love* by John Heck
Categories:
sulphuric, depression
Form:
Free verse
The crazy befouling animalistic urges
Life beyond character
Carton of sulphuric acid
A calm third gender walks out
A person called Chex
Female, Male and Chex
Chex are vemonous
A creature or (person) of infinite ability
Not manly
Not feminine
Just the perfect being
Not god of course
But the third gender
Not a confusion or a mix of both
But the Perfect Gender
Who makes this third gender?
Human kind
Categories:
sulphuric, science fictiongender,
Form:
I do not know?
It is silent
Neon sulphuric mustard gas
It is the snare
Spilling poison, dropped chalice
You are the cupbearer
Drinking your holy communion
From ashes to rubble
I remember you
The smiling tiger
Roaring to the pounce
Fiercely tugging at life caught
Between your polished claws
Until the wall fell and celebration
We were selling bricks in bin liners
You can get up off your knees now
The table would have killed you anyway.
Categories:
sulphuric,
Form:
Free verse