Best Gangrene Poems

Melancholy days, listless, all through
Then, out of the blue,
A comment comes along to cheer you

My friends, I feared I had reached the end
Those words, once so lively and hale
Now crumble, numb, on my tongue
Tasteless and stale
Repetitive rut, creative gangrene
(Seriously, how many similes
for sunsets can there...

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There was a brave,
A sage of his age,
And there was rhythm.
Men United in the hunt,
Women united in the spiritual sounds of songs of the Shaman,
And ships from the east,
Came with the Glory of God,
And between gunsmoke and gangrene,
Destroyed scenes of queens and kings,
And reaped heaps...

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Lurking in fuzzy leftovers is seen
A quivering, crawling hairball of green
A florescent prune
Or cheese from the moon
Gurgles gastric, plastic alien spleen

The miser squire requires gluts of caffeine
To dissect this science project's gangrene
Harpoon on a spoon
Zoom to the saloon
Lunch ladies' supreme mystery cuisine.

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He waltzed into the barroom
Announcing his name was Jack
He had a peg-leg, three fingers gone
And on his left eye wore a patch
His teeth that weren’t missing
Shined of glimmering gold
He ordered a bottle of whiskey
And then this story he told

He talked with an accent
That sounded really...

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When I was young, and adventure routine,
With excitement and newness still unforeseen
I was eager to spread my wings to the world
And seek more adventures as those wings unfurled

Within my long travels I happened to meet
Two other men, with friendships replete
One was named Beckett, the other...

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Cold blooded diabetes
Try to stop her
If you can because 
Insulin shots are not fun
But they must be given
When you're dealing with

Cold blooded diabetes
Will ravage your body
 it can cause gangrene
And limb amputation
So take good care of yourself
When you deal with

Cold blooded diabetes
After you're diagnosed
Doctors will...

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a decayed
                            unfulfilled dream 
             ...

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This empty space waits, along a dim marsh
where paramour hides from tints of red dew,
and crackling boughs grip like a whiplash
on venial sins of passion, long the slew.
 
Her pace quickens to reach Eden's boulder
weighing low, chained by raked emotion
knowing not why ecstacy grips a...

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Marble hatched haven communes; helixicly hewn canvas' brushed within

Acidulous acrylics of adumbrated conjectual forms....

Spawn tipped dippings upon the collateral cliffs edging these, layaway hues?!

Deciphered shades in monochrome pitch pigments beneath the jaded jejunes

Manic manifestations, over-looking the colourant gangrene valley below 

While as maritime merchants lifted...

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I know, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s poem : Je sais by T. Wignesan

I have seen upon this earth the gangrene of mass graves
I have seen the sky foul up with human ashes
I have watched the breath of superb beings
Mist over with their blood the universe...

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An explorer called Nicholas Bean
Used a jungle path for a latrine
He started to pee
Got stung by a bee
His poor wotsit swelled up with gangrene.

The natives said you need a vaccine
Their witch doctor arrived on the scene
With some healing plants
Said “drop down your pants”
Too late it...

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Surrounded by mud
our feet make love to the surface
the bullets kiss us, the bayonets hug
our intestines and the blankets
cuddle with our cold, decaying corpses
we write to our wives, letters that will never be delivered
the wet ground gives our feet an unpleasant present
in the form of...

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the chimney stacks
of the old power station
claws at the belly of the clouds
and with its sulfurous billowing
it bellows its stench
tinting the clouds, yellowing nicotine stains
as its cadaverous fingers clench
and releases, as it pleases
the painted nails 
sport red flashing lights
as the bellowing smoke
for airspace fights

the dawn...

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Whenever in the company of his trusted friends
St. Paul Lafargue had always said:
"I sure hope I never get a sainthood someday
- That would be supremely lame for an atheist
 In any day and age."
The man was modestly honest - If not honestly modest 
So I...

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A nice veneer
Looking solid and good;
Termites devour within


Life hazards
Venture bleeding;
More vitamin M needed


Business failure
Shocking casualties;
Bankrupted parties


Spice can smell nice
But nice can tell lies;
Sometimes a vice


Impressive bungalow
Sporty car;
Heavy in debt woes


Sad but true
Vanity masquerades;
Not the real thing


Newspaper headlines
Scandal and heartbreak;
I feel sad for you


Regrets fester
Like gangrene;
Amputate...

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