Festered Poems - Poems about Festered

...In just a day, I lost my father, my mum, and my only two siblings, I became the only member of my family: my own father, my own mother, my own siblings. I was left to s~w~i~m the oc......

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... This poem speaks for voices smothered by silence and those who returned home to find safety was another room for disbelief. They were climbing stairs—she and her brother, bags rustling with h......

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... The world is bleeding badly as we know This haemorrhage started many years ago. A band aid will not fix its gaping wound So, to be frank I fear we may be doomed. This bleeding seems to seep......

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...Twenty years elapsed since Harriet Harris, née Kuritsky gave up the ghost ~ May 5th, 2004 Often these days the following genuine sentiment Matthew Scott Harris doth wish to share one son, cuz ......

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...In the quiet of the night When the sun decides to save its light for someone worthy When the stars twinkle in its wake When the moon chases after her lover I used to pray But not with the wh......

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...our love was a corpse left to rot in the gutter festered wounds seeping rot the stench of our decay clings to our skin i am the undertaker burying the bones of our love the memories haunt me......

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... I stay situated upon an antique dusty leather chair as the scent of incense invokes snippets of half-written pages from my past... thunder gently rolls in fro......

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... icy daggers serrated his chilly mind memories sharp as polar bear’s claws wielded reminiscent evocation in pain how he longed for selective amnesia heart and reason at war with the enemy a ......

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...connected by a net of misconception venomous spider’s webs spun a murky vapour synapses raged and festered in a Self frozen on autopilot with anger and regret an endless loop of thoughts and ......

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...An old saying draws maggots as rotten as they be In truth is a reckoning that cometh before me Sly is the devil and cunning yet I see Wicked in its ways as it stands before me Quote it th......

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...Robert Sherriff 08/07/1954 - Australian - Poet -Author - Singer - Actor - American Historian – Photographer Robert Sherriff 08/07/1954 - Middle East - Remember 9/11 The conflict in the Middle E......

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... Dear uncle, what can I say at the twilight of my life about the things you did to me About a time of my youth when I could barely talk, let alone write poetry We were family so I was told......

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...Even now, she could recall the intoxicating ecstasy that consumed her as the blade bit and tore. A perverse mix of terror and dominance, an unholy sacrament enacted to satisfy depravities that should......

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...Where art thou unknown spellcaster? If in fact such a female and/or male exists an insufferable existence clamors for surcease against riptide of ineradicable anguish. Living hand to mouth f......

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... In a realm where feuds festered, fierce and free, Two clans clashed, Kovacs and Petrovics, starkly set. Amidst the mountains, a tale of sorrow spun, Where bloodied bonds bespoke a bitter deb......

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