Best Putrefying Poems
When It Gets Old...I am moving in and out of these animated lies,
Silver linings now sagging shadows
Burning desires now dimming coals
How did I ever become so fixated
On such unreliable light?
It is the demon......
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Categories:
putrefying, absence, anxiety, beauty, betrayal,
Form:
Free verse
Listless Gaze...transfixed
I stumble down
shifting halls of
my angst my
distress
a cold stale breath
stagnates and permeates
its doom
onto my essence.
beguiled
I entomb myself
in the m......
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Categories:
putrefying, angst,
Form:
Free verse
Hypocrisy...Truth bubbling forth as from a mountain spring.
A gem set in gold resting on purple velvet,
“Better a smooth step than a smooth tongue.”
He rotates his posterior to the world,
While his eyes ar......
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Categories:
putrefying, pride, religious,
Form:
Free verse
Electromagnetic Radiation the Mist In Decay...Electromagnetic Radiation
Secretly – unbeknownst to me – you were holding out a light
of hope for me to see, to reach for, to bask in, some day.
If I had only the foresight, the insight, the wisdom ......
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Categories:
putrefying, visionary, me, sorry, faith,
Form:
Free verse
Survivor...In war, no glory confides absolutely.
Or is resolute in its righteousness.
Its essence holds no certainties nor goal...nor future.
Clear objectives fade... Justification merely a work in progress.......
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Categories:
putrefying, betrayal, corruption, courage, history,
Form:
Free verse
You Are Not God...This lush green and putrefying smell is in what I rejoice.
Some humidity is enough for me to glide to and fro,
on dead leaves, under rotting branches...among preys and predators;
no limit ......
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Categories:
putrefying, abuse, animal, betrayal, environment,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Echoes...Quaint bells of symphony,
swelling over
vast corridors of the mind
filming scenes from remote past
in kaleidoscopes of living colour
strumming..
with virtuosic intensity
on mind's tormented st......
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Categories:
putrefying, allegory,
Form:
Free verse
Unquotable Quotes: Paris the Last Week of the August Reprieve- Xxxv Part Two...Unquotable quotes: Paris, the last week of the August reprieve – XXXV Part Two
II
The first signs reek tell-tale
Buffer-to-buffer parking lots choc-a-bloc
Long insistent hor......
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Categories:
putrefying, august, autumn, farewell, lost
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Unquotable Quotes: Paris the Last Week of the August Reprieve - Xxxv Part One...Unquotable quotes: Paris, the last week of the August reprieve – XXXV
Part One I
Even the turtle doves secretly in love in the sticky linden wake
I......
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Categories:
putrefying, august, autumn, farewell, september,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
What You Do Not See Is Not Necessarily Not There...I
Take out the caked grimy faucet plug
Let those unseen crawlies dive and duck
under the rust-ridden slime
stuck to phlegm and saliva globs
......
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Categories:
putrefying, health, philosophy, care, care,
Form:
Free verse
A Self-Tutoring Translation of Rimbaud's Final Version Vowels In Contemporary Terms...A Self-Tutoring Translation of RIMBAUD's Final Version " Vowels " in Contemporary Terms
(" Vowels " (final version, without the definite article, with the poet's corrections) in RIMBAUD Œuvres......
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Categories:
putrefying, analogy, color, sound, surreal,
Form:
Sonnet
Ones Time Upon This Little Blue Planet...One’s Time
Upon this little blue planet
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One’s time could be as beautiful as a sunset !
One’s time could be as desolate as a desert !
One’s ti......
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Categories:
putrefying, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
The Scorpion King-Part One...THE SCORPION KING-A FABLE BY GWENDOLEN RIX
ONCE UPON A TIME THERE WAS A VERY DARK AND DANGEROUS KINGDOM
ITS GOVERNING PRINCIPLES WERE HATRED AND GLOOM
ITS GOVERNMENT WAS ESTABLISHED BY AN EVIL D......
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Categories:
putrefying, betrayal, christian, death, metaphor,
Form:
Free verse
The Crushed Skulls...The Crushed Skulls
the crushed skulls
and the
torn-off legs
and the
single shots piercing countless heads
women, men, children
young, old, everyone just a human being
when will we tire of t......
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Categories:
putrefying, angst, black african american,
Form:
When Deferred Dreams Become Blurred Visions...(Apropos of Hughes’s Proverbial Question)
What happens when rotten strange fruit…
Hanging from trees of auction block wood
Become stinking pieces of black flesh…dried blood
Putrefying in murder......
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Categories:
putrefying, allegory, black african american,
Form:
Prose Poetry