Short Black Death Poems

beware of black death
africa’s cape buffalo
they even charge cars...

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antidepressant

black death
heart rattle
against bone cage
trapped in a chemical labyrinth
smothered in a shawl mind haze
living tears dried, lost
not cried
spark fried
brain wires uncrossed.
but life
lost....

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this dark spirit goes upon decitfull 'mistle-toes' to tell deep lies
In kind disguise, with gutteral tones, this overblown' and
Foetid canker, consort of bankers, necropheniaic black
God forsaking.' death will take him, into hell for such awaits him'
...

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God never fails us 
He made heads tails of us
His plan is perfect

look up see God’s grace
Sun sky moon in perfect place
His plan is perfect

tribulations prune
flowers we are green as blooms 
His plan is perfect

black death comes icy
God walks beside thee 
us He never leaves...

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Celebrate!!
Oil for all!!
Bring a cup 
Have your fill!!
Black gold for all!!

Pelicans are oil coated,
Ready to fry!
Black moon sand is
Free for all!!

The oil is still
Lingering on
Alaska's shore
Twenty-one years later
Clean up of the
Exxon-Valdez spill, still not clean!!

Dear politicians please help!!!

The oil still flows like black death!...

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We came from Kibworth
Settled in Coventry
All of this being after the Black Death
The War of the Roses
figured strongly in family tales
King Richard was wondrous
So we were told
I still long for the Hall there in Coventry
When I kneel in remembrance
Never will I forget
What my family worked for
Lived for
And died for
There’s a glade here in Coventry, where we’ll unite...

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In a haunting trove -;
there was a synthetic insanity.
I asked the moon
to scan the chest.

Fever was rising.
You eject your eyes in a bowl
of silver to read the
lines of money.

A stark effect overwhelms
the spectrum, like the components
of a booty, to be digested
for deep flaws of society.

I should, if I could
rip open the zipped mouth
of black death to count the
teeth of shrunk questions.

After all it was democracy.


Satish Verma...

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The dance of the crows
Deadly birds of paradise
They fly into the air
And dance around in circles
Going around and around
Flying to its peak
Fluttering its wings
This dance of the crows
Takes over the birds
The end of life
The black death they are
A completion of the end
Absence of hope
A terrible demise
I don’t want to observe
The dance of the crows

Russell Sivey

Entrant into Nette Onclaud's "~ LET'S DANCE! ~" contest...

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Black death

Death lives, tangled in the forest of darkness.
The black bloodhound stalks
the beasts in your dreaming.
The sun will be sucked from your sight
to blind you to the truth.
When evening retreats to darkness
beware of the ghosts of fear. 
Sleep in the wilderness of terror 
that haunts your forsaken ground.
The coming of morning’s spears
will stab your eyes with golden light.
The high sun of noon will fill your dark soul with life....

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Let's watch the morbid dance
asphyxiated sky romance
as spinning voyeuristic stars
control our hearts from space afar
We glued our hearts to the breaking news
the devastation, bone gutting bruise
bloated water to ignite the black death
we waited for the gulf to get over her wrath
And now, the dance's begun again 
(the gulf takes jealous big sister's hand)
We watch helpless, sick from our organs within
We watch as the spinning of fury begins......

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Breathe deeply kiddies and get some virus
Cyrus the Virus is here to kill you
Novichok flavour just for you
VX nerve gas special come get some
You'll feel fine better than the Black Death
Roll up and and get some bugs
Only the best for you lazy Millennials
Made in Russia mothertruckers
Neo Soviet influence touching you
Reaching out for you wherever you are
Even on the Moon or Planet ing Mars
Not even Santa and Old Nick are safe
Novichok gonna get you virus kaput time...

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Fear is an all-consuming fog 
Consuming shining rays of hope and light 
Eyes trapped shut in this ash-filled smog 
Voices of mania are heard at night 
From the kingdom of media in fright   
Some go to the beasts to be prey 
Wrapped in questions, wanting to see the day 
Led by rulers in this Black Death 
May the wind blow this fog away
The wind of the sun’s holy breath


Date of poem: January 20th 2023
Contest: Fear Is Liar Poetry Contest
Contest's Sponsor: Sotto Poet...

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The wound peeks out
from the round eyes. No lashes,
brows. Singed face betrays the scars
of last century.
He was fighting with his fists only.

Iced lids throwing the flames;
god knows what was the pain of memories?
He did not reverse the wheels of woes;
did not bring back the stream
lost in the volcanic rocks.

Playing truant from black death
a frail hope kindles the small fish
to swim against the current, 
ruts of repetitions and bores of endless
barrels shooting roadmaps.			


SATISH VERMA...

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