Rotted Poems - Poems about Rotted

... For decades, motor cars have driven past in haste, eyes not straying far from the highway to where, set back and obscured by scrub, an abandoned farm is slowly succumbing to rot. I catch ......Read the rest...

...I was reading Aristotle, because I am just weird like that, and as I poured through ancient words I was presented with the fact that what I read from classic times saw far deeper then I can see,......Read the rest...

...My first enemy was one I should have loved He claimed that he loved me but I suppose not enough He carved the gaps in all my memories And deprived me of what made me A child at twelve and adult a......Read the rest...

...Slowly creeping out of winter Would it ever be the same If I showed up at your door Out of breath, out of line With a million excuses behind my manic behavior? A video diary full of verbal h......Read the rest...

... Written: February 3rd, 2024 ________________________________________ Existence for him, should be the shivering, a fantastic cymbal beat, beaten with a firm stick, then......Read the rest...

...Seasons are like Bridges we walk Across as they sway. It's time of the cherry blossoms Smell of rot like a pile of compost. But, after you walk across the bridge and finish your journey, you do......Read the rest...

... The silent song of Chester Gray, a murderous affair This quiet soul of little word, not known of him to share This eve upon a moaning moor, a pier of rotted wood A body lay a......Read the rest...

...We were not doing well, the chipmunk was excavating our front step, nibbling away at our foundations. The chipmuck was a metaphor. The garden peach tree developed a blight, the fruit rotted on......Read the rest...

...My pain doesn’t decorate me like precious gems It’s a raggedy noose around my neck That I can’t stop tugging My scars aren’t displayed as badges of honour They’re fetid rotted wounds That I wo......Read the rest...

...Some days I just wanted to tread muted waves not knowing whether what grazed my leg was a porgy, or a Leviathan reaching out to me from the gradient depths. The paranoia kept me afloat, the fe......Read the rest...

... The end is nigh. As the sun goes down on my life aboard a Titanic-like ship, infinitesimal time is being sucked into death's vacuum. Amid all the frenzy and anguished screams, a fiddl......Read the rest...

...From our bodies, dead and deceased, of decaying flesh rotted off bone, poking through loose lavish soil flowers sprout and feed from the sun From the corpse's arm, a reeling ranunculus reaches......Read the rest...

... There is an illusion of dishonesty in darkness, so we rejoice when spring sings saccharine serenades. I've always been a soul yearning for summer scents, but somewhere the seasons got lost in ......Read the rest...

... New Year Old Canvas New brushes are clean New Pallettes arrive New paints are prepared A new year is here Old brushes are tossed Old paint flakes away But......Read the rest...

...It’s Christmas Eve, Babe In the car pound It shouldn’t be this way Should not have been found But I’m the lucky one I am the thirteenth one And when I got a scare I hi-tailed out of there ......Read the rest...