Best Putrefaction Poems

I walk o u t...

I am lost in unapproachable light—a spectral broth
I am tasting the screaming silence—the archetypal observer
dissects my essence-fossil Passion
a seismic rupture between life/death/rebirth
gnaws at my marrow This dilemma-kudzu
coils tight, constricting tomorrow's breath

Death stalks me, a shadow with obsidian fangs
Sin's fruit—a parasitic putrefaction—
erupts...

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I breathe; I think; I slumber and I wake
I feel; I hear; I scream for pity’s sake
I push; I shove with little left to give
But six feet neath new fallen leaves, I live

I breathe the fumes of my putrefaction 
As I lie cramped with limited...

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What good is my being when I cant be myself. 
The only thing i am good at I cant deliver rap. 
A virus shredded my skin and dwelled deep within. 
And all am doing is rotting on my remains. 
My throat can't empower my words
My...

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A mysterious chamber lies hidden deep within;
Where fire breathing beasts skirmish, wreaking chaos,
And basilisks slither in a cesspool of mass confusion.
Facing the creatures of darkness is a daunting endeavor:
Neither easy nor comfortable,
Yet must be entered freely without fear.

To conquer them, I must realize 
The horrors...

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In the beginning it was chuckles, kisses and adoration
Your expression-smug, intense and bursting with admiration
I was the perfect blend of gilded taupe for your fixation
From a color palatte too vast and wide for your comprehension
Like the paint I was, I colored your life ensuring beautification
Of...

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Don’t let your neighbours decompose
Make sure they are well
Or else they go green and blot
And also start to smell
Once you detect an awful stench 
Don’t wait for garbage day 
It won’t get better, only worse
Take measures right away
Request welfare check at once
We’d rather cut them...

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An inferno of thoughts and chaos
            No one sees that the smile does not reach the eyes
            A fortress built by betrayal
 ...

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Animal Chain Atrocities

No longer a bucolic photo op
bedecking a cover of Life magazine

Free grazing
pastoral images
now but bewildered enslavement

Animal commodities
factory farms and feedlots
CAFO habitats raising
sixty billion a year for dinner tables

Chickens

Hi-Tech slaughter
football fields long
alethic poor
four walled ovens of another kind
debeaked and toe-chopped fowl
jammed in cages
made to...

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The rest of us
caught here
in the web
of a foreign arachnid

We prop up
his appendages
and force feed
his proboscis

Those of us
blinded here
by his pure
dark whiteness

Grope and slash
in the excrement
of his dying
putrefaction

In a world
good for others
they concentrate
us in harm

And our children
play in the backyard
of beyond
forever like
the rest of us...

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"Here Lies-----
Rotting to the thrill of doom
Seized by Cold Death
And Buried face-down."

-Inscription on Tombstone-

"Decaying to the drips of chilled nature
And discontented by the state of my casket-
For it had so suddenly begun to decompose-
and by such nature my pathos be exposed-

That scraping sound seized my...

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Torrents of melancholy brine cascade from leaden skies;
Mirroring the salty streams of tears that seep from my sapphire eyes;

Folded limbs of bruised porcelain reach out to feel the patter of the rain;
Each stinging drop a tiny shard of ancient liquid pain;

Muddied pools form on a...

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When I read
that we are all sculpted
upon his image
the first imprint appeared in front of my cognition
is that one of the parts sliding down the conveyor belt
just like at Fiat's

little pieces dropping in paper boxes
warily inspected
obsessively revised
senselessly omitted
from with white gloves wrapped hands
among those nude...

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Swimming in mire of memory,
Searching the fish of forgetfulness,
Those are not the good days;
Nervous eyes will get attacked,
Leaving residue of a small heart,

Beat the soft cheeks like egg;
Hands smack the sensitive back,
Infernal, Thrashed till tears,
Suspense of demonic destruction,
Climax of nervy showers,

Bringing noises of home to...

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overprotective
like ink in a scar tissue
you said I'm stuck in a bad version of a life
and gave me your life mask as a present

now I have an owl in my iris

you've cloak me in aluminum foil
so I can be preserved for later
and settled in the...

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A crying drunk and tears on my sleeves                                     ...

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