Rancid Poems - Poems about Rancid

... My office is a meat locker. We could hang a hog in here for a week. It would not become rancid or even warm. My office is a meat locker. I am dressed in long underwear And four sweaters in......Read More

...Rancid waters Won’t keep, Running waters Never sleep, Shallow waters Seldom deep Salty waters Often weep. Written May 18, 2022 ......Read More

...Senile Age I am worst than the dirt you step aside from, so as not to get your shoes dirty, more or less your mind. I am old and senile, a bald head filled with rancid ignorance. Ghosts and g......Read More

... Hiding in my cage, hiding shape and hiding form Waiting breathlessly for the onslaught of the storm Any hopeful light is a handicapped hell hostage Ruffling the silk feathers of your timid we......Read More

...Dogged In the pursuit of truth Science writes text with bone dead words Worse parched than extra dry vermouth Oft as tasty as rancid curds. Keeping terms tight as verbal shields Description is......Read More

... Desperation leaves behind a rancid, State of mind, Bomb blasts ring through the city, Deafening the already blind, What a pity. Aimlessly wandering alone, Have no more a home, All I want i......Read More

... *Image of Contrary To Popular Belief by Medium. The End Times A locomotive train chugs remote wails, The tempest brews a calamitous stunt, Falls of exiting steam, moist teary ta......Read More

...I shout at dad, I shout at mum I shout because my life's humdrum A snap snap snapping teen snare drum I was so dumb; I was so dumb. I shout at him, them, and others Each and everyone that smot......Read More

... sorrow hugs my heart fall’s breath rancid with her jeers my esteemed neighbour battles winter’s icy fog to bring a fancy xmas card ......Read More

...Tin cup of criticism hollow and blue Empty aspersions poison the brew Its venom unasked for distilling in pain Opinion left rancid —acidic and vain (The New Room: November, 2021) ......Read More

...As I slowly climbed the stairs to bed discrepant thoughts surge in my head. For it would not be long before my bedroom door  would slowly open As it usually did;  an omen of what would come. ......Read More

...My feelings I store on empty shelves of shoulders that don't hold much but selfish needs. Preserved in salt to heal wounds and burn at once so to not forget the labels that have tested time, Patienc......Read More

...at Henry Kline Boyer Elementary School As a Halloween costume, one year during early grade school, my father got the brilliant idea for his sole son to be dressed with one of a kind getup.......Read More

...Joe is an old withered tiger stripes of balsa wood and matches walking in a burning ring of hell-fire shameless tamers snapping whips from deep blue state shadows to keep afloat the latest ruse......Read More

...Hateful as they may be, to the eye and ear, the elimination of words, statues, ideas, etc., will do nothing toward making a venom free society – to flood with light, explaining, though far ......Read More