Best Putrescence Poems

Within the Craigie Mile a manor house stands
Under sheeted rain and surrounded by shrouding fog
One night as Hell sang in the sky
A lady did run along the Craigie mile
Where she was she had no clue
The fog was so thick it shrouded all
She was a bedraggled...

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It was a simple night,

she suppressed her own mindset

plunging self-shackled feet into their thoughts,

their eyes,

their thought processes, hoping to retain

some semblance of solace in the familiar cold.



-Reality is an infectious disease-


What she allowed herself to notice,

swimming reluctantly through the back of her mind  

made...

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It was the day you left 
my world fell apart 
lets go back to the day 
before you walked away 
you was going off about something 
but I thought it was nothing 
I told you i never kissed her 
when will you ever learn 
That...

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It was the day you left 
my world fell apart 
lets go back to the day 
before you walked away 
you was going off about something 
but I thought it was nothing 
I told you i never kissed her 
when will you ever learn 
That...

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Well now, beneath the darkest realms
In nightmarish gists, I am the one
Who instills fear and in putrescence I dwell
In variety, isocheimal ulteriority is all I've done

Laureled with the metallic lustres of death
And shining with the fires of vengeance
Animosity is the origin of my libellous wreaths
Where...

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Chief egalitarian garbage taster i.e. “white trash”

As Halloween costume, 
one year during early grade school, 
my father got brilliant idea 
for sole son dressed
uniquely rubbish qua 
putrid offal getup. 

Missus Shaner (talon clawed, 
shriveled relic archaeopteryx dinosaur, 
who taught fifth grade) gave 
me first prize,...

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at Henry Kline Boyer Elementary School

As a Halloween costume, 
one year during early grade school, 
my father got the brilliant idea 
for his sole son to be dressed 
with one of a kind getup.

Missus Shaner 
(the talon clawed, shriveled 
relic of a dinosaur, 
who taught...

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Chief garbage taster as fifth grade Halloween gag
at Henry Kline Boyer Elementary School
interestingly enough landed me a grubhub grab bag.

I rooted thru poetry anthology of mine,
and came across an unpublished poem
by one obscure poet (me), whose trademark
wit and wisdom hallmark
cardinal characteristics
of posthumous fame and fortune
largesse...

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The ebony night crawls 
With its webbed feet
On my distressed mind,
To peel off my fusty clothes,
From my fatigued body, 
Stinking me like the putrescence 
Of my time, and of my life,  
Feels me then 
As light as feather
Floating up into the azure.

Before my inner...

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It was the day you left 
my world fell apart 
lets go back to the day 
before you walked away 
you was going off about something 
but I thought it was nothing 
I told you i never kissed her 
when will you ever learn 
That...

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Tenebrous shadows flood the night,
as spirits arise from their graves,
the undead swarming spectral trees.
caliginous beings hungering,
nefarious, bits of decaying blight.
Among the mortals they will walk,
stench of putrescence pervades the air.
Maleficent entities invade the minds,
of those in high positions;
dining on human greed and power.
I cast the...

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Electorate on tenterhooks until...
outcome of 2020 presidential election announced

Polling places slated to open seven o'clock
in the morning November third two thousand twenty
heightened tensions will strain patience
to breaking point concerning
extreme anticipation common joe experiences
(biden his/her time)
regarding which candidate trumpeted
as de facto commander in chief of United...

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The ebony night crawls
With its webbed feet
On my distressed mind,
To peel off my fusty clothes,
From my fatigued body,
Stinking me like the putrescence
Of my time, and of my life,
Feels me then
As light as feather
Floating up into the azure.

Before my inner eyes,
Barely exposed I’m
In my living portrait
Caught...

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In the cartographies merger with the soul,
where topographies bring thought converge,
a hidden rose blooms,
its petals unfolding,
like a cipher's dark emerge,
thorns burst contradiction piercing the hymen with certitude,
as the benthic depths,
a chthonic whisper,
exhale the secrets unsaid by the unuttered.

Snarl-like grin washes over my visage

Caliginous catacombs hail...

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do you really see beauty in my rotting mind
are there rain clouds in my eyes
that the mirror cannot show me
can you really see the life in my veins
that hides itself from me
the strength that waits to be awakened
hibernating in my tired body
underneath layers of withered...

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