Gore Poems - Poems about Gore

Bloodlet me, my precious You can make this my willing sacrifice To cure me of impurity, of sickness. Cut gashes into my face. Discard chunks of my body. These cliffs into my mind, Scars of unhealing, they save me. Blotch my red everywhere. Nobody wants my stained mind, but you— You save all the sympathy— Iridescent, darling, could you ever understand? Can't you see, I want to...

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Perhaps I’ll tear my eyes away Let my crimson spill and stray Sew my wounds with piercing thread If you’d love me though I bled Death does not seem so grim Nor does the noose’s cold, tight hymn Summon Venus, my muse Let her claim what I shall lose Caress my flesh till breath runs dry Let crimson drip as fingers tie Stab me with...

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Gouge the eyes from its sockets Grate at the flesh Chip at the bone Scrape at the marrow Churn out the intestines Carve out the remains Snip at the veins Drain out the blood Hack at the crown Hollow the skull What are you hiding beneath all of this?...

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Tearing, open up my chest Pulling, tugging at my heart Burning, burning, burning, burning Ripping, pulling me apart Let my insides spill out See me falling here and there Maybe we can put me together Performing with no center snare Arms and chest are open wide Wounds agape for you to see Someone help me wipe my tears There is no one here but me...

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Last night together baby, pains my core. One two three four, one two three four. La la la la la, la life is gonna stop. La la la la la, la husk is gonna rot. Festering in my basement, shh baby face it. If you run, oh it’ll get me mushy squishy and wet! Plea I beg you sprint my furry...

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I found envy in the windswept field filled with bright buttercups and pollen laced gusts. Tall grass thrashed where the angels flashed and flaunted silver wings. Made of faith, exuding grace. I found rage. Eyes tied to weights, awake lying next to carrion a convulsing vulture ripped away Her ivory dress, caked in gore the bald bird always needed more I sat silent in the grass, moping. Hoping it would...

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She struts along the bottom of the ocean floor Taking her pet for a walk, his name is Gore. Other fishes and kelp scurry out of the way. They are not fooled by Gore, he does not play. It’s a shark! A merman says with a smile too wide. Find an underground cavern and try to hide! He won’t eat you...

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Writing poems in the algorithmic sands Washed away by rippling waves on unseen sands hoping in my drowning one will save me Or at least a kindly reader someday “fave” me. John G. Lawless ©11/24/2022...

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Engines roar and planes soar Across the beautiful sky's Engines roar and SUV's tour Across the fruited plain Now some guy Says to you and I You must not drive and fly But it's ok for me To travel the world you see I'm a special man From a special clan Who hails from Tennessee...

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Poem by: Ilori Mikhail Oluwatosin Heart Gige. I missed no soul as my heart is full of holes like Nigeria bad roads full of portholes I am left with no hope I just have to let go perimeter for love is so low as days in it has been wallowed Seeking for time to borrow I got more bone marrow while I thought way to get it isn't...

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The scariest monsters Don’t lay beneath your bed The scariest voices... They scream inside your head You’re afraid of your own brain So you sleep beneath the covers To shield you from the pain Who’s that person in the mirror? What’s that creature crawling nearer? It’s no longer yourself That you fear You’re becoming someone else Silently, Not-You sits here Not-Yourself tastes your tears Watching you within the mirror Tilts...

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Max her thirsty axe accompanied her into every battle. Enemies cut down, sliced up upon approach. She fought for birthright, castle, subjects and cattle. They could keep her mother’s silly wedding broach. Her name was HyMcintha the Gore. Her game? Bloody war. Reputation proceeded her and her mighty magic axe. She would fly into a battle with her dragon Fire More. Fire...

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OUR BODIES Our bodies are practically entrances and exits for the open- ended drama of gore. Even in the grave, worms, white as if practically all fat, loot us dry....

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Hushed Gore The forest deep carries the biggest gunners Those who do the most damage That you remember the most and worst The school bully who nobody could master The boxer that no opponent beat The soldier who loved to fight The woman who stepped on men These people carry the biggest guns And walk thru the darkest glade Enormous trees surround them Here there is...

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Hushed Gore The forest deep carries the biggest gunners Those who do the most damage That you remember the most and worst The school bully who nobody could master The boxer that no opponent beat The soldier who loved to fight The woman who stepped on men These people carry the biggest guns And walk thru the darkest glade Enormous trees surround them Here there is...

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