Cankers Poems - Poems about Cankers

...Dreams do not resolve, They only recall, relive, appall, and gall. They replay the scenes endlessly, On loop, over and over again, With the final chapter, Be it a happy, sad or left-hanging en......

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...the city's sick scar, fuels my descent, into this abyss, where twisted creatures writhe, in the darkness. cyclops with one eye, on the ball, three-headed puppies, sealed behind glass, strippers selli......

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...She'd had her round in Life's blighting furnace, Where stealthy wear and age blurred her face. Dents shot where dreamy dimples had grown, Lightning smiles usurped by involuntary frown. In her......

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...Once wars were fought with sticks and stones to flog the flesh and batter bones and conquer lands, defending thrones - though gods provoke, not one atones. The multitude (by hordes beset with......

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...A town wheezes the last rites over its people through phlegm-ridden lungs and turgid cankers. Its blistered wounds are coated in the mud that lines its harbour and creeks. The loss of th......

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...you are the cankers in my mouth that i cannot leave alone. i pick and chew and spit my blood, but you are still there waiting for me. subtle insecurities link us for life. you are but a dr......

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...As I walk, I often pray for better weather… God, why me dwell where the rain fall? Where the streets stream sorrowful Tears. Here, my vision blurred, but for Knowing. Hard rain, soaking my bones ......

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...Bending Backward We seem to bend backward Where the truth is told We seem to lean forward To coruscating gold. When conscience is dead Our blunt nerve is teased When cruelty fills the he......

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...Enchanted by skylarks I surrender my time. Day's sun unabated riveted me to broiling heat, I stew in my skin. Every toxic thought Pollutes my surface as is intended, But corrodes and cankers their pa......

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...The morning breaks in splendid light The night is ancient story still And wisdom measures only sight And sorrow cankers human will I trembled cause my sun was chill A child on cold and barren street......

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...You left your sickness rotting on my tongue But it seems your betrayal has only begun Infected, my throat lets no word pass their lips Your sickness has become a total eclipse Brittle, my ton......

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...I am not who you call me if that's what you mean I do not flatter egos With glitz and glamor of words while the obscene Condition of people's lives tell In front of our eyes there is an invisible......

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