Bodies Poems

9 DEAD BODIES BURNED ALIVE BY GARGANO LAYING IN THE HALLS

THE BODIES REMAINED IN THE HALLS DUE TO THE SMALL EXAM ROOMS NO DOCTOR COULD WORK IN SUCH A SMALL SPACE NO DOCTOR WOULD SQUEEZE A CROWD INTO A TINY ROOM IT WOULDN'T HAPPEN CIRO GARGANO DECIDED TO SLANDER BULLY MY FAMILY AFTER HE KILLED 9 PEOPLE IN THE FIRES OF HELL THEY DIED FROM

snakes like warm bodies

snakes love sleeping bags
cuddling next to warm bodies
I like hotel rooms

No One Counts the Bodies Jesus Walked Past

Kensington spreads its legs—
lets the city crawl in,
dripping Xylazine / fentanyl / tranq,
open sore veins
moaning dirty dirges.

False prophets—
all piss and panic—
bark half-lies
through decaying molars,
fingering apathy
for spare change.

You smell it
five blocks before you enter.
The stench tests your soul
before it reaches your throat.
Narcan.
burnt spoons.
street toilet.
Dreams twitch under heat lamps—
larval things
too stubborn to die.

Hope?
Hope’s a half-smoked, laced Newport
balanced

Tonight, Our Bodies Meet

In the stillness of a soft-lit room,  
where whispers dance like fireflies,  
our breaths entwine,  
the air thick with unspoken thrill,  
a tender hesitation lingers  
before skin meets skin,  
warmth igniting in quiet anticipation.

Fingers, fumbling yet eager,  
trace the curves of new terrain,  
a map yet to

Rafah

I hear voices in my head,
I touch pain 
On every television
Except the typical symbols
Of hegemony
Except in a white building 
Miles and miles away,
I touch pain!

For every leaf that falls,
Swallowed by the burning hell
From the mighty birds 
Of weird names F 16, F 35...
I hear these voices,
We hear these voices -
Miles away, node in unison,
"The world

Same spirit, different bodies

What were the chances?
Even if just one percent,
I would redo the calculations,
Till my body turns to ashes.

The times we spent together—
Were the ones that made me fall in love with existance, with you.
Even when we're not on good terms,
If the universe gave me another chance,
I would.
However things aren't the same,
Like seasons,
The summer left and winter

Under The Tree Where The Bodies Hang

Under the tree where the bodies hang
swaying, dancing in the gelid breeze
neath their rotting toes, the children sang;
slow circling a boy; they taunt and tease.

"It's your father and your mother, too,"
they chant, as one, fiery eyes aglow,
"Who dance on the rope, and soon will you."
to the cadence of a cawing crow.

"We'll slice you up and

two bodies one soul

reversed and reformed repost edit.

once before humans walked the earth. before Adam and Eve before the trees and the air we breathe there was one- 


one physical body with four legs four arms and two heads as well as one soul accompanied by one heart. as full of love and self as they could be.

THE VALUES WHICH CELESTIAL BODIES TEACH US

The Sun gives all of us light,
And we all do for it fight,
And it also provides us heat,
Making darkness - Retreat.

The black hole is for us the traps,
Which we may fall into for travelling against our lives' maps,
The heat taken by a Comet to land on Earth,
Makes its beauty double the worth!

The Planets rotate around

Useless Bodies

Useless bodies
They roll around aimlessly
Ram into anything they can destroy

Their own pleasure.
Their own entertainment

It's all about them,
Let them live.

Passion

Ardor feels are divine
Bodies erotically entwine
Caresses eagerly connect
Desires meet to intersect 
Emotions feed passion
Fondlings sassy fashion
Gasps praise movement
Hearts pump excitement 
Intimate whispers tingle
Joining lips mingle
Kisses feed desire
Loins share ardor’s fire
Moving hips enthuse
Needy bodies fuse  
Outcries express zeal
Pleasure pulses appeal
Quenched libidos slake
Ravenous wants take
Silk sensuality grooves
Tantalize rhythm moves
Unleashed hunger plunders 
Velvet kisses thunder
Waves ebb and

We dress our souls with masks of words, as if covering our bodies with fine garments

We dress our souls with masks of words, as if covering our bodies with fine garments,
Every morning, we choose masks from the closet of the heart, full of unspoken stories,
Words are embroideries stitched onto the fabric of life, hiding the fragility that lies within us,
We place the masks upon our hearts like veils that filter

Something Resembling Symanious

Eulabeia cautioned a World
that men might soil the name
of Cupid.
Those who convert and interrupted
and reassocated
might  concern for
those who believe or are in need
of something to believe.
Romans adopted and reassocated
Cupid. Some said it
was inthe intent to confuse
and cause.
To the Greeks Cupid was known
as Eros( he had a magical  pan flute)
the handsome God
of love. Eros

our bodies

Our bodies are a temple
we should treat them as they are,
we hurt them and beat them down,
we neglect them,
we abuse them,
yet they do so much for us

we cut them up and they heal,
we starve them and they try to keep us alive,
we don't water them enough and they give us warnings instead of just shutting

Don't Judge

Don't judge me
but –
Is that girl over there
expecting?
Or should I be
inspecting 
my own projected fears,
cradled by society's
repetitive scrutiny
of the female form?

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