Putrefied Poems - Poems about Putrefied

...They have used us enough We’re so done with their stuff We will trade them for dust Some old snails, or just rust We’ll exchange them for rocks They ship well in a box And to save on some freig......Read the rest...

...Here we are trapped and bound By evil forces difficult to fathom Here we are naturally endowed With all of God’s blessings While 133 million of our children Wail nightly on empty bowels Con......Read the rest...

...Perris, take my forlorn and lonely heart. Though far apart. Thank the dead words that reach you with a bruise. That remarks of a loving man here in the vale! Could blue flies traverse hills and ......Read the rest...

...i will see you, my love soon i will see you in a windless country, in a thoughtless world, with swords, we”ll cut off all roads in the air, from the earth with our eyes, we”ll dress them up in f......Read the rest...

...it's as light as snow, the steep hill when the sun rises must not move a finger, obedient child, the earth wears its white feathery garment, putrefied by the wet tears, no need to raise up my e......Read the rest...

...When the sun has set for me and the stars should have blinked no more, When the time for me to go and see my friends on the other shore, When the breath that I have loved for seventeen years have c......Read the rest...

...After a lifetime (pronounced like millennium), where tenacity futilely braced psyche deeply purpled, hellishly, and lethally traced resulting scars - jackknifed, emasculated cruelly chaste ......Read the rest...

...THE ARDINGLY JACKDAWS The jackdaws know from prudent aviation As they scan the land for real estate that's prime In touch with best of value in location The venerable old schools pass test of tim......Read the rest...

...We shall meet again, my friend in Johannesburg, my friend After the revolution Ha! Ha! Ha! We shall dine on gold plates And wine on rich red blood We shall roam the open veldt from Pieters......Read the rest...

...Mind-lashing words steep me deep into your olid casket of rancid oil, soul, my blistering sore, gangrenous from your slow simmer to break-neck boil. Pus green rupturing, your infection oozes into m......Read the rest...

...Teardrops had fallen and wrung my heart dry too weak to cry sweat had trickled down to feet and palms hiding in my bulging eyes. I had searched for three days trembling at a doorknob ......Read the rest...

...Two ladies named Jan and named Lin professed a forgivable sin they cornered a dragon wrung her in a flagon and gave her away as cheap gin The old dragon's name was Jooling who had a h......Read the rest...

...(By the time of the shooting of "The Misfits", the Miller-Monroe marriage was in deep trouble. The Pansy is Montgomery Clift, The Tusker is John Huston.) After the Fall It started as a ment......Read the rest...

...“ Does the Angel in the Whirlwind still Direct the Storm ? ” As blood in rivers of crude black burned the prophets mourned and woe upon the angel dancing in the storm to the reign of hail an......Read the rest...

...Ossenburger, the business genius, when he graduated from college, he started a budget mortuary service. Five dollars a corpse! He was the Wal-Mart of death. Burry ‘em, burn ‘em, float ‘em do......Read the rest...