Best Parasite Poems
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The widow, dressed in glossy black,
glides from the shadows at the back.
A veil lies slack across her face
to mask the grief her features lack.
Possessed of an insectile grace,
she sidles to the open case
and like the reptile smile she bares,
this too, serves to defile the place.
Since jealousy insures she cares
less for his death than for her shares,
obsession next finds her engrossed
in leaving with the gold he wears.
A parasite, she'll man her post
and feed from this depleted host
'til she believes she's bled the most
she can from his departed ghost.
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It watches it stares
My God it's always there
In the shower, when I read a book
It even gives me dirty looks
NO PRIVACY ALOUD
It moves in malice all about
No hiding, It's there
Even when taking off my underwear
Nowhere to hide, it will not leave
It's moving closer
What could it be?
A confused ex, or an ex friend
I want to be free, IT'S STALKING ME
I can remember when it all began
Ducking behind trees, and the sound of crushing leaves
Sometimes I think it's on my sleeve
It's in my phone, It should go home
Inside my bed, It even crawls inside my head
I want to breathe, I want to scream
I sometimes wonder what it wants from me
I feel its presence, I can smell it's breath
Is as if something crawled from death
I pinch myself when I awake, because I know that this is not my fate
I will not run, I will not hide
I feel this parasite inside
So time has passed, It will not leave,because it holds this jealousy
I want it gone, To feel again
I even feel it when I take a swim
When I rest, It screams at night, I even lose my appetite
Its in my car, under my seats
There's a crazy demon stalking me
When I pray, it lies in wait, just to make me feel its pain, guilt, and low self-esteem
Because I'm not the one it expected me to be
I am Calm, quiet, caring, kind and still
And I refuse to let it steal my will!
The moon sunk her teeth in a sky of black,
Over city backdrops and the scent of crack,
Neon spilled burning through traffic veins,
Dead man's handles on subway trains.
I tasted of acid in the end of night,
Snow descended dirty, off-white,
Staring through curtains at six a.m.,
Into the kitchen and back again.
All currency spent in the cheapest of bars,
The ones beside wreckage of burned-out cars,
Drinking from morning 'till midnight chime,
With stoned stool-pigeons and lives of crime.
I hurt nobody, only hurt myself,
Sat in the shadows, toasting my health,
As sleep comes calling I start to fall,
A dreamer washed-up with no dreams at all.
Don't tell any secrets, don't tell any lies,
There's enough depiction in these blood-red eyes,
Don't require religion or my soul to save,
Or a shallow legend on a shallower grave.
I could preach you sermons to warp your mind,
I could show you things to strike you blind,
But the world won't listen, it remains the same,
Always leaves me stranded with a crying shame.
Aint nothing in life so weak and parasitic
As the smug self-delusional heckling critic
Sick with repressed envy and a manner most vile
He slithers to his seat to vent his acrid bile
Bereft of any talent to do anything himself
Can't wait to put the boot into everybody else
Can't act, can't dance, can't sing, can't play
Wouldn't have the nuts to get up on stage anyway
Sad man, sad man, silly little sad man.
Really rates himself as a man who knows his stuff
Mouthing well-used insults (too dumb for off-the-cuff)
When you're up there playing he'll inevitably try
To portray mock disdain if you ever catch his eye
So pay no mind to this impotent imbecile
Who follows his calling with unrelenting zeal
No wit, no style, no clout, no class
The turgid remains of a charisma bypass
Sad man, sad man, pity for the sad man.
Like a keyboard warrior, an internet troll
Loves it when his barbs hit an unsuspecting goal
And if you ever flinch, he's got you mind and soul
Thinks this master of the moment the ninja in control
Next time I'm performing I pray that he will show
I'll come on all guns blazing, and hope he has a go
This piteous mug who'll dismiss me with a sneer
Chuckling with his cronies at how bad I've been up here
On social media you can bet he'll go to town
Spewing forth his venom as he tries to put me down
No joy, no smile, no love, no praise
A pitiful indictment of his hollow darklit days.
Sad man, sad man, silly little sad man.
My mom and dad met in the gut of an insect!
As a kid, I was packed in a sac not so perfect;
When I am mature,
I make myself sure
To infect a human when the insect does inject
. With apologies to Elton John!!
Inspired by his wonderful song..."Sacrifice"
- Parasite -
It's a human scourge
When lice move in
When they grab their little fingers
And misery begins
Into your bedroom
Crawling into your hair
Creatures come a'calling
And they snuggle in there
Itch itch starts
Scratching done by you
Those nasty critters, baby
Will cling to you
It seems that you've got lice
Just a simple bug
Those thugs are living
In your bed and your rug
But it's a parasite
Small parasite
It's a parasite that's all
Degrading embarrassment
After the fact
Sensitivity builds allergies
From the 'lousy' attack
"Rid" the humilation
Those nits you'll spurn!
No more to damn you
When medicine burns!!
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Written For John Heck's contest..."Dear John"
Fantasies o' thy coffee sips,
Throwin' away t'at clip,
Part o' thy cheek b'ween my teeth,
Stare'th thou, as I wetten t'se hairs with my saliva,
Love o' thee, like the bound o' t'at nail b'ween t'se wooden chairs,
My lips above chin o' thy, stares,
Bosom o' thy, struck'th o' my chest,
Lovin' till the night resurrects,
Where my soul, for thy kisses reincarnates,
O' the invincible shore, our dying love incepts,
Fingers o' mine, o' spine o' spine o' thee,
Tongue o' my lips, b'ween thy teeth lick'th be,
O' t'se unexpected moments o' love's plight,
H've me thou infected o' thee n'ck,
Like the final parasite.
Sucking away life
Gorge until nothing in
Leeches left dry
This
prison
is unlike
the kind with bars
here with no key only evil resides.
© Harry J Horsman 2016
If I were a blood sucking parasite
I'd hide in the stilt grass and wait
For the next feast to walk by.
Usually it's a deer or opossum,
But if the weather is fair I might see a hiker
Or a park ranger in khaki shorts
To feed off of for a while before an untimely discovery.
If the electoral season were right,
I'd position myself at the front doors
Of the municipal building
And encourage people to vote for my cousin.
There's always a chance
My cousin might be elected in for another term,
Thus securing a food source for me and my family.
The best year or two of feeding
Is always after a presidential election year.
After the competition and smiles and baby kissing
If you supported the appropriate side,
You're guaranteed a few years of relative vacation
Before starting up the whole campaign trail
All over again.
But I'm not the type to so easily accept handouts.
After the rush of rising out my my winter hibernation
And discovering who the new commander and chief might be;
I'd head back to my life of leisure,
Bobbing with the breeze
On the tip of a blade of stilt grass.
I wouldn't go back to the millstone because I had to.
I would do so simply because it feels good
To be working again.
My pixel prison, / parasite of my mind, / tyrant of my time.
Once upon a time- a letter or a call sufficed.
Now, years vanish in a blink of an eye,
Beeps and buzzes, / rings and memes.
Panic… no time or space to breathe…, to think, to feel.
Only rumors, lies, confusion, facts, & paradoxes /
Black Hole Fury, ennui, strain, insomnia, fatigue...
A silent scream / Enough is Enough!!
I Take control - disconnect from the leech….
I walk outside, / I breathe / Fresh Air,
Weeping - I hear the distant thunder /
I gaze at the willows, roses, sparrows, clouds, & bees
Nature - my old friend, my healer, a warm breeze
Free at last - I wander at will, elated I perceive...
The path not taken.
Wait hold up something is so wrong
I have the feeling soon I'll be dead and gone
It's getting hard to eat
Hard to feel my feet
Not to mention I feel nausea when I see meat
Especially beef
Everyday feels like it will be my last
Visions of me drowning when I take a bath
So therefore I shower
From fifteen minute rinses to spending an hour
Just to walk up Thornwood stairs is like climbing a tower
Favorite food in my face but I refuse to devour
Vision more than blurry
Yikes I'm in a hurry
Deep inside me my past I want to bury
Deep outside me bodily pains I feel these
Blood rushes my forehead, but leaves my achilles
Stuggling hard as ever to stand
One by one I feel my head losing hair strands
My veins bulging like crazy on my frail hands
Can't generate saliva due to dry mouth glands
This is some bull
Like my worries aren't already full
How can I move my body if I'm feeling heavier than a mule
I swear I'm bout to die, Death won't miss me
You we're so weak
and so I helped you,
You looked so hungry
that's why I fed you,
I give you a home
like you never did had before,
I showered and clothed you
with love,
Like you never did felt before,
And then your strength grew up so fast,
Now the things you have wasn't already enough,
So I give all I have kept and all That was left,
Thinking for you that would be enough,
But I was wrong and you keep asking for more,
So I asked myself is there anything left that I could give you?,
By that my inner thought Struck me and said to me,
"My dear, nothings left except yourself"
So I give myself,
I give my flesh just to feed you up,
I give my bones to protect and shelter you,
I give myself just to let you live,
Just then I realized,
You we're a parasite,
you are using me for you to survive,
You are killing me inside After that you'll leave my side,
But dear despite that hurtful fact,
that you are using me just to survive,
I'm still willing to die a thousand times,
Just to see and let you live your life,
©crpsrvrs/dnslpr
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You my friend are all around.
Feasting and nourishing, and setting your grounds.
Within the hearts and souls of many you blossom.
Is it I or do you seek out happiness and wash’em.
Wash’em out of every modest soul, yes you do,
No looking back, no check, no approve.
Ways to destruct lives you ponder upon, you brood .
I hear the pain, shaken up inside of you.
The seas shall rise, and doubt what once seemed true.
The anger inside of you is like a volcano on the verge of eruption.
I hearken to the ache in that once harmonic voice.
That is now, only to me perceived as a melody of a shattered soul.
It is a hidden forlorn song, yes it is
Your pain, you veiled from the world
But my friend, I am here, do please unfold!
Unfold your pain to me, let it be ours, let it be free!
Let me act as an avenging angel
That sweeps your pain and sorrows of yesterday
And creep in better tomorrows
Do not frown upon a broken heart, or a departed lover
Let not that pain upon your shoulder hover
I beg both of thee, unfold your pain to me, let it be ours, let it be free
Together we shall drive a dagger straight to its heart
Straight in to that parasites heart, we shall slay,
For within these boundaries no parasites as the like of this, shall stay
So my friend, I beg thee, do unfold your pain to me
Let it be ours
Let it be free
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They kissed, and kissed again
'neath the mistletoe like snow...
love stifled,did not grow,
so bittersweet,her lasting refrain...
her swain,she did not see again.
this quintain inspired by Debbie's poem ' ...a bittersweet vine' presented as a 'conceit' of her
theme from nature