Moldy Poems - Poems about Moldy

Pungent scent plays on the breeze ~ what a stink! One I think, makes me sneeze Gagging with each breath, I wheeze Because of that moldy cheese! ...

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rotten cotton...

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Traveling through all the portals in my head all as one is one nothing left to do one unlimited kingdom mosaic of **** and corpses how many lives contaminated? How many spiraled out to crash into fate Oblivious to the actual addicted to appearance Kingdoms atop kingdoms ageless unfolding of the universe where lost artifacts burn with the flow of...

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“THE RATS DISAPPEAR WHEN THE CHEESE IS MOLDY” Bukowski said: "If you want to know who your friends are, get yourself a jail sentence." today I got out of jail, no one knows me. today I got out of jail, everyone's phone is busy. today I got out of jail, no one returns a text. today I got out of jail, no one's listened. today I...

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Under Moldy Soil, Red Moon Overhead Under moldy soil, red moon overhead lay millions of corpses, wars wasted dead No bands playing, no sweet angels singing only ghostly echoes, slowly ringing. Cools winds blowing across such resting grounds on dark nights, ghost-whispers its only sounds Low moans, raging regrets of battle cries rebukes of those that sold such deadly lies. Sixth of June, sands...

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Moldy feet of clay Wearing smelly moldy feet of clay, as purity walks slow away, the attraction of the pity curse, a lady solves the verse, but is she here to play? Unsent bewitched beguiled I say, a bird transfixed by serpent gaze, struggles weakly in the haze, something in her mind has clicked. Heart beats fast restricts, does logic have its say? A bird in...

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The cloak closet was fairly clean A brief dust would do it Then pouring rain set in two days Leaving white walls unfit Now the closet isn't sparkling clean From those down stream's dribbles On the clean outside all looks well Inside black ink scribbles A hard untidy job ahead Removing the contents A stinky, stressful employment Arduousness presents All purpose cleaner in strong hands Spray, scrub to...

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How many times have you wanted a sandwich? So, you went to go get your bread And you saw that nasty green fuzzy stuff Growing like the hair on your head There's nothing in the world like moldy bread It can really kill an appetite They say, that's how they make penicillin But that still don't make it right It looks like an...

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Out of a moldy cavern I step into the afternoon sun’s radiant warmth All around me pounds the pulse of life, yet, among this crowd of my peers, no other soul feels the Dharma nature. Still, in their words, their movements, their expressions, their sighs, their laughs, their struggles, the Dharma preaches itself to me. Now I walk straight forward through this...

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