Filth Poems - Poems about Filth

Another day of uncomfortable waiting Pretending that things will change. I can’t deal with the problems I’m facing. Same things over again, mentally deranged....

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We all have grovelled before men No matter how proud, how often we won: Few have not begged God for anything, ever! I have grovelled & prayed dirty to EL ELYON: Most High And humanity (we have a word here, UBUNTU) as I cried When my foes found favor that Jesus 'promised' me II I ACCUSED GOD & JESUS IF UNFAITHFULNESS almost retracting,...

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Up the Staircase ? Your feet reluctantly begin to climb the broken, filthy stairs, in this hell-hole of outcast ones, without someone who even cares. Stairs stink of urine and feces. They reek of cooking cheap fast food. You know when you get to the top, you won’t find one thing that is good. Women who sell themselves for food, or a bottle; a hit of...

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Their gorgeous living room does not camouflage the smell The rest of the house is a hoarder’s house, and it smells like….. We cannot stay long, we lie, the second we arrive. The kitchen door opens, and we see filth stacked high inside. This hoarder couple is always dressed to the nines. They have fancy accessories of all colors and...

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To endure my living to spiritual purification, I washed it with several detergents as my filthy dirty clothes several times in my whole life. Black hairs in my head took its color off turning grey Like the water soluble one. The tender skin Wrinkled Like the skin of an old tree. My far-sighted eyes Blurred As the tainted mirror. Scrubbing me on the time stone, I worn myself out instead. The vestiges...

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I can't live without this I have found life in death Healing through sickness Creation through destruction Light in darkness I can't live without this That which holds me down gives me flight That which enslaves me, frees me That which sickens me, heals me I've found purity in filth and Filth in purity Nothing held sacred is sacred Sickness overcomes me It lets me soar (Originally written 11-24-19)...

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I READ YOUR POEM THOSE WORDS DESCRIBE YOUR THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS THEY SPEAK LIKE MENTIONINGS AND REEL LIKE WHISPERS WHO MOUTH SPEAKS THE THE FILTH OF YOUR THOUGHTS. THEIR POSITION AND FOOLISH PRONUNCIATION TICKLES OF DUMBFOUNDED WORDS. CURSES TO YOU THAT YOU HATE ME. I LOVE YOU IF YOU LOVE ME....

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When the woollen industry died, the reservoir that fed the old mill, became disused. The water meadow at its head became a swamp. Developers, who want to build houses everywhere, take one look at the quagmire, sniff the stench fouled air, and walk away. The channels are long blocked. The drains are long broken. So a freed, unmanaged, unmanacled nature; binges on the anarchy of liberation, brewing a...

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I need a shower To remove the filth from me The filth everyone can see except me The filth that keeps him from wanting me, my body What does he see that I can't?...

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Why put layers of filth over a heart .. just let it beat The heart. Have it pure. Discontinufy ego. Made to give , Celebrum blood has to receive. To direct you to live. Have it clean. First thing that begun to beat Hit.. Significance. A vice For wit. Divergent cases. Dust of mistake.  -When our heart could stop...

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Head to bars, Yet I am too poor to drink, But cruising is dead, Because we are too respectable now, Save for me and a few old men, Who rather than their wives, Do face the clean white porcelain, And in their minds create, Handsome young things, Till once again we are disturbed by cleaners, Who wash away us filth....

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As more perverse lifestyles are glamorized on t.v. I wonder what kind of country this is going to be? You’ll often find on the news interviews of various kinds… Entertaining more garbage to “dump” into our minds! The garbage and filth they’re often promoting…. They think this same kind of life, I should be “enjoying?” There’s something very wrong with this...

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EVEN ANTS WOULDN’T PERVADE THAT PERFECT PICNIC Do you? When he does that to you Do you? I would just like to know When you lay toe to toe And he puts his head next to yours When he opens up doors And over a threshold you glide With him as your guide Whilst you sometimes feel lost Midst a mid-winter’s frost When he gazes at...

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Some people use poetry to say ugly things; Write filth and then call it art. They expose all the sludge their mind can concoct, And they think that this makes them look smart. They think they're so cool, so with it, so smart, Such worldly sophisticates, When in truth they're telling all the world, That they're base, depraved, mis-fits. They expose the true...

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How Much Filth Did You Eat Today? By Elton Camp What can a title like this one possibly mean? Isn’t food inspected by the FDA perfectly clean? No, Food Defect Action Levels the FDA has set They only limit how high insect fragments can get There may be up to ten fly eggs in a tomato can Or else up to two...

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