Best Rotten To The Core Poems
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Aloft, from highest cliffs o’er icy seas,
upon great wings of arrogance and pride,
the raven whispers soft, on ocean’s breeze,
notes cloaked with charm to lure his future bride.
In midst of kith, to sate his lust, he vies
to reign supreme, and bathes in self-adore.
Magnificence against cool ashen skies,
yet ‘neath the husk, so rotten to the core.
As shallow suns recede and rise anew
day after day, still beats his heart alone.
One frigid night the moonlight's silver hue
imparts the word his reveries have flown…
and so upon this night is hatched a plan,
to seek his bride he takes the form of man.
**based on Inuit legend**
Inside
To stand you anymore
my head will burst
you're rotten to the core
and maybe even worst
My eyes are closed
I can't stand your sight
just get out and leave
before we start to fight
What you are inside
is a true disgrace
but you hide it all
behind that face
To people and folks
you seem innocent
but to me you are
so crooked and bent
Just go away
I can't stand your sight
move from here
before we start to fight.
9/15/16
Across the lands and shores
Plants and spores
So much life in different shapes and forms
Many storms cold or warm
Always been an omnivore
So I eat vegetables like corn
And meats like albacore and boar
I don't care about the odds on the board
It's about so much more
And not just the reward
I'll continue to row without an oar
Near and far from the seafloor
As well as any trees such as sycamore
One up the highest score
And maintain a good rapport
I've always had an interest in lore
Minerals and ores
I'm not rich or technically poor
Worse than any apple, some people rotten to the core
Such foolish things people support
And over such petty stuff people go to war
Still there are areas on this Earth that have yet to be explored
And possible fossils of new dinosaurs
Looking up at the full moon shining beyond so many other orbs
By: Dalton Ogletree
In the war of words count the cost all is fair in love maybe but not war hearts mend but dead bodies wash ashore they will war no more being dead war is not hell tragic but enough said love is the fairest lest you be a whore In the war of words You know better than being lost unsatisfied but a chance for more the love of money rotten to the core war is cold far as I know and so is frost In the war of words
I met a man who was never married
Said it was the one regret he carried
I met another man who married thrice
Claimed they were the three mistakes in his life
I met a man, told me drugs were his ruin
Stole his ambition, were his undoing
Knew another proclaimed drugs his true love
Dead at nineteen, gave a needle a shove
I met a man who worshipped his money
Stole so much he’s doing ten to twenty
I met another man who was ragged and poor
Hard hearted, mean and rotten to the core
I met a man who could not get along
With son’s that he thought were living life wrong
Knew another man so rigid and tight
His life was consumed by anger and fights
But the man that I have still never met
The man who chose Jesus and claims regret
"DEATH OF DEPRESSION"
Living each day all alone Even though I'm surrounded by millions of people, I still feel in isolation.
I am surrounded by the nothing, i am the Nothing!
Deep inside, I feel rotten to the core,
Skin shedding,like the devil is devouring me!
I feel that life's oils are draining from me,
Seeping through my vein's,
No light within me, darkness has took it's toll,
How do I break it's grasp.
Energy is draining, yet a spark ignites inside me,
My soul will win out,
I will fight with each and every breath I take.
The darkness will become light once again.
-AMELIE STARR (EMMA GIBSON-CHALMERS)
Politics is all about haves and have nots.
Who gets ahead. Who waits in line.
Privileged ones, and the rest get denied.
Politics is about relative truth.
Data be damned. Conspiracies claimed.
Favors for votes. Constituents maimed.
Politics is about what party plays.
Which party stays. What's your world view.
A main course of elephant, donkey fondue.
Politics is I’m right, or maybe you’re wrong.
Debates and train rides. Buses and airlines.
Things heard on open mics and dark dye on hairlines.
Politics is lighting, cameras, makeup aglow
It's who do you know, and if they'll debate.
It's speeches, fundraisers, babies and chicken plates.
Politics is white houses, state houses, stained blouses.
It's tourists with playlists, local, statewide or global.
Incriminating texts, on phones that are mobile.
Politics is Uncle Joe's jail time, Aunt Betty’s brew.
And a family’s deepest dark secrets,
That cause church splits in the name of Jesus.
Politics is vote counting, as valuable as blood.
It's the trust that weaves things together.
Transparent as mud, and stable as weather.
Politics makes life better and sometimes much worse.
In the end, Politics is people.
Often rotten to the core sometimes even lethal.
We love our silly Grazillas,
Who eat chocolate ice cream because they don't like vanilla.
They prefer lumpy pillas,
As they nap under the willas.
They eat salt by the pillas,
And watch only chinchillas.
They prefer to work as millas,
They prefer their envelopes to be manilla.
They could easily take down Godzilla,
Because them Grazillas,
Are stone cold killas.
They are a cross between a gorilla and a gator,
And they sure do enjoy their maters and taters.
They make fun of waiters,
And they are great imitaters.
They love gossiping with the gators,
And are known to be fair ice skaters.
Peculiar too is the way they only eat fish flavored Now and Laters,
And man can they drive those freighters,
And they choose to shave with cheese graters.
They are even one-third dinosaur,
And they are rotten to the core.
They love to renact the Civil War,
And to get a dollar they will pretend to be poor.
They play golf just so they can yell Fore,
And when they get a banana they all yell Score!
They are in a band and go on world tour,
But I admit they are sometimes a bore.
They are the legends of lore,
That come from the Loth Lorien shore,
And in their land they are unequivical lords.
How do they have shimmering tails,
They put water from the Amazon on every golden scale.
Their fur is silvery and pale,
And they comb it twice a day without fail.
Their favorite snack is kale,
Especially in the middle of a gale.
They love riding the rails,
Looking for the the Holy Grail.
They may look frail,
But you never can tell.
They like digging wells,And telling tall tales.
Try never to compliment the males,
Cause their egos sure do swell.So if you come across a silly Grazilla,
Lazing under a willa...
Don't forget to bow to the queen of the Grazillas.
Whose name is Drucilla,
Who lounges on golden pillas...
While she listens to thrilla...
So I bid you ado untilla...
All. Day. Long.
I sit there, in my chair, All. Day. Long.
Glaring at people I hate.
The people who are but mere memories.
Mere dust in the wind.
All that I know has blown away,
taken by my faulty actions.
The dull replay of Meteora fills my room with lyrical insanity,
tempting me with beat and anger.
But I’ve realised it’s not the music that’s dull.
It’s myself. I am dull.
Dull, empty, detached, dead.
My actions have caused this, my mental instability.
My arms and wrists, they’re crisscrossed with faint pink patterns,
the product of my attempts at reattachment and relief.
Eternal smiles of violet beneath my eyes, wrinkles surround my lips.
My skin, yellow from the drugs, reflects weakly the sunlight from outside.
I blame everyone but myself, my personality rotten to the core.
My lungs, as well, shredded by smoke that acted like needles.
I couldn’t help myself, I jest in my mind.
I’ve been trying to shove the blame onto something but myself,
only to find there is nothing to blame but myself.
My body has been wracked to this state,
a state well beyond my mere 29 years.
My mind, hanging from a cliff.
Threatening to free fall at any moment.
As I sit there, in my chair,
memories of an age long gone from my life flash before my eyes.
A girl I loved, laughing.
Her and I lying in the grass, at a lake’s edge.
A cat akin to night, eyes green as mine, purring softly in my lap.
Flashes of guns, from a war forgotten by all but me.
As I reminisce these memories, a spark of feeling—pain.
Upwelling in my gut.
Through my chest.
Stabbing into the side of my head.
The pain triggers a new wave of recollection.
Again, the girl. My mind so foggy I can’t remember her name.
Dancing slowly to a song no longer heard of.
Snow. A blush of the cheeks. Hands in mine, warming and comfortable.
The pain in my head intensifies, blinding me.
I fall from my chair, the first time I’ve moved all day. In 2 days.
Shaking my head, I pull myself up. Standing, I look around.
Another flash of pain, followed by a sensation I’d all but forgotten.
Her lips. At dusk. The very first time.
I stumble away from an unseen being, crashing into the wall.
Blinking my eyes furiously, I right myself.
Waiting a moment, I sit back down.
And let the dullness take over, the pain ebb away,
and the memories to replay.
All. Day. Long.
The earth is round.
It is not flat on any given day of the year.
It is a very solid shaped sphere.
It is not going anywhere either.
Well, not at least for the next one thousand years.
The earth is a playground.
It is where the children of God were supposed to live and be free.
The plan was toppled suddenly when the snake took a bite out of Adam and Eve.
He lied. He whispered. He told them things that they were not ready to hear.
He caused the planet's resources to go up in smoke!
Think this is a joke?
The enemy lives inside a rotten apple core.
The core of the earth!
The earth is physically hollow but spiritually it is a solid hot mess.
An eternal resting place for the snake and his minions.
And that's not all either!
Anyone who is not willing to accept that Jesus Christ is the Son of God and died on the Cross at Calvary will end up there one day.
There is a very steep price to pay for those who reject the Creator and His Son.
The LORD is calling all of His children to come to an everlasting friendship with Him from the day they are born.
He is calling and tugging on their heart strings to get to know Him more!
If you refuse to accept Him and who He is to the rest of humanity then you had better learn more about what is located at the center of the earth.
Remember, it is rotten to the core.
It is supernaturally as hot as molten lava and the LORD wants all of us to repent of our sinful ways and get to know Him more.
Ask Jesus into your heart.
Ask Him to be the LORD of your life.
Ask Him to guide you day in and day out and help fill you with His Holy Spirit.
Allow Him to be the King of your life!
Tick, tock, tick tock,...
One day the earthly clock will stop.
It will burn with fire and the fallen ones will go to their forever resting place.
Do not be suckered into them dragging you to their special space.
Get down on your face and come before the Throne of Glory.
Do it today.
Gwendolen Song
5-13-17
Mr. Washington I want to know
what would you have to say?
as you gaze upon this land
if you were still alive today
what would be your thoughts
on a nation that lost its way
would you stand and fight?
like on that long ago day?
Mr. Washington would you stand by us?
would you stand by the American Nationalist?
to stand against left wing hate?
rebuttal looney lefts accusation of terrorist?
Is this the country you wanted?
or have they destroyed your vision?
your Constitution no longer applies here
Mr. Washington what would be your decision?
Mr. Washington do you remember Thomas Jefferson?
"it is the right of the people to alter or abolish it, and to institute new government"
now would you still take up arms?
fight the tyrants with pure determinant?
what do you think about uncapped capitalism?
how about a multi racial society rotten to the core?
is this what you mean by all men are created equal?
or are your words obfuscated and what for?
Stink
My p.u., putrid, pungent pores
Have made me rotten to the core
reek and ravish emissive scents
Not caring where the odor vents
To flatulate without remorse
Then scurry to another course
There are some times I smell of mint
A sensing that woud give a hint
of blossums in a field of joy
The milieu is intact and safe
But feeling threatened has aroused
A preparation to deploy
organic weapons that are housed
My overwhelming krypton funk
For after all, I am a Skunk
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October 1, 2016
My hands are tied
I cannot speak
Although my heart cries out
For the starving weak and the meek
The inocents caught up in war
Corrupt worl leaders
Rotten to the core
Those struggling to live
I have so much love to give
The abuse of children old people
And aninimals
That can't speak for themselves
I feel your pain
It cuts and slashes my heart
Like razor rain
My heart has cried an ocean of tears
Over the years
For those who dwell on the cold unhospitable streets
The menatly ill those who can't even afford shoes for they're feet
While the greedy rich and powerful in they're ivory towers
Scoff from the same troth they greedly squable and eat
Foder they don't really need
So many hungry other mouths to feed
The evil pharmacutical companies who want us to be sick
And hide natural cures brainwashing the public
While making us sick with they're wicked tricks
The powerful puppoet masters who hide in the shadows
Spewing out filth by slings and arrows
Rasist hate over colour of skin
It's not the colour
But the poerson within
Black or white what does it really matter
I hear the idle chatter and gossip
From poison gnorant lips
I feel for the suicidle hanging on by they're finger tips
I cry for the babbies who are murdered and die
bever asked to be born
And I ask why?
The injustic malice barbarism the supression and persicution
Foolish nationalism pride and retribution
The Earth is dying
It's weary and tired
Open your heart and mind
To all transpired.
I care do you?.
Peter Dome. Copyright2019.
"Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall,
All the kings horses and all the kings men,
couldn't put humpty together again."
They called him an egg,
for he was round and glee,
They laughed at his nose
so very big and ugly.
They called him names,
Humpty Dumpty was sad
They threw rotten eggs
and it made Humpty mad.
His mother would comfort
she said he was unique
Don't mind those kids,
Don't care what they think
You are meant to be
Much more that your look
A rush of confidence
is all that it took
Humpty Dumpty got smart
the smartest of them all
Up on his high horse
he would never fall
He accomplished a lot
as he rode to the top
his super ego charged,
it would never stop
He ruled over the land
with strong fists and war
He took from the good
and from the bad he took more
Humpty Dumpty terrible king
He in fact was very mean
Mother came to him one day
"you're the worst I've seen"
Her visit made him sad
regret spread across his face
He climbed his castle wall
and gazed over his ruling place
He took a breath full of despair
he was rotten to the core
His ego landed and down he fell,
shattered forever more.
All the kings men gathered
to see Humpty Dumpty crying loud
He had yolk on his face
oh this egghead was not proud
He renounced his leadership
and started a chicken farm
He stayed away from others
so he would never cause harm
But he could hear them laughing
he was scrambled inside
It boiled him deeply
until the day he was fried.
Date: 6/30
for contest Humpty dumpty
Gazing up into the sky
A falling star catches my eye
Surrounded by the brightest moon
A memory soon floods my head
Of all the things we left unsaid
Misalignment of the stars
Drown your sorrows in a bar
Lies, deception, I was weak
But you are hopeless. Never speak
What you seek you will not find
My heart was used but it's still kind
A constellation in my head
My feelings are just simply dead
Misaligned is all you'll be
The word is published the world will see
The voices echo in my head
as I lay her on my bed
No longer gazing at the stars
Your memories have left some scars
Fall from sky and fall from grace
Don't ever want to see your face
You are rotten to the core
Your soul is far worse than any whore
A galaxy of endless night
The stars some dead no longer bright
A shooting star blitzes by
Falls further from the sky
Falling, tumbling, hurtling down
Blinking, thinking of this clown
Gas, dust, dark matter
Like fools who bleat with endless chatter