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"imploding" poems
Slowly unfold, as you fold into me. Two explosions that explode imploding our senses with sensory overload too intersections that intersect invisible connected through connectivity magnetized magnetically galvanized genetically when energized this pleasure is derived riveting her visibly I convulse as you implode Extinguishing our misery With pleasure beyond measure Thirst quenched physically satisfied, apparently.
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Mar 25, 2017
Mar 25, 2017 at 3:16 PM UTC
Implosion
He swells swollen with pleasures loathing her walls anticipate hard measures imploding the crash of his body sending waves of pleasure into her current his throws of passion deepen her depths to depths unmeasured
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Mar 13, 2018
Mar 13, 2018 at 6:24 PM UTC
Motion of the Ocean
Dripping with wetness Tongue licking your wet lips Drips dripping as his mouth slips Your back curves as her waist dips Sliding inside your precipice, warm licks melt her core his length stretch her sore Soothing strong loathing Between your legs; imploding Fingers explore tendons screaming lions yearning for more folds of flesh mesh tongue swirling in juices fresh Fingers twirling insides tense destination distinguished
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Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 7:59 PM UTC
Taste
Even though a lion is trained to keep it's mouth shut, it doesn't mean it can't learn around it. Stardust has seen and tried to stop me clean of these things that could be. That blackhole won't solve anything, Neither will exploding or imploding myself to wits ends. So let me brief you just this once so listen good and listen well. Like the lion, find your pack. No matter how much the storms rain down hell, find a way to dispel. Write these records, create a contraption to annoy the rains away. But if there's nothing you can do, and trust me I know cause it's something we've all been through, go to shelter and let the damage be done. Tomorrow we begin a new, and work around it with your crew, they may know what to do. It's an experience we all handle. It's a long life battle. But at least we're not alone.
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Jul 16, 2018
Jul 16, 2018 at 6:35 PM UTC
Planets and Lions
I'm just composing all day I'm just transposing all day I'm just eroding all day I'm just imploding all day I wonder what's for lunch?
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Nov 1, 2014
Nov 1, 2014 at 3:51 PM UTC
Thoughts
The Aces check their sleeves, Hearts rippling across the breeze. The Queen arises Slowly, Torn dress ripped at the knees. The Jack saw his fill And quickly took his leave. Stood trembling in a doorway, Mind struggling to believe... The King was an alcoholic, It was widely known to be so, Each eve he would sit solemn, Wine in hand and sword on show, Clapping to the Jokers' japes As he danced and sang About love and fate. But how was the King to know? Not two rooms away His wife had lain, With a smile and a ***** Creating a cuckold and a fool... The Jack had had enough And promptly marched To the throne room. Armed with only knowledge, Unleashes inevitable typhoon. The winds will rise, This house shall succumb, Imploding inwards Till the house is done. And all that remains Among ash and decay, Broken hearts and broken spades, Is the Jokers last laugh. A mockingbirds call as daylight fades.
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May 21, 2013
May 21, 2013 at 8:12 PM UTC
House of Cards
so, with israel being re-established... why do we, us,hit europeans... even need to bother establishing authority,          utilißing the new testament? i quiete like the old testament logic of: oculus per oculus                    (eye for an eye)... because the saxon concept of justice: i rather see... the implosion of    blackstone's formulation... the 10:1 imploding to the 1:10 ratio of...       a shawshank redemption... there is... redemption... since! there's no justice within the post scriptum of the hillsborough disaster... watching people walk, the lunatic walk, 20 years later?    disorientated by the court of justice?     re-dem-ption... the whole aspect of: innocent until proven guilty is horrid! this... saxon vernacular of that branch of philosophy that's bogus... namely... within origins      of the forbidden fruit... i.e. and you know?!     really?!       no... but i'll **** to make a standing pivot of a pawn on a chess-board.                           savvy? who, among the europeans... actually needs such artifacts as new testament texts, credo, orthodoxy, sign of the cross greek exports?              the state of israel has been re-established...       i don't want anything to do with this judeo-grecian banality... you can have you little affair over                                 n        e                                                 w                                  s... don't worry... i'll make sure that i'm watching... people tell a lie... yeah: hum hum bubbly hum-hum... am i, or are there any arizona inbreds? who, the hell, needs, the news testament, within the confines of history, dispossessing europe of it, of an established jewish state?       one book among many... hence the scent of a yawn...                          when entering a library... i'll do one gesture, and one gesture alone... inclined to a replica...     ecce libra!              i wash my hands from                   having any investment in it. **** the greeks can have it...       they can keep it, cherish it, but they better not spaghetti the old testament with their... "ingenious" plot... not when the nag hammadi library emerged...       no... not now... not ever...         i detest this greek book of overt symbolism...   their pristine alphabet, their diacritical application,   with the pseudo-romans toying with: deaf... or blind... whichever it is... sandpaper... instead of a kangaroo pouch... of inflated... soft... flesh? i'll rip your heart out and feed it to my neighbour's dog,                   beside a bowl of water.
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Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 8:32 PM UTC
ecce libra! re-emergence of israel **** liber)
so, with israel being re-established... why do we, us,hit europeans... even need to bother establishing authority,          utilißing the new testament? i quiete like the old testament logic of: oculus per oculus                    (eye for an eye)... because the saxon concept of justice: i rather see... the implosion of    blackstone's formulation... the 10:1 imploding to the 1:10 ratio of...       a shawshank redemption... there is... redemption... since! there's no justice within the post scriptum of the hillsborough disaster... watching people walk, the lunatic walk, 20 years later?    disorientated by the court of justice?     re-dem-ption... the whole aspect of: innocent until proven guilty is horrid! this... saxon vernacular of that branch of philosophy that's bogus... namely... within origins      of the forbidden fruit... i.e. and you know?!     really?!       no... but i'll **** to make a standing pivot of a pawn on a chess-board.                           savvy? who, among the europeans... actually needs such artifacts as new testament texts, credo, orthodoxy, sign of the cross greek exports?              the state of israel has been re-established...       i don't want anything to do with this judeo-grecian banality... you can have you little affair over                                 n        e                                                 w                                  s... don't worry... i'll make sure that i'm watching... people tell a lie... yeah: hum hum bubbly hum-hum... am i, or are there any arizona inbreds? who, the hell, needs, the news testament, within the confines of history, dispossessing europe of it, of an established jewish state?       one book among many... hence the scent of a yawn...                          when entering a library... i'll do one gesture, and one gesture alone... inclined to a replica...     ecce libra!              i wash my hands from                   having any investment in it. **** the greeks can have it...       they can keep it, cherish it, but they better not spaghetti the old testament with their... "ingenious" plot... not when the nag hammadi library emerged...       no... not now... not ever...         i detest this greek book of overt symbolism...   their pristine alphabet, their diacritical application,   with the pseudo-romans toying with: deaf... or blind... whichever it is... sandpaper... instead of a kangaroo pouch... of inflated... soft... flesh? i'll rip your heart out and feed it to my neighbour's dog,                   beside a bowl of water.
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I wanted to touch your fire; feel your heat between our flame I fed into your thirst Now you prey on me like game Imploding as we combust As our skins touch igniting the spark That feeds the scorching flame Burn me deep Till my windows pane So forever This moment Will remain Pain is love So your hurt I can’t distain.
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Sep 5, 2019
Sep 5, 2019 at 9:23 PM UTC
Playing with fire
Where are you Paul? I'm in Cyberspace Mum. My Pentium processor has broadbanded me Into this wondrous realm. A pixel powered virtual landscape Peopled by avatars Speaking Internet Slang. FFS, *** are you talking about? She asks. In so many words. I **** and ROFL at her incredulity. It’s full of danger, that Internet, says Mum. That’s true. It’s full of paedophiles, Spammers and trolls. Hackers. Chat-rooms and forums Plagued by flame-wars And spam enough to fill a trillion tins. Sites full of viruses, Trojans, malware and spyware. Cyber-bullies and loons abound. But I just Love it. A ****** addiction Needing every fix. A realm indeed of quantum singularities, And imploding nebulae. Paul Butters (C) PB 3\9\2011 in Yorkshire.
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Sep 5, 2011
Sep 5, 2011 at 11:09 AM UTC
Cyberspace
We the hidden, now exposed I cannot find my home. My dance is despair, All is salt-sweet, where is she Who calls the us, the we? Why do I fly And where do I go? The here is a tangle of Too much bright delight I fall, I fly, it is un-right Lost, alone, I spin Imploding from within I have what we need But the others are not here Wet comes In bitter spurts And I know fear I am afraid. I had no need to know of this Going, I, alone Wings rip each drip Oh, I go We the hidden, now exposed I cannot find my home.
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Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 6:31 AM UTC
Dying Hive
I am the child of countless genocides of lands suppressed, who can’t see the brighter side I am the daughter of a neglected family who can’t look in their eyes, for they don’t care about me I am the son of a town lost in a futile cycle who doesn’t know how to get out, as every path is an imploding spiral I am the result of my mother being forced against her wishes, to think atrocity is what bore my living I am the result of my father who sacrificed everything, just to see my life pull through I am the offspring of a colony whose people are considered expendable, as if we aren’t all equally holy I am the result of a bloodthirsty state who pillaged and burned any place we saw fit, as if we carried their fate I am a taker of lives, just as I am a bearer of life I am a being of hate and apathy as much as I am a person of love and serenity I am the sword and the shield, the dark and the light the scorned and the healed This is my story so much as it is yours The children of humanity You & I
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Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 7:51 AM UTC
Child
I have been invisible before. My thoughts and justifications were transparent. All anyone could see were my actions; the way I failed and stumbled, and ran head first into doors that lead me down path after path of distraction. At least they seemed like distractions,   oh, but they become my destruction. 
 I spent my time quietly imploding, only to change my mind last minute, and suddenly explode. I changed my mind, but my body stayed stock still. I stood in front of the judges and while my tongue was granite, the urge to run from the podium had never been greater. I wished to be invisible. I wished to go to a dark corner of the room and finish my implosion. Out of sight, where I could hide and self destruct without a sound. And then if, or when, I picked up the shrapnel, I could re-join everyone on stage at graduation. I could hold my head high and with a smile, pretend no one saw me crumble.
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Jan 17, 2018
Jan 17, 2018 at 7:26 AM UTC
The Transparency of Invisible Disabilities
There's a line drawn in the sand It's a line drawn by the man It's a line drawn by the hand That feeds Our breed Misery There are lines drawn on our faces As sand hits the ground These fault lines are from the races Our lives have found The lines get deeper Like cuts on our skin The lines get steeper Like our chance to win We're thrown into a landslide We see the ground collapsing For all the silly things we lie And the things we say in passing The momentum of this earthquake Will never cease, only take And these tectonic plates shift When we live a hectic hate rift I need safety To embrace me And save me from my world imploding Before anyone can say they know me But the planet is shaking My mangled mind aching I trap myself inside a steel vault Never forgetting this is my fault
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Nov 16, 2017
Nov 16, 2017 at 2:18 AM UTC
Fault
God is all of us collectively collectively we are all of God Engaged in a dance of inhaling and exhaling curling and stretching imploding and exploding Occasionally He and we... collide in the middle blurring the lines between universe and atom The pressing of atoms against other atoms in a desire to feel something other than themselves To still their loneliness they seek *********** they crash into one another abandoning duality and embracing oneness You cannot tell where one ends and one begins They become alpha and omega horizon and sky the ****** Love’s confusing joy Where it all end Everything! And where it all begins That explosive ecstasy that moment and eternity that *********** gives focus to an energy and new life is born Movement happens creating waves of sound Their patterns and rhythms being the song that you hear right now Shadow, light, line, texture, color, shape, space, and form create the ballroom dance of the image before your eyes And then there is breath The caress of memory on your Inhale the crashing release of the Exhale and the undulating attempt to fill the Void in between The hunger... the longing… the suffering... for a turkey sandwich in your mouth right now… Yearning for a human touch is what creates a new world a new Universe and the cycles repeats An element is born and somewhere a star explodes scattering its seed across the universe Saying “I AM…”
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May 29, 2017
May 29, 2017 at 10:56 PM UTC
Meet Me In the Middle
*A kiss from the night Drunk from all that pain Struggles to breath Can't remember her name Lost his eyes Love made him blind Hate made him see Scars remind A story that'll fade away Pages eaten by time Memories don't go away Weather is not kind Storms bash the home Walls ripped of from the bones All his secrets in the open Strangers are gone Who will love him now Caress and hold him now Wipe away all the blood stained tears Who will bring him down From the skies he wanders at nights Searching for a lost cause A moon that glows in anger A sun that's faux A wolf howls at a distance A dog barks nearby Night shows resistance Ghosts never pass-by A bleak view from a window And a madness from outside A letter of hatred Enough to hurt his pride He cannot see but whisper There's a tale hidden in the stones He warns once again About the rage hidden in his bones No one listens World won't skip a beat It Dosent matter Even if with blood he repeats They'll only see red Not what's in his head They look right through him Like staring at something dead He's afraid of the demons That guide him to scars Gently takes his hand Makes him draw on his arms Death , he mused Life had refused Where to walk now He is so confused And lies that destroyed lust Ashened black lies in dirt Forgiven but not forgotten In dark prisons they lurk Prisoners of darkness They weep solitude Embracing their fate Another sunrise they refute And to feed them love A mistake of the holy Wise seeks hurt Impervious of the story But a mother does worry If her child lives or not Thirteen cents For which he was bought She loved him and fed him hate Watched silently and smiled While he ate His mouth blood stained From the flesh of the saints Imploding the verses he preached Every rule he ever bleached Hands of god from heaven All hell broke loose when they reached And strangled his very neck Coldness in his eyes Staring at the mirrors that don't reflect*
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Jan 12, 2014
Jan 12, 2014 at 1:08 PM UTC
Mirrors dont reflect
*A kiss from the night Drunk from all that pain Struggles to breath Can't remember her name Lost his eyes Love made him blind Hate made him see Scars remind A story that'll fade away Pages eaten by time Memories don't go away Weather is not kind Storms bash the home Walls ripped of from the bones All his secrets in the open Strangers are gone Who will love him now Caress and hold him now Wipe away all the blood stained tears Who will bring him down From the skies he wanders at nights Searching for a lost cause A moon that glows in anger A sun that's faux A wolf howls at a distance A dog barks nearby Night shows resistance Ghosts never pass-by A bleak view from a window And a madness from outside A letter of hatred Enough to hurt his pride He cannot see but whisper There's a tale hidden in the stones He warns once again About the rage hidden in his bones No one listens World won't skip a beat It Dosent matter Even if with blood he repeats They'll only see red Not what's in his head They look right through him Like staring at something dead He's afraid of the demons That guide him to scars Gently takes his hand Makes him draw on his arms Death , he mused Life had refused Where to walk now He is so confused And lies that destroyed lust Ashened black lies in dirt Forgiven but not forgotten In dark prisons they lurk Prisoners of darkness They weep solitude Embracing their fate Another sunrise they refute And to feed them love A mistake of the holy Wise seeks hurt Impervious of the story But a mother does worry If her child lives or not Thirteen cents For which he was bought She loved him and fed him hate Watched silently and smiled While he ate His mouth blood stained From the flesh of the saints Imploding the verses he preached Every rule he ever bleached Hands of god from heaven All hell broke loose when they reached And strangled his very neck Coldness in his eyes Staring at the mirrors that don't reflect*
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Limitless. This world Is going To One day- Leave behind Dust Converged with The universe. Stars exploding, Their flesh imploding, With ours. We'll still be alive, In another form of life. Once dreamed An island Where Aqua blue Surrounded, So quiet. If you Stepped Far down Into the sand, You would discover Stairs leading to The Sea Floor- Breathing in, One last time. Merely Water, Looking up, You Discover That you Are in control, Not drowning... No longer Weighted, Free To swim up To the Line Where The air fills your Lungs once more. Nothing We fear Will Matter, When We Become Stardust. Stardust covering all particles. Stardust in the air. Stardust everywhere.
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Aug 25, 2018
Aug 25, 2018 at 2:02 AM UTC
Stardust
the tears flow freely now but no noise as not to make an audience of my fake smile unraveling before them for them to see the wall coming down letting  the darkness seep from the debris for they will see the true me and cower in the darkness hidden inside me not exploding but still self destructing not imploding but still consuming
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Feb 1, 2018
Feb 1, 2018 at 6:07 PM UTC
Finding sadness in happiness
Beyond the butterfly feelings In the whirlwind of our intimacy A full option sensual desire Distance distancing distance All at once till we hit the ****** The zenith of pleasures and feels Like the breakthrough of Miracles Sounds of Soughs, ex and in hales Hot Moments of breathlessness Scratches of speechlessness Mouth agape, dead-in-moments long squeezes, short grips, sweats Body vibrating, breath whispering Emotions revealing, turn ons Passions imploding, hard ons Intense kinetic motions of kardias Slippery shining fleshy mammalians Till the moment of implosion: ****** That sweet ecstasy moment when all that exists is what you feel
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Nov 27, 2012
Nov 27, 2012 at 10:09 AM UTC
"Sounds of Sough"
Me I quickly tap my screen to respond to your message "I'm absolute garbage and I love you." You Your fingers softly brush against the keys as you type out your reply, "You're absolutely beautiful garbage and I love you more." Me I thought that things would be different with you; you were so much more compassionate "I think I'm in love with you." You You hesitate as you read my message, unaware of the stars that were forming in my mind at the mere thought of you "I'm not in love with you." Me I read the message with my brimming eyes and soon enough, I hear the explosions in my ear of the galaxies that once formed when you told me I was an unexplainable force of nature that everyone was wary of. I also hear the slow thudding of my heart in my ears before everything fades away and becomes numb. You You sit there, quiet and in deep thought You heard the planets imploding all the way from your bedroom But all you did was shrug, shake your head and turn up your music.
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Dec 21, 2014
Dec 21, 2014 at 6:47 PM UTC
"Stop talking to me; you're making me fall in love with you more."
You managed to horribly fail every test Yet you bore the honorary family crest Until you abandoned me As friendship isn't free Leaving me incapacitated In the infernal infirmary You had only exacerbated My own gory purgatory But I want to see the end of the story Though it's not going well Carrier pigeons bring messages of your progress By ******** on my head I solve the problem By staying in my bed When all I see is red From all the blood we bled There was a deep connection Crossed with a ****** infection You were so fundamentally friendly Was it just for the drugs we were blending? Now I just have nightmares of your life ending And ponder the value of the time we were spending Your spirit animal is a coyote Mine an exploding car My fragile heart is imploding From all the black tar Coming from your lips like the needle Rushing through my veins until I'm fetal From your sedating voice I heard an invading choice Live alone or die alone The dog gnawed the bone with it's clone I just want to hear you're doing fine So I can stop feeling so **** guilty And I don't have to hear about you again For my heart has been untamed When I feel this constant pain From a friendship down the drain There is no peace to be attained For the friendly fire in my brain
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Aug 24, 2017
Aug 24, 2017 at 5:57 AM UTC
Friend
each night in bed wrestling with the moon and my sheets i write poems in my head intellectual one night stands forgotten in the morning just words whispered away in the cool breeze of the AC before i fall asleep these are my favourites the stillborn prose my own dark harvest lingering like a sweet hangover of imploding thoughts they are mine now gone in the dark lost forever in my head
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Feb 23, 2012
Feb 23, 2012 at 11:19 PM UTC
dark harvest
thrashing writhing twitching your breaths are silent screams of hot air and spit and then broken throats you're imploding because exploding would be too loud.
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Feb 28, 2015
Feb 28, 2015 at 11:54 PM UTC
crying at one in the morning
I've been writing all of this poetry my mind is overflowing. While my body is imploding with an electric feel it can't help but showing. It takes me to a place in which I cannot control who I was and who I am underneath such an everlasting soul. But what I don't explain and what you cannot see is the way it breathes in and out of the margin lines for you, from me. Every word has a meaning, every lyric has a tune this is the life I've been living solely for you. I've been writing papers, I've been taking exams just to show you how great I am. And while this life I live is appealing to you, I find myself in a dark corner seeking the truest truth. The truth in which I cannot explain is the same one that you put to shame. I live this truth everyday but only in a dream is where it stays. This is why I suffer, THIS is why I cry... I'll never be good enough under my father's microscope eye.
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Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 5:53 PM UTC
Microscope Eye
I'm sorry I treated you like the groupie I've never had. The things I said in haste The anti-promises made Wipe the stars from your eyes I was more like a black hole Imploding your soul I ****** up your heart And got your hopes up I saw your dreams as meant to be taken advantage of Little miss broken Mind if I muse you? to abuse your beauty and exploit your insides for the sake of poetry I could blame it on Goddess oppression, My misogynistic intentions deep rooted by living vicariously through an idea of a rockstar Burnt out before I'm initiated in the 27 club Black holes still in your personality I can't just tell you I was scraping the bottom of the barrel Trying to keep the void filled with inspiration In desperation We both ended up occupying insides caught in a euphoric tide That oxytocin's a helluva drug at least for it's half-life We both came crashing right/write where I intended Reincarnated, by the words I've mended
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Oct 5, 2013
Oct 5, 2013 at 3:32 PM UTC
Mind if I (m)use You?
the edges are stained blue and no matter that spring is holding out its hand in a promise, spring becomes summer, summer fall, and winter again, and the hours and the hours and the hours and cities rise and forests fall once, gods are now falling into disrepair, temples on the verge of imploding.
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Feb 26, 2017
Feb 26, 2017 at 7:46 AM UTC
The edges