Abattoir Poems - Poems about Abattoir

... Twas daybreak as this bright morn I rose Greeted at breakfast by my darling Rose A brief time together as by seven I've left Out to the garden, the street and then left Along cobbled paths wh......Read the rest...

...you put your silks and satins in me, a darkened abattoir I see your pain, a summer crisis staring sometimes for minutes it's a love hate relationship it's a love hate hall of mirrors lost in d......Read the rest...

...No one dead is reaching out to you That's my voice that you hear when you're remembering all the opportunities you let go This is the lonely road and not only are you driving it but I watched y......Read the rest...

...I heard screams from those marked for a guillotine death No compromises for their cries before taking a last breath Words of repentance for dastardly crimes were bemoaned Begging for mercy with fe......Read the rest...

...The white doves as they left the rivers of joy and light Wept as they saw night's darkness approaching their garden of gladness Their hearts saw the upcoming battle with this alien fungus in sigh......Read the rest...

...endless story I have tried to tell a story of a rat that fell from the ceiling It landed among drinkers in a café I ran, Never had I seen a café emptying of people in two seconds flat; the rat ......Read the rest...

...the oppression The town's sewer pipe ends in the middle of a fjord a gray mass slowly dispersing forever into blue water like a sin forgiven after Sunday's mass. When the last sheep was bou......Read the rest...

...distortions of grandeur and praise infect me and make me your slave tranquility is but a phase the sullen, the meek, the depraved like shying fleece on the barter delusions of ardor......Read the rest...

...The buzzing ebbed and flowed as the flies lighted onto their decayed-fresh feast, all pallid and bloated. Blackened and coated. Piled morsels, festered and dead, lie together embraced, though cold......Read the rest...

...It's summer, and sunlight's syrup pours sweet into afternoon. We've come to the bungalow's cemetery to pick over bones of bygone days; touch time's tender skin, lay flowers on childhood's grave. ......Read the rest...

...On the first part of the journey, I’m chewing nice toasty bread all my toys down below me, dog’s ripping them to shreds This new world’s a mixture of fun, stitched together between dread And......Read the rest...

...The silence of the ewes He helped run them up seven sheep for the slaughter got them into the truck, taking them to the abattoir in a pen outside, they waited and bleated nonstop Dim-witted p......Read the rest...

...Improvements fuse to Inventor's efforts Nous flowers to dissect design Nurturing device surpasses old methods Onerous abattoir livestock conclusion Vexes an astute......Read the rest...

...How dare goddamn Laura divorce him After thirty years arduous pre dawn sacrifice Menopause made her dismiss marriage on a whim Told Rod he'd not have true love twice Victi......Read the rest...

...Just a garden variety generic wordsmith teasing out reasonable rhyme courtesy ploy; self plagiarizing boot juiced barely abiding by ruff dogma, with enigmatic joie de vivre charisma, which oft......Read the rest...