Rotted Poems - Poems about Rotted

Beige is the itch inside my head The dreary, drab walls I stay locked in I’m a townhouse with a freshly painted facade, But moldy wallpaper and carpets that are soaked with the stench of cigarette smoke I’m trapped in this house Blinds nailed to the sills Doors latched by keys long lost Milk spoiled And the fridge smells stale I...

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I sat staring at the rotted fruit Smelt the fetid citric scent The blackened bananas And mould covered plums The soggy pears say their time is done And as I sit reflecting on the fruit I think of how this seems an apt metaphor For me and you Once ripe and delicious in truth But now past its best And leaving behind an acrid smell Of...

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Apologies have the potential to be sincere, Forgiveness is rarely sincere or realistic, With every mistake you bury yourself alive, One more foot deeper than before, You can feel your lungs collapsing as you gasp for a pitiful breath, You pray to be released from the coffin where your broken relationship lies, Facing endless torment and torture, Never to be allowed the...

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We were sisters, but more like Cinderella and the ugly sister variety ... and of course you always made me feel like I am the ugly one! I’ve done so much for our parents for years but you got all the glory ... and the privileges A house, private college education, a car Enough money to open a bank! You...

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Our love was like a fairytale dream, the kind you read about in a romance novel; we had it all, our future was bright; who could ask for anything more. And still you chose to have your tryst, and toss our love to the wayward wind. It was you who decided to walk out the door, to cast the death knell on...

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She left him angry and alone Broken and in despair His heart a shredded bleeding mess His feelings for her were bitter They were toxic and cold As he felt the knife she had driven Deep within his lone dark soul The taste of aspic poisonous and rife Why had she destroyed him Why did she tear him limb from limb And yet deep within...

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For the person who waived and lost something that was of value: forgiveness Is it easier to get forgiveness than permission? Admittedly, ghosts are also seen by highlights Forgiveness requires a lot, it is a virtue to be able to forgive Some have wandered around the earth like roaring lions I refused to let myself be called coward without reason But, no...

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“If you do not forgive you bind them to your self.” Words spoken by the unknowing to those who know the death of self. Demon’s be damned!!! Come commiserate with me. Join me around the fire of scorched souls. Carry this stain, this fearful thing, this death of all that was or might have been. Resurrect your self remake your broken soul escape their rotted grave. ©5/29/2018...

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FORGIVENESS FEELS LIKE A ROTTED GRAVE Some have said that forgiveness feels like a rotted grave. Perhaps to some, that is true. But allow me to share the feeling I receive through forgiveness. Over my lifetime, I discovered that I had wrongfully hurt people along the way. Then I discovered that I...

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ROTTED FLESH NOW I'M BLESSED I’m of clay covered in filthy rags I am just clay covered in filthy rags Stinky, smelly, filthy flesh I’m of clay and I’m here today A hung of flesh soon too decay Stinky, smelly, filthy flesh In a sinner’s mess Repented forgiven now I’m blessed...

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Rolling onward, toward the goal, Only slowing for a moment. Take the time, enjoy the roses That is what I was told. Everyone told me I did too much, Did I heed advice, no. Fear drove me, fear consumed me, Razed the ambitions I had, Only for a moment, I grasped at a glimmer, Maybe, I thought, I could touch the intangible. Terrible, liar, I...

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