"firebolt" poems - Hello Poetry

May I present a challenge? Imagine if you will You have created a flying explosive device And it needs a name that will thrill. A name, a good name, which name? Well, none of those below. Some twisted suits have already used them. **** EVEN Tacit Rainbow. What really goes through their minds? As they sit and discuss the name Of their creation that's destined to **** Butcher, destroy and maim. Just try if you can To read the whole of this edited list Imagine how many have exploded of each With out angrily clenching your fist Little John Honest John Hellfire Matador HARM Terrier Nike-Ajax Corporal Sea Sparrow Redstone Bullpup Mace Nike-Hercules Regulus II Atlas Thor Lacrosse Jupiter Quail Hawk Tartar Falcon Polaris Hound Dog Pershing Entac Firebee Shelduck Jayhawk Cardinal Firefly Petrel Redhead/Roadrunner Redeye Mauler Skybolt Nike Zeus/Spartan Condor Phoenix Typhon MR Falconer Overseer Taurus Kingfisher Cardinal Walleye Hornet Maverick Big Q Minuteman Blue Eye Viper Firebolt Bulldog Harpoon Focus Perseus Firefly Stinger Compass Dwell B-Gull Agile Seekbat Delta Dagger Thunderbolt[7] Patriot Aquila Teleplane Streaker Tomahawk Firebrand Roland Peacekeeper Penguin Pave Tiger/Seek Spinner Sidearm Skipper Wasp Sea Lance Ripper[7] Trident II Midgetman Tacit Rainbow Pave Cricket Have Nap Peregrine Exdrone Javelin Pointer Hunter Coyote Skeeter Outlaw Wow, you're still reading And you've managed not to throw up. Just wondering how many innocent victims Of a tax funded device called Bullpup.

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May 28, 2014

May 28, 2014 at 7:00 PM UTC

shaded-lamp

EXPLOSIVE!

May I present a challenge? Imagine if you will You have created a flying explosive device And it needs a name that will thrill. A name, a good name, which name? Well, none of those below. Some twisted suits have already used them. **** EVEN Tacit Rainbow. What really goes through their minds? As they sit and discuss the name Of their creation that's destined to **** Butcher, destroy and maim. Just try if you can To read the whole of this edited list Imagine how many have exploded of each With out angrily clenching your fist Little John Honest John Hellfire Matador HARM Terrier Nike-Ajax Corporal Sea Sparrow Redstone Bullpup Mace Nike-Hercules Regulus II Atlas Thor Lacrosse Jupiter Quail Hawk Tartar Falcon Polaris Hound Dog Pershing Entac Firebee Shelduck Jayhawk Cardinal Firefly Petrel Redhead/Roadrunner Redeye Mauler Skybolt Nike Zeus/Spartan Condor Phoenix Typhon MR Falconer Overseer Taurus Kingfisher Cardinal Walleye Hornet Maverick Big Q Minuteman Blue Eye Viper Firebolt Bulldog Harpoon Focus Perseus Firefly Stinger Compass Dwell B-Gull Agile Seekbat Delta Dagger Thunderbolt[7] Patriot Aquila Teleplane Streaker Tomahawk Firebrand Roland Peacekeeper Penguin Pave Tiger/Seek Spinner Sidearm Skipper Wasp Sea Lance Ripper[7] Trident II Midgetman Tacit Rainbow Pave Cricket Have Nap Peregrine Exdrone Javelin Pointer Hunter Coyote Skeeter Outlaw Wow, you're still reading And you've managed not to throw up. Just wondering how many innocent victims Of a tax funded device called Bullpup.

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"Oh father, let us hence--for hark, A fearful murmur shakes the air. The clouds are coming swift and dark:-- What horrid shapes they wear! A winged giant sails the sky; Oh father, father, let us fly!" "Hush, child; it is a grateful sound, That beating of the summer shower; Here, where the boughs hang close around, We'll pass a pleasant hour, Till the fresh wind, that brings the rain, Has swept the broad heaven clear again." "Nay, father, let us haste--for see, That horrid thing with horned brow,-- His wings o'erhang this very tree, He scowls upon us now; His huge black arm is lifted high; Oh father, father, let us fly!" "Hush, child;" but, as the father spoke, Downward the livid firebolt came, Close to his ear the thunder broke, And, blasted by the flame, The child lay dead; while dark and still, Swept the grim cloud along the hill.

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William Cullen Bryant

A Presentiment

"Oh father, let us hence--for hark, A fearful murmur shakes the air. The clouds are coming swift and dark:-- What horrid shapes they wear! A winged giant sails the sky; Oh father, father, let us fly!" "Hush, child; it is a grateful sound, That beating of the summer shower; Here, where the boughs hang close around, We'll pass a pleasant hour, Till the fresh wind, that brings the rain, Has swept the broad heaven clear again." "Nay, father, let us haste--for see, That horrid thing with horned brow,-- His wings o'erhang this very tree, He scowls upon us now; His huge black arm is lifted high; Oh father, father, let us fly!" "Hush, child;" but, as the father spoke, Downward the livid firebolt came, Close to his ear the thunder broke, And, blasted by the flame, The child lay dead; while dark and still, Swept the grim cloud along the hill.

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"I can't do this anymore." She said as she dropped the razor from her hand. The cuts on her hand were as deep as her love for him was. She sat there weeping all night thinking of how she could reverse the time and heal her wounds. The night was as troglodytic as her heart. She clenched her fist tight as she heard it whisper in her ears. A very familiar voice but not palatable to hear. A voice that sounds like an elegy. Her world spun at the speed of light when it said it's stuck to her. Her hands started trembling as it was latched onto her. Nails so long and eyes so red she couldn't stop the horrendous voices in her head. As soon as the firebolt struck the ground the wolves started bawling, the fiendish and diabolical sky started mourning. All she wanted at that time was to be free of that unendurable and inadmissible pain but the depression which came in the form of Mephistopheles did not let her empty her vessel. As the long abominable and atrocious night passed she was found lying on the floor breathing but not alive. She was completely shattered and broken into tiny bits but with every tiny bit she still loved him. That was the night she realized what it was like to live with depression.

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Jan 14, 2016

Jan 14, 2016 at 12:28 PM UTC

neha-shimoga

~ Malignant ~

"I can't do this anymore." She said as she dropped the razor from her hand. The cuts on her hand were as deep as her love for him was. She sat there weeping all night thinking of how she could reverse the time and heal her wounds. The night was as troglodytic as her heart. She clenched her fist tight as she heard it whisper in her ears. A very familiar voice but not palatable to hear. A voice that sounds like an elegy. Her world spun at the speed of light when it said it's stuck to her. Her hands started trembling as it was latched onto her. Nails so long and eyes so red she couldn't stop the horrendous voices in her head. As soon as the firebolt struck the ground the wolves started bawling, the fiendish and diabolical sky started mourning. All she wanted at that time was to be free of that unendurable and inadmissible pain but the depression which came in the form of Mephistopheles did not let her empty her vessel. As the long abominable and atrocious night passed she was found lying on the floor breathing but not alive. She was completely shattered and broken into tiny bits but with every tiny bit she still loved him. That was the night she realized what it was like to live with depression.

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Hair got disheveled, Harry just went bald, But scored anyway.

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Feb 11, 2025

Feb 11, 2025 at 3:32 AM UTC

Atul

Firebolt Haiku

Hair got disheveled, Harry just went bald, But scored anyway.

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In the midst of a summer day, With the sun gleaming golden brown I wake up to find a flickering ray, That interferes with my thinking crown. I'm sitting down on my bed, And travelling to far-off harbours I cannot think of anything else, But just the magical grandeurs. I've reached the Crow's shore of Ketterdam, And am sailing for Hogsmeade The Ferolind's joltingly reached Nottingham, And I'm not thinking of nothing else. The purple tulips, the marvellous castle, All shiny on a shining day The wind's whistles, the leave's rustle, All make me delightful on this day. The world seems so tiny, From up above the blue skies The Firebolt I'm now riding, Seems to supress the little lies I used to take in as a child. Suddenly everything's so harsh, I think I'm in the land of the White Witch I crave for Turkish Delight so hard, That I know not of the awaiting risk Into the dark castle, as the daughter of eve. I was so lost in the mysterious magical whirlwind, I think I've travelled far, but not even a mile When I open my eyes, I clearly see the still wind Of dust, crime and fraudulence all in a pile That tempts me to snivel for the fair play, Since I'm the lost girl and the world, a treacherous display.

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Jan 20, 2019

Jan 20, 2019 at 2:14 AM UTC

UpsideDownWorldOfMine

The Lost Girl

In the midst of a summer day, With the sun gleaming golden brown I wake up to find a flickering ray, That interferes with my thinking crown. I'm sitting down on my bed, And travelling to far-off harbours I cannot think of anything else, But just the magical grandeurs. I've reached the Crow's shore of Ketterdam, And am sailing for Hogsmeade The Ferolind's joltingly reached Nottingham, And I'm not thinking of nothing else. The purple tulips, the marvellous castle, All shiny on a shining day The wind's whistles, the leave's rustle, All make me delightful on this day. The world seems so tiny, From up above the blue skies The Firebolt I'm now riding, Seems to supress the little lies I used to take in as a child. Suddenly everything's so harsh, I think I'm in the land of the White Witch I crave for Turkish Delight so hard, That I know not of the awaiting risk Into the dark castle, as the daughter of eve. I was so lost in the mysterious magical whirlwind, I think I've travelled far, but not even a mile When I open my eyes, I clearly see the still wind Of dust, crime and fraudulence all in a pile That tempts me to snivel for the fair play, Since I'm the lost girl and the world, a treacherous display.

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