Short Abscess Poems
Short Abscess Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Abscess by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Abscess by length and keyword.
Process With Most Progress
We must be prepared to accept process,
Which will result in the most progress;
A wise old owl
Said root canal;
After you already have had an abscess.
Jim Horn
Abscess
confessed
obsessed
digressed.
A government abscess confessed test,
power play in obsessed digressed mess.
1/23/18 Kim Rodrigues's contest for tyburn.
Birds of similar feather
conspire together
when sores of society
open chaotic doors.
A boiling abscess
provides easy access.
Statesmen must team up
before angry masses teem
and cross the threshold of justice.
Jan 11, 2021
I can churn stomachs, with a stench of truth
An abscess filled with maggots, pus profuse
As I feed off gunk, new nerve ends take root
Raw language in my words, not gross abuse
Yes! I am disgust, old wounds fear my fruit
To late for contest
PACKING BABIES
packing babies
like sick vats
vases of acid
open an abscess
I watch…
as a million
people run into
their thin papery
nowhere lands
safe
without stains
on their
fluorescent
fairytale
brains
© Kim van Breda—2 November 2015
The vagaries we grope with
The triumph of temptation avails
as the wind claws
Each heart is an ineligible abscess
Twisting lanes
Eternity scatters west
it all goes on paper
searching for a lunar shrine
a secret of scribbling sands
amongst the discounted heart
Her look that day,
Should have told me everything she could not say.
Unprepared, I stared.
She walked away.
As she tossed our ring,
I felt the sting.
If I’d known then
How I feel today,
I'd heal the abscess and my heart’s decay,
Before her affection left me there that day.
JS Lambert
Simple squamous epithelium
That lines the frothing orifice
Of politicians and wine-soaked braggarts
Cytoplasm
That flows equally
In justice and infectious regurge
Genes
That transplant the ghastly
Pale-light abscess of custom-made drivel
God, Ph.D., you too?
Have you ever wondered ...
what the inside of a balloon feels like ?
empty
full of nothing
vacuous
no feeling at all,
NUMB
It feels like me !
Elizabeth alexander 3/1/2016
written two days after discovering
a breast abscess.
What is it about you!
Why can’t you shut your mouth?
What is it about you?
Why can’t you let it out!
What it is about you
Can’t you speak?
What it is about you?
Are you so indiscreet?
That you have to shout!
Bleat!
Pout!
In your excess
Recess
Digress
Abscess?
Indigestible progress!
What is it about you?
Can’t you sleep?
Form:
The ***** burns bright **** set afire
A *** the universe is **** and ***** holes
****** from beyond
In the ***** of the abscess
we *** all within **** minds
ah *** ** *** *** *** ****** **** *****
God ***** ***** ** *** ****
***** **** in the ********* **** *****
Then Twilight becomes **** and ***** *** ********
**** explodes in ****** **** then *** ****** winds
This ship here is sinking,
To the murky depths below,
It's got me worried sick and thinking,
About life imitating an art show.
Wonders lie in abscess,
Hell the unimaginable,
Pain is the remedy ready for access,
Tolerance for it is a gamble.
Should I die here alone,
Bury me by the coast,
My sins do burn me till I atone,
Raised glasses for a jocular toast.
My head is swirling with a million thoughts.
Wondering are they coming to get me?
What will I do if I get caught?
I can not go yet I am too young.
I will never surrender to the likes of you.
You are the filth that I have been trying to forget.
You are the abscess that I want to expunge.
You are the reason I am in the state I am in.
I do not care what happens but you will not control me any longer.
Maybe I am neurotic but at least I am not psychotic like you.