Metastasizing Poems | Examples

The Unglad

("Utopia and Terror Merit Badge", 2010, original oil)

The Unglad

Increasingly
You, me, us
Are part of the great
Unglad
People without much hope
Given the great
Inexorable
Tide of Unhumans
That from Marx on down
To today
Has morphed like a metastasizing
Cancer
Until all that’s left
Of the uncorrupted
Is the Unglad
Sick and tired, 
In need of safe harbor 
And solace
Before the gathering storm.

(8/1/24)

Earth Eulogy

Earth Eulogy

By Mark D. Stucky
She was a good planet,
put to death in her prime
by a pandemic of people.
Homo-sapiens was a disease
with mutating and metastasizing
technological and industrial pus,
emitting environmental toxins,
exterminating flora and fauna,
until the infection’s surge
triggered its own extinction.

Vaccines of ecological education
and environmental regulations
could not overpower
the pathogen’s resistance.

When the global viral load
caused ever-rising fever,
Earth suffered convulsions
and, finally, Gaian coma.

Other sentient souls
amidst the starry galactic mist
will surely miss you very much.
Rest in peace, dear Earth.


(Image by Gerd Altmann on Pixabay.com.)

Goodbye Rose

Cancer is an ugly disease…not only for the life it takes
But for all the sorrow and sadness…left floating in its wake….

Although I did not know her personally I’ve kept abreast of cases she has tried
which is why I was saddened yesterday when I heard that she had died.

But what finally caused my tears to flow…what opened my floodgate
was, amidst the many tributes to her, were the messages of hate.

The more I read the sadder I felt until soon I was feeling numb
as my heart filled up with sorrow at the country we’ve become.

Cancer comes in many forms causing families sadness, sorrow and strife
progressing slowly through the body until it finally takes a life.

Hate is a form of cancer…I wish people would understand
How it’s metastasizing quickly…as it spreads across the land.

Two forms of cancer make me sad today…
The first that took this woman I am thinking of…
and the second that is slowly killing
this country that I love.

A Conflagration

A growing
         conflagration;
               desire,
           a forest fire
          metastasizing
            like cancer.
              You are
            like honey
             drizzled
         on my tongue.
           I drink you
     in gulps; my crying
 hunger for you consumes...
                 me.
   I crave you that much!

                 (Yalto)

STRAND completely new (3) any theme any form
Contest Judged:  7/1/2020 (Winner: 1st Place)
Sponsored by: Brian Strand 

"Yalto" is a form invented by yours truly
Lines 1-15: 3,4,2,4,5,3,2,3,2,3,3,5,6,1,5 syllables
Date written: 07/01/2020

Angels Danced

Angels danced and played the harp, singing "Oh, Happy Day" when Lucifer was cast out of heaven. A cancer metastasizing there; a rotten apple threatening to spoil the rest. Unwelcome and deceitful; a toxic threat to the souls of the faithful entering the pearly gates. God angrily banished the malefic beast for eternity. Angels laughed at Lucifer knocking on heaven's door. They danced and rejoiced.

                                  a fallen angel
                   once good, turned very corrupt
                               cast out of heaven


Angels Danced Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Lu Loo
Dates written and submitted: 08/23/2019

Cancer On the Prowl

the verdict rings loud
our innocence snuffed
leaving us breathless
on the edge of our seat
in silence ravaging your body
hypocrite it gnaws inside
where evil lurks ~ the enemy
its claws into you into us
metastasizing cancerous tentacles
threatening viciously
our harmony



Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~CENSORED~ 2020

Submitted on April 24, 2020 for contest STRAND PICK E sponsored by BRIAN STRAND  -  RANKED 2ND

and on May 25, 2019 for contest THE TOPIC OF CANCER sponsored by CRAIG CORNISH

Ill Will

Too ponderous of a weight
To carry on one's shoulders
Slowly metastasizing
Cancer on one's soul


 

Submitted for May Premier 8 Any 4 Or 5 Line Form,On Any Theme Poetry Contest 
Sponsor: Brian Strand
04/18/2019

Bastard Sunrise

The Rough Slouching Beast 
has been born
in Washington.
Upon its birthing
what bastard sunrise
were we promised
to relinquish our souls?
What white dawn
in darkness
was actually
immune cells
rallying
to fight
a growing cancer?
Now that it has begun
metastasizing
upon our national flesh,
tell me,
O toothless sages
of our faith,
what is your plan
to restore
our birthright
of azure, blush mornings
while we can still live
to see them?

Styx

In Hades, flows the chthonic Styx, a river 
     of woe and pain (a channel thoroughfare;
     where Charon ferries the dead, who despair)  
which unnerves our damned souls till we quiver.
The Styx! It's like cirrhosis which kills the liver, 
     metastasizing there; but does not care;
     and tortures us beyond what we can bear!
Because we are thrice-damned, we now shiver
with the peals of the Stygian death-knell;
     while Heaven appears like a hope long dead  
(as if we’re ten-thousand feet deep in hell!),  
     here, where the redeemed dare not walk or tread,
we are but ghosts, like shades without a shell:
     yet, hell can we brave; but, the Styx we dread.

There Is Nothing To Say About It

There is Nothing to Say About It


There is nothing to say about it
No words to describe it at all  
There are no words at all to describe 
the mass slaughter of innocents,
the relentless malignant progressions of
the evil black-moving cloud of terminations,
the toxic metastasizing ooze of outright annihilations,
the blood-gurgling regurgitations, and
the blood-spurting decapitations.
There is nothing to say about it.
Nothing to say at all.
No words to describe 
the hopeless piercing cries of the infidels 
the whimpering terrified pleadings of the condemned
the silent gasping inhalations of the dying
There is nothing to say about it.
No words to describe it at all!
My heart at 62 years has not seen anything like this at all!
Never anything like this at all!
I have not seen this outrageous slaughter before at all!
There is nothing to say, except…
These are the days!
The days of this unkind hour; 
the days before the great onslaught!
Before this massive earthly descent to the lowest places,
the smelly dank places, 
the rotting miasma of the dead places.
There are no words to describe it!
There is nothing to say at all!

Never To Sleep

Those migratory storks,
will not come
this year.
The lake was burning.

The secret kill
of the wringer
was metastasizing.
Make the tether-

small for the macabre
end. I am not yet
frozen. The stalker

will not leave the
flame. Outside a tribute
was ready for
an uprooted tree.

My shadow moves ahead
to catch a cage bird,
in the parrot green sky.



Satish Verma

Malignant Avarice

Malignant Avarice
                by Odin Roark

How pernicious
This featureless monster
Lurking in shadows of cravings
Knowing well its metastasizing power

The child in man squints
Observing the ghost like presence
Segueing centuries past
Where both kings and peasants
Priests and flocks
Bankers and customers
Toyed with the infectious apparition
Ignorant of its ravenous nature

Time continues its partner
Tiptoeing surreptitiously
From party ice cream
Through adolescent hormonal voracity
Into awakened narcissism

Clever its disguise
Masquerading upwards through corporate
Domestic
Spiritual safe havens
Where waning immunities
Await ready infection

Long ago
The child giggled
Birthday cake and gifts
So innocent
Gluttony and greed remained
Unknown enemies
Until...

Shadows In the Dark Night

Darkness blights chilling 
streams ignite
stark shadows silhouetted 
against my window
shading the night; distilling the 
availing light
shrouding my inner sanctum; 
sheltering my fright
creeping and crawling with an 
eery spite
ghastly outlines swaying and 
swerving
wavering, quivering each fold 
dances
grainy emanations of wispy 
ghouls, stunted sprites
flash across bartered pane 
eclipsing the night
serenating my nerves; stalking 
my spirit
in rythmic cadence they appear 
then alight
metastasizing, then returning, 
my collected wits to spite
stealthily disappearing at 
dawn's first glint
sleeping 'till twilight then 
haunting vigil renews

Autumn's Final Toll

Chilling tides turn the leaves of my soul
For Summer's balmy days I pine and troll
Residual reams of light o'er slighted heart scroll
Scourging winds erode my wavering, intellectual pole
Truant feelings flood my sensory console
Alternating, rancid dreams my psyche patrol
Molting mind is making my wit drab, droll
Burrowing through lengthening nights; entrenched mole
Color blind, as metastasizing changes o'er my body roll
Twining memories strand my spirit on life's, rocky shoal

Life's Sated Pleasures

A frolic in the park
A moonlit dinner after dark
A prediction on the mark
A quick trip on a lark

Spring, bird's new anthem bleating
Summer's eve sunset sparking
Autumn's metastasizing leaves glistening
Winter's first, new snowfall accumulating

Firstborn's, new cry beckoning
First day of school unfolding
First kiss my lips bathing
First wedding, bride beaming

Sports car with chrome sparkling
Job with tasks that are fulfilling
Holiday celebrations that are revitalizing
Gourmet meal taste buds titillating

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