Best Necrosis Poems

The most precious of me.
The womanly comforts.
The 'lift you up'.
The birthing.
The healing.
The trying.
The love.
The loyalty.
The heat and honour.
These are what you used
To warm yourself.
Now you...

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   heroes?

there are none here, now ... ever ...
      don’t feign to look, for your eyes will
 ...

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There is a bounty for our hearts Luv,
gold and fame for the flat riders who dare lower our flame
seeking to steal our fortune of raw...

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In Nursing School

In nursing school they have us learn all the proper medical words,
Because in Greek and Latin we defecate, but we never make turds,
And...

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I shall not weep, for him, nor for his crime
Since while he killed he murdered noble lives
And on that angered day, he muted the chime
He...

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Hands tick in motion but I hear naught         
of the onslaught of killing time depicted. 
Minutes run...

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The river is at autumnal peace
The spring runoff months long past.
The sun has mellowed, shrinking shadows.
Birds that once graced this glade
Have assayed the air and...

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As a youngster he had dreamt of moving to a potato farm in Ireland

To escape from the brown rot of German post-world war II contamination

Just...

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SENSE OF UNIVERSAL CREATIVITY CONCEPT BEYOND COSMIC CREATURES REVIEW.
WHY, HOW, WHEN, WHO DESIGNED THE SYLLOGE KNOW HOW CREATOR ONLY KEN. 
OBVIOUSLY, SINCE INCEPTION OF MACROCOSMOS...

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When a schoolteacher’s got halitosis
What his pupils fear most when he’s close is
That the smell of his breath
It  could choke them to death
And bring...

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Continuously phantasmagoric  is its vitality,
Crystallizing within the depths of my spirituality, 
Sanctuary  against the maleficent reality, 
Encompassing  past the fortification of mentality,
Dependency...

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I feel
the encroaching
necrosis settling in,
as the shadows finger their way
toward the growing twilight, etching my mind,
endless scratching with no escape!
It’s closing in on me,
this demon...

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They are forever among us, the diaphanous spirits
Seeking the elan  vital of the cycling centuries

Running from necrosis, paying a mortuary tribute
To the killing fields...

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Our words will never change.
Rewind the arguments and keep the frame.
We've found a hidden vein.
I'm sick of mining these messes we've made.

We will not compromise.
This...

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A dream, a dream, where I tremble in dread!
     The death bells toll, and I hear their piercing knell.
The grave, the...

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