Best Foetid Poems

Famished and flagging footsoldiers;
formerly fitters and farmers.
Facing fatigue, fitful fever,
faeces and foul, foetid fungi.
Fostering feelings, frustrated,
for this faraway, foreign field.

Forsaking fissures and furrows,
forced forwards with fleetness of foot.
Firearms flash and fragments fly far,
feigning the firmament aflame.
Fighting so fierce and ferocious,
fratricide set free on this field.

Fuelled...

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The mist fell over the lake like a grey blanket.
Only the sound similar to a ranket*
The water still and lifeless, not a ripple to be seen.
The air not foetid but fresh and clean.

And I felt a chill from the loss forever of my Bill.

Sitting in...

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Famished and flagging footsoldiers;
facing fatigue, fitful fever,
faeces and foul, foetid fungi.
Fostering feelings, frustrated,
for this faraway, foreign field.

Forays so fraught with fine failure;
forfeiting furtive and fiendish,
fatally fettered from the first.
Forged by such fatuous fawners,
for folly to feud for a field.

Forced forwards with fleetness of foot;
firearms flash...

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For old Star-Gazer Master Khayyam – a name like Shakespeare’s for « some » other giants - Part One

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Why don’t...

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Continued from The Eye of the Sea part 4

Becalmed we were for three days more,
Then the wind began to rise,
At the Captain’s bidding, we set to the rigging,
Eyes firmly upon the prize.

But, ‘Something’s awry!’ the Bosun did say,
And a muttering passed through the crew,
In a...

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Baked beans
Small 
Insignificant
Yet its properties so powerful
Causing flatulence
Some noisy
Others foetid in silence....

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There's a shop on the street 
that sells foetid meat
There's a boy on the corner
His corpse competes with the odour
There's dust covering mankind
the cruel and the kind
Ochre villages and towns 
where death rains down
It's gender specific
noisy horrific
I seen it on telly
I ate ice cream and...

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Deep within my gut
butterflies flutter as
in the foetid air....

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Forgive my love for antique things.
But ancient visions light my mind.
Imagination spreads strong, spacious wings
And soars me backward where I find
Myself alive—in other lives behind.

I was a troubadour for kings, 
And at their sumptuous tables, dined.
I donned their silks and wore their sapphire rings,
And with...

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When Santa Claus was parking that old sleigh upon the roof
Somehow he slipped right off and his expletives were uncouth
He splashed down in the fish pond, he was feeling pretty vexed
But what he didn’t know was that the sleigh was coming next

The sleigh crashed down...

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H.astily I traipse “amidst these tombs,” “untainted eye…”
P.reparing the way for the “hidden world of yore.”

Luring lovers in, “lost Nevermore…”
“O’er the midnight moorlands crying,”
Verily to “wreck the solace of the poet’s mood!”
Even now, “drunk of the fog-foetid fountains.”
Cerebrally “reject[ing] the language of the glowing heart.”
Revered...

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Shall I compare thee to a corpse decay?
Thou smell’st less putridly and more pleasant:
Foul winds escape th’orifices may
Of both thee ‘n’ it (though it’s more “fragrant”).

The eyes o’ th’dead are dull, while thine do shine,
And often is its cold complexion paled
(Be th’body fair or dark,...

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The air is foetid and breathing is so difficult. 
The open window allows floating debris,
To spread its pungent staleness over all.
It’s a difficult struggle for sunlight to shine
Through the clouded fog we must inhale.
I see more pallid faces of people at the portal.
Where I read...

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On these arid roasting plains, a virtual frying pan
For beasts to live they must survive on anything they can
Another bug collecting dung, enjoying foetid goodness
May perhaps have much to teach my fellow starving man

Often poop quickly rots so tastes uniquely vile
It must be freshly dropped...

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this dark spirit goes upon decitfull 'mistle-toes' to tell deep lies
In kind disguise, with gutteral tones, this overblown' and
Foetid canker, consort of bankers, necropheniaic black
God forsaking.' death will take him, into hell for such awaits him'
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