Rots Poems - Poems about Rots

How much can one give before they crumble under the weight of what could have been and never will be? How many times can one tear themselves into tiny, bloody pieces, rip out their soul, mutilate themselves until nothing remains but a hopeless shell of a person? And when one wants to claw out their own eyes because of that burning...

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As I succumb to the wounds you've inflicted gasping for air, for life, eyes bloodshot, cheeks wet, Will you love me then? My cold, bloodied body will lay lifeless in your bed, my crimson seeping into the sheets. What will you do? Surely you'll have to wash those sheets lest your next lover discovers. Three seasons have passed. Now we both lack humanity. How many ribs...

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As humanity unfolds you can see the convenience of the buried secrets society has left to disregarding the inevitable point of curiosity humans always have for we unshroud anything we can produce as indecipherable. As the dirt is further dug we shall only find ourselves to be consumed by the great leviathan that which its...

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Fish and chips and a pint of dark brew. Malt vinegar and lashings of salt. A fish dinner served up by a truck in a newspaper cone. That was then, that was before taste buds got hard boiled, before the bowtie culture wars. Pickled onions are now too small they should have stayed big and brown something saucy and sour to munch on while walking...

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FLESHY BODY ROTS AND DIES AS MY SPIRIT SOUL SOARS AND FLIES What's in the heart Somewhat fleshy, beating, contracting My mind churns wrinkled like a raisin My eyes visualize thing I shouldn’t spy As my feet take me on a journey not safe My legs cramp up as I strain to sit My back aches because of my mistakes I’ve made As...

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My flesh rots dies (You cry)... But my spirit never dies! 11/26/20 James Edward Lee Sr © 2020...

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Language rots in memories, thoughts, but in dreams above all do lips blow cherry O's and ah's rolling hilltops into milky afterbirth atmosphere that I tumble down quite suddenly by ear, And in the valley pitch... Blind visions— Master! Totem! Taboo...too clear! A knife pulled from ear to ear. My tongue dries in One breath. There is no blood to sop it's cracks. Speak! Swaying sandstone tablet of my mouth, bring dull words hum to stricken Sabaoth! Oh Master, Oh Totem, Oh...

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Child, child Listen to me Where the wolves were about Near the screeching a wild hog’s snout Never enter the arch where the vultures scout For the darkest of tales come true in the woods Of a devil; a demon drinking unicorn blood Child, child Listen to me Where the flowers do not sprout And voices scream and shout Never enter the arch where the rats...

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Keep to yourself Love Lord...

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Their eyes oases, How shock they bury in tons- Rots in high places...

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ENVY ROTS The subtle enemy called envy silently sits at the roots of our sins we rationalize ungodly decisions to meet criteria- competitions we have to win “A heart at peace gives life to the body, but envy rots the bones” Compelled, we mentally reduce others taking pleasure to mentally enlarge ourselves constantly constrained--superior in our culture affecting time spent on making...

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Once upon a time, There was veritable indifference In the mind of a man Who always lies. As he flipped Through movie channels With his IO remote, The world suddenly became downtrodden. The discovery That Howie Mandel Had actually became the host Of his own reality series Sent the man overboard. He threw his IO remote at the TV With such...

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twas an arrow shot that broke my heart,my meka king of all kings say...

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