Firehose poems on Hello Poetry

JS CARIE Oct 2018

Farmland to seaquake in a single teardrop

The left of center
are in north bound throes of a dupe
and can't begin to forecast this wonder of polluted marvel,
in the morrow
my optics discharged in a catastrophic traversal

While whimsy and accidental feels like I've taken pills
a power rain this sobbing has spilled
No longer to be contained based on sheer will

Attacked by neurotic transcending
While sifting through files and photo stacks
Came across multiples of your smiling face
From when I shot you, a couple hundred miles back
No one would dare debase the abundance of your emitted grace

Bloodshot mist eyed and blind from tears
control lost during transport steer
Drips off my cheek pouring down my chest
Could make great sense to don a life vest
Filling up floorboards like a spraying firehose
Shattering cascades diamondize the windows
A single glance at an image turns farmland into rural seaquake
If they interview my lifeless corpse what a headline this will make,
turning tragedy into a foolish mistake
people will curse and laugh
Paved over roads now films unseen
when dusk fuse night from the weep my eyes dispensed
Elements effected by incidents
Rising waves climb over to decimate interstate 65
All over a tiny tear drop and her sweet smiling photograph

#tears #pain #baddream #luciddream #fiction #reminiscent

Jed Oct 2012

******* Year

Muffin milks the tiny teet
of a tête-à-tête torn
apart by warring factions.
slowly spitting the purple plum
dribbling, oozing
over the convex lips
which kissed and kissed.

Cream juices the cocky caucuses
of cordial cacophony.
Moist middlers meddle amidst
businesses of their own interest.

Power is power better bear than
bottom but everyone is ******.
Lap the ego from the firehose,
the giant member of the state
spraying like a cat claiming "mine!"

Hellbound, hell no he'll save us
everything is going to ****.
One man job to make us come
out of the 17th hole sand pit
of our pernicious premier club membership.

Politics can be a big *******

Christine Jul 2010

burning

Your hands are torches
And you're writing sonnets on my skin with fire.
Instead of welding me and you together
You open my flesh
And burn my essence.
Your lips create the wind that blows the flames
Heating more by the minute.
And as you speak, I burn.
When you press the bellows to me
It only fuels my furnace.
This is the fire only you can start
And I'm aching for you to put out.

(Firehose, please.)

Anton Kooistra Apr 2016

On the the water

on the the water
somewhere this

then an
many different ideas

an unused phone
balcony, cracked lips, eggs

a party, someone left
copious, the birds

cold feet, an golden trees
hung over

the, the Pigeon
after the clean outside

matters, 7 bottles of wine
breeze twitter, plate

but then, a sketchbook
a red curtain, the brother

empty, difficult
police, for what it's worth

water, floor
sue, it is a
another cure
sister, a Malaysian

dry, another one
screen, front door

whispering sun
firehose cloud

Observe a hangover

#water #observe #hangover #police

Robbert van Nispen Aug 2015

small note

Dead spot

Hot shot

Cucumber valley

Runaway alley

Runnin' nose

Circumstance Annie

Firehose in the frying *****

Dennis Willis Dec 2018

Excited

I read another poet on here
who seems to think like I do

Extensive brain damage
Is more common
Then one might think

I have the Bliss
Of the dog
With his head out the car window

And the firehose of smells
Up his happy nose

Copyright@2018 Dennis Willis

Seven Nielsen Jun 2021

Blackened Dawn (after the fire)

Charred two-by-four fingers reaching to heartless clouds
as if begging Olympian gods to revoke Time's cruel jest
and reverse the flames of hellish appetite
to re-edify the humble house of a mishandled youth

Even a hovel is better than a pit

Sad-soaked earth in muddy remnants
of firehose ***** wet accusatory puddles
in apologetic licks
fake-begging forgiveness
while secretly hiding
sardonic grins of Neroesque thrills
of remembered flames while
tongue-stroked teeth proclaim victory
of one more pyromaniacal gorge
to be relived
and relived
and filed in the gray-matter library of ***** memories
to summon and chew for pleasure
on nights filled with the vacuum-gape
of nothing in particular

One Swinburneian spark whispers
"Enough"
while the Housmanian bat-squeak urges
"More"
and the Voltaireian whale-breach booms
"Yes!"

The only dark, wet echo that sounds
in the unfeeling distance is
"Why not? I like orange."
and four more lives are swept
into the storm drain
with the suet and burnt dreams

Dennis Willis Oct 2021

Clear

This sip
of the firehose
will be the one

I can tell
by the feel
as it courses

I have on
one sock
my left

the language
has changed
again

hasn't it
this means
that

again
and I'm swimming
I think

upstream
by the lessening
scent of you

Travis Green Dec 2021

Give Me A Supersonic High

I want to bathe your body
Experience the taste of your drawing charm
Youthful, truthful, beautiful lover
Slim caramel delectableness
Suave chocolate hottie
I indulge in your delightful aura
Your astonishing ardor
You illuminate my third eye
Give me boundless enjoyment
You are an indication of sublimity
Everything that my body yearns for
When my hands touch your tough and lean flesh

I feel so connected to you
To all the marvelous chakras of your universe
When you pose before me
My want for thee increases tremendously
And as we shower together
We lose track of time
Immersing ourselves in each other
Scrubbing one another’s strikingly
Succulent back and ***
Your big, pecan-brown pipe
Your sumptuous *****
Gloriously long legs of love
Powerful feet infused with exhilarating dreams

You are my rugged and extraordinary
Mountain of paradise
You make me blossom like a crimson rose petal
You wrap me in your solidness
Bring me substantial bliss
Water my grassland
With your extra robust firehose
Give me a supersonic high
Let your seductiveness
Rush through the river of my foundation

I want to inhale your nature’s romance
See you tingle when you reach your ******
See how you flex when you *** me
How you titillate my flesh
When your sexually sultry eyes observe me
When you taunt me
With your thrilling fingertips on my *******
As I lean my head back
To feel your tongue moving around my neck
You make me moan colossally
Breathe exceedingly
As your masculinity magnetizes
My flowery femininity

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