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Cadaver Poems - Poems about Cadaver


Cadaver Elegy
They handed me the scalpel like a crown- Queenship of the pail and prostrate. I ascended my throne of sterile steel, The body laid bare, my unwilling courtier. Death they said was merely a textbook. I nodded, pencil poised, as though it were true. The first incision felt too intimate, A betrayal of secrets not mine to expose. The nurse called...

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Categories: cadaver, age, anxiety, death, education,
Form: Free verse
Phantom Calls
As night falls, a dark melody fills the air with a feeling so deep it is the song of a dark rose tweeting near a corner fence. Dahlia, a withered pale woman lies on a granite slab, still and serene The song transforms the air, calm infuse her chill cells, pungent. Cells overhaul false refluxes taint her veins with lethal hues rose rummages the window like...

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Categories: cadaver, angel, care, dark, death,
Form: Free verse



Premium Member When I See My Own Cadaver
my carnivore self is displayed out in the open I tear a bovine’s tendons and muscle with gusto my teeth coming up red and bloody; it is the human way, is it not? my mouth, throat and gullet gulp away, unaware of the undigested meat already in my colon. I plan an organized kindness parade, not caring about cows Or pigs, unless...

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Categories: cadaver, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Narrative
Cadaver
A young woman, her form still bearing a mirage of beauty. In her detail she decays closer still, a beauty returns as a micro-delicacy. Her charm dips in and out like a swan through the bodies spoilage. Da Vinci and his artist acolytes, those red-handed anatomists, all owe her rent. The swan should be redrawn, blood-money paid with those same blunt tools they broke into her with....

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Categories: cadaver, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Cadaver
CADAVER (a philosophical dissection) Dissection hall-bedding the dead, The air thick with formalin, Moving blades, dissecting- The stillness in front. Frostiness of death, biting- The warmness of breathes! Cadavers at peace, Motionless and still, Dead and fighting to decay, Naked bodies- With veiled existence! I wonder, If the dead had left some stories to tell, Tales that neither made the pages of story books, Nor been recited at bed sides. If the...

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Categories: cadaver, death, emotions, how i
Form: Verse



The Terrible Ghastly Beastliness of the Potato Cadaver Undead Revival
The Terrible Ghastly Beastliness of "THE POTATO CADAVER UNDEAD REVIVAL" (sonnet) The Potato of Terror, April 24th 2002 They dug him up with a great pointed spade, Awoke him from his rest of ninety years, And O what a great bellowing he made, And shook his fists, and twitched his pointed ears! For there was much skullduggery afoot, And horrid ghastly beastliness besides, The...

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Categories: cadaver, gothic, humorous, silly,
Form: Sonnet
My First Interaction With a Cadaver
As I entered the dissection hall with trepidation My insides churned with disgust When I set eyes on the cadaver I felt scared and squeamish, but to continue was a must I slipped on my gloves And held up my forceps in my hand As I looked around at my comrades I felt I was far from wonderland Our teacher told us to...

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Categories: cadaver, dedication, fear, feelings, student,
Form: Light Verse
Premium Member Abra-Cadaver
Drip, drip Drip, drip Melts the soiled soul onto A dusty field of abandon Fenced in by human limbed pickets Yanked from the graves Of broken hearts Skeletal branched silhouettes Clatter above the bloodless Hole in the ground The Ravens hide in the shadows The shadows hide behind stone crops The crops provide bountiful skulls What is the illusion without a live audience? Who, or what heard the solemn...

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Categories: cadaver, death, horror, magic,
Form: Free verse
The Still Cadaver
Am still, am at peace For what I had and What I have Better than dead, lying like a corpse Physical pain can’t be felt Nor any hurdle can stop me more Look in my eyes and you’ll feel The Grey shimmer of Death. Spring is coming for you But my autumn has yet not past The cult of joy, the spring has Seems not...

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Categories: cadaver, depression, sad, autumn,
Form: I do not know?

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