Filth Poems

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.

Dirt - Y Poems Or Pray Dirty

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,

Down the Staircase

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

They Live In Filth

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

Filth

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

Filth In Purity, Purity In Filth

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)

Mozarts Filth

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.

Pure Filth

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

Filth

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?

Filth Over Heart

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

Filth

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.

A Glamorization of Filth and Wickedness

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

Free Cee This Is a Filth Laden Poem

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

Filth In the Name of Art

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

How Much Filth Did You Eat Today

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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