Best Necrotic Poems

Above, the shrill of neon lights portend
a promise of new love in garish hues,
but for a broken life yet on the mend
the darkness of the scape brings only views
of solitude when memory accrues
as strangers unimpassioned eyes peruse.

The music wafts from grottoes down below,
blue jazz and...

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People from all nations running for Their Lives, Pursued by Hamas.
That day 1,200 were slaughtered.
International hostages died! Few live ones do remain.




I do not even know what day this is!
Nor month, or even, what year!
For I live each day within a clock.
Whose only sound ticks...

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Eh, Bebe ... 
clueless you with the wide eyes open, 
which can’t see

So apoplectic of heart,
paralyzed by the cobra sway
of changeling channel charmer words

Gen Z baby gloomer 
remote diaphragm controlled,
go back to analog sleep

Oh  oh ... video comatose — 
Nightmares begat by daydreams
of reel...

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I used to dream of a dark hall. Dim. Empty with thick cheap navy curtains. 
The breeze. It felt hot and old. It shivered in the curtains that lined the walls on both sides.
The breeze. It must have been a stiff breeze to blow those...

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I used to dream of a dark hall. Dim. Empty with thick cheap navy curtains. 
The breeze. It felt hot and old. It shivered in the curtains that lined the walls on both sides.
The breeze. It must have been a stiff breeze to blow those...

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A PART OF HISTORY

Our failures in cities burn-forget-

Our failures haunt us-biting heels

We choked rictus stun their neon

We are awaiting instructions-but-

His masked beings see us but do not touch us

They can not protect us day by day our failures
Frenzied adjusting the struggles to not overdoing

I see...

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I never overcame your departure brothers
since then
my feet walk crippled
the kidney only filters half of the residues
my heart partially collapsed
and beats insufficiently
the gastric juice became acid
and corrodes the sweetness of dreams
the bronchial airways are carbonized
and emit a roaring echo
the neurons lost
innumerable synapses
when dying necrotic
but here...

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We are one. We are the same. We are I.
We move with the same ligaments, the same joints, the same muscle strings.
We ooze of acid. We erode. We exude a putrid odour.
We are a walking culmination of demons. 

Barbatos’ head, sticking out of our body’s...

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Elemental dissonance

Poly-plated string guess

Depressive spine edge

Identity description cubed

Waterfalls negative score

Abyssal language drops


Hole numeral planification

Horizontal ship oval dust

Sea’s sloped gravitational

Octagon growth


Lack of facts and matter

Undertone course kaleidoscope

Particular perimeter blast

Empty can tomatoes

Protostar geometric syndrome

Indifferent neurotransmission

Necrotic wavelength voice

Breakfast experience lost



[Stone…stone…stone…stone…]...

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The succubus bleeds in the shadows of woe, I feel nothing as your eyes glaze over. Haunted you linger with a necrotic glow. I feel nothing as your flesh begins to harden. Hush child, tis time to be silent as infinity embraces you deep. Go...

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Nomadic memories
nurtured in mind's eye as
necrotic curtains part.
Naive sanguine beliefs
nourish scrutiny 'til
novelty rendered moot.
Nirvana was falsehood.

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(C) John C Michaels, 30th April 2017

For the "Pleiades N" contest sponsored by Kim Merryman.
(3rd Place)...

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The clouds, the first at dawn, ripened, pregnant,
With sunrise, and wet, dissolved, gathered,
Evolved and became, blankets, tarred black;
Feathery rain, hammered, dropped and spat,
Cast out, of the womb, of heaven; the trident,
Electricity, crackled, white, forked the earthen
Vagina; splitting trees, their penile trunks, charred
With tongues of flame;...

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[First posted in 3 parts. Intended novel: time never allowed]

Prologue
This,  Sir, is the prologue from before our tale begins
About the day our father did succumb to mortal sins
And left behind a man who would succumb to fame and plonk
A man born of no earthly...

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Cool throngs of stars formed one vast arm to sweep 
the coal-black clockface of the sky. To watch it 
was to reel beneath the slow, imperious creep 
of the never-ending circle. One could reach out, 

it seemed, and almost touch the tart cicada song 
which...

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Blood
drips
cold
through
breathless
necrotic
lips,



au revoir.




11/09/2017...

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