Rot Poems - Poems about Rot

The bed is soft, familiar. Not comfort, not really, just known. A sinking, a settling, the weight of existing pressing down, but not enough to break me. The dishes stack in the sink, a quiet monument to days slipping by. My phone buzzes, I don’t check. The world is moving, but I am not. Not yet. And still - something in my chest tightens, not in...

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I sense here some things sinister—a scent of sulphur, sulking in a sultry pit; a serpent’s hiss, expressed from space unlit; a warm spell spilling from some seething vent; I find now some things filthy—foul ferment foaming, frothing; a gaseous, gurgling slit discharging fetid, festering, sour spit; malignant mold in cold, cracking cement; So languid, loath, obtuse I trepidate on into the...

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Yard skeleton hazard’s a stay. He smells like a fish aft’ three days. We wish he’d keel over, But one might discover the neighbor’s been dead, sans sway. How bad we’d all feel - all the same, the grit and the bow are to blame. The holiday...

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there twasn't lights breaking embarrassment no, there is illusions of daybreak i sieve knowing seas, lasting songs columned bridges dangling low on lustless ships deserting grips guilty spectacles, hived crustaceous criminals devouring sadness bells fasting to rebuild glowing hours casting italian imperialists hunting burning forests with wine liberated toddlers taunting grandfathers inside of ticking guillotines burning pouches of mothers milk ...

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"(The Word of God…) More to be desired are they than gold, yea, than much fine gold: sweeter also than honey and the honeycomb.” Psalm 19:7-11 KJV “…There is a natural body, and there is a spiritual body.” 1 Corinthians 15:42-44 KJV Which do we feed more, the flesh or the spirit? Psalm 19:14 "Let the words of my mouth...

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I think the beauty in living comes along when we shirk our heavy coats And our white-knuckle approximation of old, flake-away skin, which we have Stapled back onto ourselves— The faces we’ve taught everyone to believe: Just dumb enough and just nice enough; Just guileless enough to look acceptable. Can’t you smell the rot of that dead thing? We smooth down...

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We built it with soft hands, stacked comfort upon convenience, turned our backs to the gears turning in the dark. Fed by silver screens and full stomachs, we let the fire flicker, too drunk on the warmth to notice the smoke. They whispered, “Don’t worry.” And we believed them. We traded vigilance for spectacle, truth for something easier to swallow. The cracks in the foundation widened, but...

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• My body is hers • But my soul is not • My body is still resting • But my soul is beginning to rot...

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keep on hurting me and keep on cutting me, make my blood flow like the greatest river, this eternal heart has never seen past winter, for i have embodied all the disease within me, i am the rot, soot, and grain that flows fiercely on the ground, the vermin and pigs feast upon me until...

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the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree so the rot in the apple must stem from the bark the roots that creep and drain of life keeps us sour; unable to mend you ruined me and i ruined you. i hate you and i love you. i don’t know what to do. what can i do? i can’t leave you you’ll always...

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“I hope you rot,” you said to me. Well, now you see, you’ve won; My bones have all but turned to rust, And time slowly withers away at my skin. The weeds and bugs pour from every crevice; Bees buzz around my face To drink from the flowers born out of my eye. Slowly, I surrender myself to the earth— So I...

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Fragile rocks diminish from the soul A heart made out of gold Is just a heart made out of stone You'll melt or you'll wither What's felt is a sliver But that sliver can feel colossal Before and behind me's my ghost Reflections and shadows Will forever follow I'm my one possession The rest is obsession The sun burns through endless black holes Eclipsed by a thought And...

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"Maga agenda 25" is a misnomer and yet it is repeated ad nauseum, but as Kamala Harris once said "Young people ... are stupid." Missing context or not political campaigns are fraught with snippets that don't mean squat, but cause significant thought rot!...

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Listen up, 'cause I'm about to spit some truth About a disease that's eating our society from the root Corruption, the silent killer, the thief in the night Stealing our future, our justice, our right Bribes exchanging hands, backdoor deals in the dark While the common folk struggle, just trying to make their mark Services meant for all, now reserved for...

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I no longer know where to find me I wish you didn't leave me here to rot No matter how much rubble I force myself to pull up It has sunken too deep, shattered too fine The shards you once called my heart Put me up in a museum, call it fine art Modern day...

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