Tiny Green Grenade

by Mihir Deshmukh   Mar 13, 2015


I am a sandstorm,
raging in a bottle.

I'm like monster,
under this face so subtle.

I am a rocket,
ready to blast off.

A bomb in your pocket,
with a deadly blast.

Don't you tinker with me,
I am no toy.

I am a human earthquake,
here to destroy.

I reek of anger and frustration,
of explosions silenced by procrastination.

And don't try to run away, me; you can't evade,
I am a volcano, in a tiny green grenade

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  • 2 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Excellent flow to this. Really enjoyed.

  • 2 years ago

    by Amanda Grace

    Cool poem! It's really creative