Dissection Poems - Poems about Dissection

Being teased is a horrible fate, Children do this all the time without a quake. Not realizing the pain they cause, Just looking for friends to applaud. Only when they are the recipient of...

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Disjointed, dissection. Like that which came before. Dissection like that which, came before disjointed. Like that which disjointed, dissection came before. Like that which came before. Dissection, disjointed. ...

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“The moon’s vision of humanity Was something that it once desired Tinkle, swoouf, it pondered As it’s luminescence gazed at its prodigious oceans The defunct dissection of the body fell into silence as it glanced back Clish, clash, it wavered It’s fluorescence gestured odiously Enraging it’s radiance with envy Woosh, clasps, oceans...

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The blade in my hand has been honed razor sharp by reality I wield it with the careful precision of a skilled physician who was accrued decades of experience performing the tedious task of dissecting existence cutting cleanly through connective tissue to the bone peeling back striated muscle and skin securing them with tiny pins severing ligaments and tendons disarticulating joints and limbs unveiling...

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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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Bereft of vim, in copses branches bow by winter's whims cursed to exsanguinate. As far as naked gazes would allow we marveled at Earth's crimson-spattered pate. Cold skin met woolen mitten as we sought the wealth of Christmas spirit to convey. A horde of hands and hearts in darkness fought 'til desolation's troops beleaguered lay. A tincture, scarlet faces did proceed Accompanied by...

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I just want to write, just let the words pour out my brain, Dissecting each word quickly to make sure I'm not insane I break down my thinking often, some would call me anti-social, I can't tell if it's society or if I'm just going postal I need these clouds to clear, leave blue skies within my mind, I just...

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Self-dissection By Stina lu Stab yourself with a sharp dagger Fresh blood splashing No one stops you There’s no piercing scream No one scolds you There's no worry about curses and reprisals To air your pure heart in the sunlight Wipe gently the humble soul To hold your guts high up in the sky Let the moon and the sun penetrate and judge. Stop...

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I awoke in horror as I was under anesthetic and meant to be unconscious. I was a whirling floating spirit flying over my own body. I was in shock as I realized I was the surgeon with scalpel and retractor in hand, about to introspect and dissect the faults and problems within my own inner self. First, I spied the benign pile of regrets, in...

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"Dissection of the Ass Whooping" by: Eric L. Boddie Congratulations to you for winning the election But when you campaign for this ass whooping, you hate the win section My foot strikes cerebrals of people so they turn feeble So don't be next in line for this infinite sequel Because if you didn't already know, you're about to learn You turning...

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Tall buildings whisper to the sky... Unknown secrets of the city; While honking vehicles,passing by, Dissect Nature's tranquility! Tiny birds clad with innocence... Ride through the backyard of the clouds; While polluting smokes sicken their sense & disease the ignorant crowds! As I see this place,I realize Life is not a bed of roses Rather life in this city,to be precise, Is death in small doses...!...

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It was haemolysed the homeless night. Flagellation will bring out the truth. The bloody kerchief was thrown on a crowd. A new comet was sighted. Dust and ice were near the tears. Sun was rising. Something fell in the lake. Death was going to be celebrated. Flesh has emptied the juices. Now bones will laugh. Satish Verma...

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What is love? Can the moon tell me For all its life seducing hearts? What seasons are there for it, that I May wait its coming or pick it Like wild flowers flooding the pastures of the eye. You far off malignant star, do not lie How did you from only gas make such dust To tumble over waterfalls of feeling? O God,...

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