Best Rot Poems

Some days are winners, others are not
The jury's still out but seems today's gone to pot
My mood's in the dumper
My world's split asunder
We've run out of java, my day is pure rot


© Jack Ellison 2015...

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STOP THE ROT
By
Kevin L Fairbrother
Who am I to judge or make comment?
Tell a story about the past and present
When I live and work in Australia
And can’t claim this place as my home
…
For the original inhabitants, indigenous people
Claim Australia as theirs, say it was stolen
Forget about...

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Rondelet : (Nuclear) Rot in bowels

Rot in bowels
Sealed tight in cans, retarded bombs
Rot in bowels
Nuclear waste Earth sucks capsules
Poisoned gift to children in dumps
Let’s dance in White Night till Hell comes
(Nuclear) Rot in bowels.

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2013...

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I live my life everyday but i slowly rot away. I try to make friends but none never come my way. I still live my life any ways. I might not make friends someday.But if not that's OK because i will live my life any...

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I am with my friends.
We are sitting in the balcony in open air, feeling the sky is the limit, or is it?
Then i take-off.
I am in wonderland or maybe it is alice.
Everybody are laughing, maybe they are laughing at me. 
Then i notice myself laughing,...

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The churches walls are crumbling for there’s rot in its foundations,
a guiding light grown dim through shadows cast by foul temptations,
the journey of a soul’s been lost to vanity and greed
and when the tongue of the divine grows forked the truth shall soon secede ...

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Betrayal leads to a despair like none other. Is there any consolation? No. It is a 
mark that bleeds continuously, as you weaken with dread.
This poem is about someone being left in the cold with no consolation and no 
comfort. All that is felt is...

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The rot has sunk in deep ~
tragic is our stupor,
trauma bonding with pain,
enslaved by dark desires,
cleansing not, our soul’s stain.

The rot has sunk in deep ~
we know not who we are,
yet seek not truth of life,
adrift thus rudderless,
engaged in needless strife.

The rot has sunk in...

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The Rot Gut Incident

Tumbleweeds blew into Town
Rolling two bearded cowpokes with them
Looking for some action and the sheriff
The Bloody Mary is the only saloon in Rot Gut
I reckon this is a proper place for the ornery  
For a couple of horny no good clowns...

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I have to tell you that this is fiction
Or else I'd get a conviction.
A family of evil with cold dead hearts 
No one can trace where their family starts.
For at least a 100 years they been pulling the strings
They're not human, only cold dead things.
With...

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Nothing boot toe till rot and duff feet...

Attempting nightly ritual
nsync with sole and
instep of beat
January second 21:08
two thousand twenty
footwear equipped with
custom made cleat

proudly standing tall
(think) as an elite
able, eager, and ready
to sprint skyhigh fleet
ting into netherlands
(towering well over
other wiry antennae thin contestants,

hence exception to
maximum height...

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A Lot Would Rot;

What we did was went ahead and bought;
Tremendious amount which had been a lot...

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Self appraising himself as a monk awake,
immune from life's outcomes, always elated,
he woke up one morning and began to shake,
quaking in fear, so had to be sedated.
No longer could he be placid like a lake,
for his feeble form's gender was rotated!
The roots of conditioning go...

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here comes the night,
a deep pitch black,
what's sharper than a ravens call? 
I know not,

ruffled and bothered,
who hears the raven?
it's the witch who hears him,
when he squawks,

her actions are wicked,
as she cackles and cooks,
black ravens fly, 
as she stirs the pot,

her fingers are knobby,
and disfigured,
in...

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I am rotting at your door
It's nothing you haven't seen before
I wish I could stand up and leave
It's a tapestry of tragedy I weave

I bring this unto myself
Put my emotions on a shelf
In a jar, they're there to rot
This all-consuming story plot

There is nothing I...

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